4 comments/ 40608 views/ 35 favorites Original Sin Ch. 01 By: Karolina Damon stopped his car in front of the wrought iron gate and handed his invitation to the guard. "Welcome to the Rolland residence, sir. Have a nice time," said the guard and signaled for the gate to open. Damon smiled to himself, accelerated and went through. After two unbearable months his quest finally came to an end. The woman he was looking for lived in the house of Eric Rolland. And he didn't need an excuse to meet her; he was invited by Eric's son, Alex, to his homecoming party. This was his chance. He would find the woman responsible for his brother's death and he was going to make her pay dearly... Catherine decided to wear the black strapless cocktail dress. "Never underestimate the power of the little black dress," she thought. The dress was perfect. It molded itself to the curves of her body. She brushed her golden brown mane and resolved to smoke her eyes with black pencil, even if her aunt claimed that it made her look like a tramp. As soon as she finished her make up, Cynthia stormed into her room without warning. Catherine pretended to look in the mirror. "So, my dear cousin, you are determined to use all your charms on Alex tonight," said Cynthia, not bothering to hide her sarcasm, stung by her beauty. "What is it you want, Cynthia?" Catherine asked softly, long used to her cousin's bitter comments. "I want your brooch. I....I, I seem to have forgotten mine at the ranch and I would like to wear it tonight. It always pleases Aunt Elisa, you know," Cynthia made her request. 'You should be more careful with your stuff. This brooch is heirloom," Catherine pointed out. "And you should be more careful with your behavior," Cynthia bit back." Or do you think that you and Alex missing all day went unnoticed?" "Here's the brooch, Cyn," Catherine handed it over, smiling slightly. "Now go get dressed like a good girl, you wouldn't want to be late for Alex, when I am on time, would you?" "I am dressed," Cynthia protested. "Oh, I'm sorry! I thought that was your night gown," Catherine chuckled, watching with amusement the irritated expression on her face. "Fuck you!" Cynthia slammed the door behind her. Catherine looked herself in the mirror one final time and left her room. Damon looked around the house. How would he be sure? He just found out that in this house lived two women who bore the name C.Rolland, the same name that signed the last letter his brother ever received... "Johnny, I'm sorry, but the money you gave me is gone. I never loved you. I lied to you. I didn't suffer a miscarriage, I had an abortion. Did you think I would keep the child of penniless fool? Get on with your life and forget everything about us." This letter, these words would be imprinted in his memory forever. All he had was this letter, a jewelled brooch with the letter C, and a photo of this woman wearing the brooch, all things that she had given to his brother. Unfortunately, the photo was torn and he couldn't see the woman's face. God, he would avenge his brother's death... He had arrived late, only to find his brother lying dead on the floor holding a gun in one hand, and this damn letter in the other... He thought he heard his name and turned around. He smiled when he saw Alex and the two men shook hands. " Damon! Damon Bradley! I can't believe you've made it! Welcome! I'm so glad you're here, it's been such a long time!" Alex greeted him warmly. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world," Damon smiled. "So, how was Europe?" he forced himself to act interested. "Europe was great "Alex said impatiently. "Sorry to leave you Damon, but I'm looking for someone special, if you know what I mean," he smiled. "Someone from the family will show you around. Tell them you're a friend. We'll catch later!" Alex almost ran away from Damon. Damon nodded and began to make his way to the veranda. Preoccupied with his thoughts as he was he didn't notice the woman on his right. She seemed to be running away from something and didn't notice him either. She bumped on his shoulder spilling her drink allover his shirt. "Oh God, I'm so sorry," Catherine said, her voice filled with dread. "Don't be, I was the careless one," Damon made an effort to sound polite. He lifted his eyes and his gaze locked with hers. "God, she's a fallen angel," he thought to himself. Long golden brown hair, all tousled, as if she had just got up from bed after wild lovemaking. Deep set green almond shaped eyes that look straight into his soul. A little proud, straight nose and full lips in the most seductive shade of pink he could ever imagine existed. He saw her breast heaving, and he was sure he could see her nipples hardening through the flimsy material of her dress. Catherine raised her head and found out that before stood the handsomest man she had ever seen. His silk blond hair made her ache to run her fingers through it. His intense burning brown eyes made her want to look away, yet she could not. She could only follow the line of his strong cheekbones and rest her gaze on a smile that made her go limp. "I' m going to get a towel," she said backing away from him, trying no to look at his broad chest. Damon grabbed her wrist. "Don't." Looking at her confused expression he continued, "I mean, this shirt is ruined. A towel will be of no use." "I'll see if I can get a clean shirt for you," she said trying in vain to free herself from his grasp. "But you have to let me go so I can do that," she smiled looking up at him. "No I don't," Damon stated. "I'll go with you. Even if you find a shirt for me, I can't change here in front of everyone." "I wish you'd change in front of me," Catherine thought to herself. "Unless you would like me to perform a private show for you," he smiled mischievously. "No, I'm not that selfish," she returned his mischievous smile. "I wouldn't want the other girls to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity." Damon was stun by her reply. No other girl had played him that way before. He slowly released her wrist from his grasp. Catherine guided him upstairs. As he was admiring the straight column of her back and her round firm buttocks something occurred to him. "You are allowed a lot of freedom in this house, taking me to the family bedrooms." "I am. I am a family member, otherwise I wouldn't run around the family rooms. And the bedroom we are heading to is mine," she said, waiting to hear his reply. "Could it be her?" Damon thought to himself. She was beautiful, sexy and she was flirting with him as blatantly as he had flirted before with her. It would be hard for his brother who not to have fallen for her. It had to be her. When she reached her bedroom door she stopped for a minute as if she was hesitating. "But I wouldn't let a man whose name I don't even know enter my bedroom," she looked straight into his eyes. "Damon Bradley." "I'm Catherine Rolland. Pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Bradley." She felt his eyes roaming allover her body and shivers run through her. "Now, we may go inside," she said, regretting almost immediately, as his eyes were fixed on hers. Catherine softly closed the door behind her and unwrapped the elegant box that lay on her bed. She had no idea why she was giving Alex's present to a stranger. She handed an exquisite white cotton shirt to Damon. "Here," she smiled awkwardly at Damon. "It was not originally for you, but you are in need, and I have to make up for ruining yours. I hope it fits". God, he looked absolutely dashing in his suit... Before she could reach the door, Damon grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" he asked her harshly. "I will be waiting for you outside, while you are changing. Then I'll show you to your table," she said holding her breath. "I thought I was going to put up a private show for you. Isn't this why you brought me here?" he asked her gazing deep into her green eyes. "Oh, no little slut, you do not fuck with me this way, the way you fucked with my brother," he thought to himself. "No. I already told you I wouldn't mind sharing you," she smiled wickedly, looking straight into his eyes. What devil made her say that? She turned to leave, trying to free her wrist, but she felt herself spun around and slammed against the door. Before she could protest, Damon's mouth slanted over hers in a hot demanding kiss. She felt his tongue gaining entry into her mouth and tried to struggle against him, her fists beating his broad chest. She whimpered into his mouth when she felt his fingers clenching her buttocks, dragging her closer to him, sending shivers through her body, until she felt his hard, pulsing cock pressed intimately against her belly, burning her. She felt an excitement unfurl low in her pussy and trickles of moisture dripping down her thighs. That was it! Now she had to fight back for real. Damon was unprepared for the fierce blow that landed on his cheek. He let her immediately and stepped back away from her. Catherine saw his cheek redden and her finger imprinted on it. The same devil that made her provoke him now made her regret. "I'm so sorry. Forgive me," she managed to say through her ragged breathing. His eyes were reduced to two burning slits as he gazed upon her, until she could no longer look at him. "I will be waiting outside," was all she could say and she slowly opened the door, leaving him alone. "She is truly amazing," Damon thought to himself as he was changing into the clean shirt. She had flirted with him, and he believed she had lured him into her room with every intention of seducing him. But the way she shivered when he kissed her hard up against the door... She wasn't as experienced and cool as she seemed. Maybe she wasn't the one he was looking for. Or maybe this was all part of an act, inflaming men only to laugh at them afterwards... He found her waiting for him at the staircase. She was strangely peaceful, and God, she was even more beautiful than ever. She looked at him, trying to hide the admiration she felt. He was even more handsome than before. Tall, powerful, forbidding... Someone she had better not trifle with, as he had shown her. The shirt was perfect for him. Good thing she hadn't given it to Alex... "Shall we go?" he smiled breaking the silence. They descended the stairs and she guided him to the garden, crowded with people trying to find their sits. Damon stopped at the door and touched lightly her arm. "About before... I'm sorry, " he began to say. "Well, since we both are sorry, then we may as well put it behind," she smiled. The hell Damon wanted that! All he could think of was crushing her against the wall, kissing her fucking her hard until she fainted in his arms, even though she might be the one who destroyed his brother. "I didn't mean that. I wanted you the moment I saw you, only I didn't let you find out the way you should," he said. "If I had let you, you would have fucked me just for foreplay," Catherine admitted to herself silently. This thought made her knees go weak and she lost her balance. Damon grabbed her by the waist. "Are you all right? You almost fainted," he said finding out he genuinely cared and at the same time wondering how could this be possible. "You're such a stud, all you have to do is kiss me and I get pregnant," she mocked him, yet holding on to him for support. Damon felt he could slap her hard across her beautiful face without any remorse. "Catherine, are you okay?" Alex said approaching them. He froze when he saw how she was holding on to Damon. "What happened?" he demanded. "No, I was feeling a little dizzy from the heat, that's all," she lied. "I was escorting Mr. Bradley to his table and he was kind enough no to let me fall and humiliate myself in front of all your guests," she said, reluctantly freeing herself from Damon. "I see you two have already met," said Alex. "Damon and I studied together at university, you know. We were rather close friends, sharing almost everything," he said looking sharply at Damon. "That's true," Damon smiled. He saw Alex putting his hand around Catherine's waist, dragging her closer to him and jealousy coursed though him. He fixed his eyes on her and smiled broader when he saw her full lips, slightly swollen by the onslaught of his mouth. And then he realized how reluctant she was to be touched by Alex. Alex must have noticed this things too because he could hardly stay calm. "So, she is your special one you've been looking for," Damon continued. "Is it formal?" he said never taking his eyes off her. "It will be soon," Alex said pulling her even closer to him. "Won't it my love?" he addressed Catherine. Catherine forced herself to smile at him. "I think we should show Mr. Bradley to his table," she said trying to change the unwelcome subject. "Damon will be sitting with us. After all, he is a close friend," said Alex looking intensely at Damon. "I am honored," Damon smiled back at him. It bothered him that Alex was his rival, he had been a close friend. But she was truly something else... Damon took a sit next to Cynthia who welcomed him immediately, watching Catherine sit next to Alex. After a while Alex asked her to the dance floor. Catherine not wanting to turn him down in front of her uncle and aunt accepted. Damon watched her all the while. She was a sensational dancer. He tried desperately not to think of her turning his attention to Cynthia, realizing she might be the one responsible for his brother's suffering. But she stood no chance before Catherine. As much as he wished it wasn't true, she was probably the one who destroyed Johnny. She was beautiful, sexy, flirtatious, and witty. She was simply amazing. Johnny would have to be blind not to fall for her... He noticed the brooch Cynthia was wearing and swallowed hard. It was identical with the brooch his brother had. If Cynthia was wearing her own, to whom could the one he had belong? "Your brooch is beautiful," he said to her. "It must be really expensive." "Thank you, it's actually heirloom. Our grandmother gave one to me and one to Catherine but she has lost hers," she lied blatantly. "She can be very careless about stuff, she can even be careless when it comes to people. That was it. The brooch his brother had was given to him by Catherine. And now she was throwing herself on him, oblivious to the fact she was engaged to Alex. She would continue her life, having messed up Johnny's, marrying Alex, probably because of the security and luxury his money would offer her, although she clearly felt nothing for him. Oh, he would make that slut pay... "Tell me, what is your relation to Alex? You and Catherine, I mean," he asked Cynthia. "Catherine and I were adopted by the Rollands when we were about eleven or something. Our parents were killed on an airplane crash on their way to Buenos Aires, and since the Rollands were close friends with them, Mr. Rolland offered to care about us as if we were his own children. We have called them Uncle Eric and Aunt Alisa ever since, but the truth is they have been like real father and mother to us, "she said pretending to muffle a sob. As Damon paid no attention to her state of distress, she continued. "Catherine has been very attentive to you, Damon. I understand she invited you to her room," she said waiting for his response Damon starred at her incredulously. He didn't like her at all. "I had a situation and she offered me some help," he said firmly. "No doubt she did," she smiled wickedly. "After all, you're Alex's friend, and she tries very hard to please him. She had a little something with some guy and now she is trying to make it up to Alex". Damon was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Everything was pointing to Catherine's direction. Her careless behavior, her flirtatious manners, her effect on men, the little something with some mysterious guy... Cynthia decided to finish him off. "She's like a glass, Damon. All bright and crystal clear, but you never know how many have drunk from it." With that she left him to celebrate her victory. Damon excused himself and approached the dancing couple, "Mind if I cut in?" he asked Alex. "No, not at all," he answered reluctantly. "I have some guests I have to tend to anyway. I have neglected them for a while," he said smiling. Damon took his place in front of her, and right then the music changed to a sensual rumba piece. He saw her uneasiness and smiled teasing her. "So, this is the girl you really are. Roaming around the house half drunk, inviting men up to your room while your fiancé is looking for you," he said locking his gaze with hers. "Alex is not my fiancé. And the only man I've invited to my room is you," she whispered. There was such art in her statement that Damon found himself unable to speak for a minute. "You didn't say anything about being drunk," he pointed out. "I would rather people believe me drunk. That would justify my actions," she said heatedly. Just as she was going to spin around, Damon dragged her up against him. "What does that mean?" he demanded angrily. "I know you do not welcome Alex's attentions, when you crave for mine," he said running caressing fingers over her thighs, pulling her closer to him. She shuddered as she felt his fingertips sinking in the soft flesh of her hips, and she was sure she was going to have bruises tomorrow. She tightened her arms around his neck wanting trying to escape his bruising fingers. He chuckled, and she could kill him happily that very moment for that. She felt something for him, and he would use her passion against her, while he extracted his revenge. His original plans were changed. He was going to have her, no matter what, and he would make her suffer his humiliations. He was even prepared to use his own desire for her against her, only for the single cause of revenge. Only he wouldn't fall for her, like his poor brother... "If I had wanted too, I could have fucked you before," he whispered huskily into the pink shell of her ear. "I would fuck you hard up against the door and you would have loved every minute of it, wouldn't you Cathy?" "Stop it," she whispered helplessly. "Yes, you would have loved it. You would beg me to pound you senseless with my hard cock, beg me to make you come, come hard. And even then, I wouldn't stop, I would only fuck you harder, until you fainted, either from the pleasure or from the pain," he breathed into her parted lips. "But I wouldn't miss the chance to fuck your lovely mouth too," he smiled tracing a finger over her lips, feeling her tremble. "Fuck you, Damon," she said, realizing that she spoke his name for the first time. "Let me go," she demanded angrily, still whispering though. "No one's holding you Cathy," he said letting her go so eagerly she was almost disappointed. She stood there, watching him walk away, unable to understand him. Damon Bradley was like no other guy she had ever met. The only one worth a second look, the only one who could make her knees weaken at his mere presence, lose her mind with his sexy voice, her whole body shiver with his touch. The one who could tame her. But there was something else behind the lust in his eyes she couldn't make out. From the corner of her eye she saw Cynthia smiling at her, showing her with a slight movement of her head Alex, who had been watching her all the time, his eyes burning with anger and hurt. Oh, why had Damon come? To fuck up her life even more than it already was? She walked through the crowd into the house, wanting to be away from everyone and everything. She halted abruptly when she heard her Uncle speak. "Of course, Damon! I insist that you stay my boy! You are always welcome here and Alex will be delighted for sure. I can not possibly allow you to drive all the way back to your ranch tonight!" Original Sin Ch. 01 "But, Mr. Rolland," Damon began. "Nonsense! I won't nave no for an answer," Mr. Rolland stated firmly. From the corner of his eye he saw Catherine." Ah! My beautiful Katerina! Come my dear!" Catherine approached them reluctantly and let her uncle put his arms over her shoulders, as if he was going to offer her protection from Damon's intense gaze and his mocking smile. "We are going to have a guest tonight. Mr. Bradley will be staying with us for the night. Would you be so kind to show him to the best guest room, my dear? Have Hanna prepare everything, will you? "With pleasure," Catherine said, returning Damon's smile. "Would you be so kind as to follow me Mr. Bradley?" she said to him. Damon followed her lead and was prepared to say something to her when Mr. Rolland interrupted. "Now, you Damon be careful. I do not allow flirting with my nieces in my house, especially you Catherine," he said. "We're saving you for Alex!" Mr. Rolland smiled and winked at them. "Flirting he doesn't allow, but he never said a thing about fucking, did he?" Damon whispered smiling after he left, making Catherine laugh. Wow, her soft laughter was like music. Suddenly she stopped laughing and tears filled her eyes. He noticed and although he was supposed to thrive on her sadness, all he wanted was to make her laugh again, despite what she had done to his brother. But he quickly changed his mind. "This is your room," she said, when they reached the guest room. "I hope you will find everything comfortable and to your pleasure," she said mechanically. "If you should need anything, Hanna will be more than happy to please you," she finished and turned to leave. "Hey," he said grabbing her wrist again. "And where do you think you're going? It's too early to stop partying, and two is a party," he smiled at her, winking, letting her know his intentions. "I do wish you'd let my wrist," she said with the little power she had left. "It really hurts from before," she lowered her head. He tilted her chin up with firm, but soft fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes. Something broke inside him when he saw how read they were from the effort to hold back her tears, as if he momentarily regretted and he dipped his head to kiss her. "Please, don't fuck with my mind Damon. I'm already fucked up for good," she whispered. "Don't fuck with mine, Cathy," he said. "From the moment you spilled that damn vodka on me, I can only think of you." He ran a caressing finger along her cheek. What was he doing? He was supposed to take her now, ravish her, make her hurt, humiliate her and all he wanted is to sooth her, and ease the pain he had so successfully caused. What was this girl doing to him? He quickly recovered. "And to tell you the truth, I don't think you've been fucked good Cathy." "I could show you, just as I promised," he whispered huskily. She slapped him on the face harder than before, and stormed out of the room, only to find herself in Alex's arms. "What happened Catherine?" he shook her lightly. "Are you all right?" He saw Damon leaning against the door casing. "What did you do to her?" he flared his nostrils. Damon decided now was the time he was going to begin with his revenge plan. Oh, my dear Cathy, you will pay so dearly for everything you've done... Original Sin Ch. 02 "What the hell is going on here?" Alex demanded, anger blazing out of his face. "Nothing, Alex. Nothing's going on," Catherine struggled to free herself from his arms. "I was just showing Damon the guest room, he will be staying here for the night," she managed to pass the words through her dry throat. Even if her feelings absolutely forbid her to accept Alex, she could not bear to hurt him this way. Alex gazed upon Damon, who stood by the door making no effort to hide the glimpse of triumph in his eyes. "I think Damon would prefer to spend the night in your room, like he did most of the evening, while I was looking for you," he said sharply. "Tempting offer, isn't she Damon?" He narrowed his ice blue eyes." But, perhaps you already know that." Catherine's eyes flashed. "What did you say?" she finally managed to tug her arm free. "Alex, you can't seriously believe-" "Oh, yes I can, Catherine," he cut her off. "Cynthia told me everything. And, as much as I wish it wasn't true, I saw enough of your performance on the dance floor to convince me otherwise." Catherine burned with rage and anger as Damon refused to say anything to her defence. She should have known, she thought, the bastard would be enjoying this… "You have no rights on me Alex, you know very well I promised you nothing. Besides you know how much I hate to explain myself," she said with all the haughtiness she could muster. This was harsh, but she knew once Cynthia had interfered, there was nothing she could do. No matter what she had to say they always believed Cynthia… " I know," Alex lowered his head, not wanting to her to see the hurt in his eyes. "I'm not going to pursue you any further. You're not worth it," he raised his eyes to look at her. "If it weren't for my father-" He couldn't finish when he saw how red her eyes were and how she bit her lips. Something inside him broke. He stretched an arm to touch her but she flinched away from him. He looked sharply at Damon. "Stay away from her," he threatened, as if he had just realized his true evil intentions. He left without a backward glance. He hadn't resolved to give up Catherine without a fight. He had regretted almost immediately hurting her with his accusations, but he wished he had punched Damon on his smug face. Catherine stood there, biting her lips so hard in her effort to hold back her tears, she could taste her own blood. Damon was trying to fight any regrets he might have felt for causing her so much pain. Both were too preoccupied to notice Cynthia who sneaked in and out of Catherine's room. "Well, at least that simplifies things between us," Damon spoke for the first time, breaking the unbearable silence. She felt him move, but refused to look at his direction. She could sense him close, but it was only when his fingers traced the delicate curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine that she flinched away from him. "You conceited, arrogant bastard-"she backed away. "Oh, come on, you don't mean that," he teased her, following her steps. "I fucking do!" she whispered heatedly. "I hate you-" Damon's burning brown eyes narrowed dangerously. B efore she could react, he caught her by her upper arm, dragging her into the room. He shut the door behind her and slammed her up against it. With one swift movement he caught both of her wrists with one head and pinned them above her head. "What did you say?" he demanded roughly against her lips. His other hand delved between their bodies to force her legs apart with brutal strength. She struggled against him but it was useless as he wedged his muscular body between her thighs, making it impossible to shut them against his invasion. A low growl escaped her as she realized how vulnerable she was. "I said I hate you," she breathed into his mouth, her sweet body arching against him. She believed she meant every word, even when she felt a strange fire unfurl low in her belly, and shameful moisture pool between her thighs, as she felt him hard and demanding, pressed intimately against her secret place. He captured her mouth in a punishing, brutal kiss that left her breathless. She moaned in protest against his hot mouth only to let his searching, revolting tongue taste the depths of her mouth. She felt him taste her blood and whimpered. "Don't," she tore her mouth away from his, breathing uneven. "What the-" Damon released her wrists and backed away from her. He touched his lips, fingers coming away with blood. She tried to avoid him, but rough fingers bit into her forcing her to meet his gaze. He ran a caressing thumb over her lips, parting them, exposing the damage she had achieved. He could feel her tremble under his touch. That girl made him lose control… "You're crazy," he muttered and leaned down to kiss her. She didn't struggle, didn't fight back. She was too dazed by his lazy exploration, too busy to comprehend the feelings he stirred within her. She accepted the slow, seductive kiss he forced on her. Her arms hesitantly crept up his chest, around his neck to draw him closer to her. His hands slid over her hips, down her thighs, dragging the hem of her dress dangerously high. He clenched his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, bringing her hard up against him, the thick bulge straining across his pants making her devastatively aware of his intentions. She moaned against his mouth, and he lifted her legs, wrapping them around him. She could feel moisture dripping down her thighs by now. She didn't notice the way he guided her backwards, until she felt the hard edge of the desk bump against her bottom. "Please," she whispered when he finally released her mouth as she was lifted onto its surface. He ignored her, his hand delving under her dress to rest on the silk covering her mound. She felt him tug the soft material. " No, please," she placed her small hand above his, trying to stop the movement. Pleading hazel eyes met amused dark brown ones. Effortlessly he tugged the silk from her, crouching in front of her to caress her thighs, letting it fall to the floor. He rose again to place a long, wet kiss on her already bruised lips, his fingers delving into the soft, rich mane of her hair. Her fingers clutched at the edge of the desk for support as she moaned into his mouth. Damon couldn't understand what was happening to him. Making slow, sensuous love to that girl was the last thing he had on his mind. He wanted to fuck her hard, bent her over the desk and screw her from behind, treating her like the whore she was. But he was lost into her soft, wet mouth that seemed to be crushed under the force of his demanding kisses. He felt her shudder under his touch and he almost lost his mind. She seemed so innocent in her pleadings, so inexperienced yet her body was so sweetly responsive… Maybe that's what she did to his poor brother that made him fall madly in love with her… The bitch! "Ah!" she whimpered against his mouth as his fingers tugged brutally her hair, the breath shuddering from her lungs. She gasped as she felt his thick fingers delve into her lush, pink, petals to discover the extent of her shame. Her fingers clutched the desk so tightly it hurt. "So responsive," he chuckled wickedly, as he touched the core of her moisture. "Just as I knew you'd be," he murmured huskily into her mouth. She bit her lips to prevent traitorous moans as his skilful fingers began to flick and spank her pulsing nub. She hated him for what he was doing to her, even as her untutored body went up in flames. She threw her head back, afraid that her eyes might give away the desire he had awakened inside of her. Damon saw her and realized the cause of her actions. But she was so beautiful he wanted to see every flicker of pleasure that crossed her expressive face, hear every moan that escaped her wet, lush lips. "Oh no," he forced her mouth open with rough fingers. "I want to hear you scream, little bitch," he said through clenched jaw, and she obliged as she felt a thick finger seeking entrance to her pussy. " Don't," she cried but he muffled her protests with his mouth. She thumped him on his broad chest with her fists, her back arching, trying to dislodge the invading digit. He was inside only up to the first knuckle, and she was impossibly tight, her snug walls clutching his finger, clamping down on it. "You're so tight," he whispered into her parted lips, containing a groan as he imagined his thick shaft swallowed by her tight pussy. "No," she protested, bucking her hips to escape his finger." Damon, stop," she pleaded breathlessly, gazing into his eyes with such an intensity he was forced to look away. She gasped as he ignored her, continuing to work his finger up inside her tight sheath, her arms holding tightly on to him as if for dear life. "Stop," she cried, cupping his cheek with her small hand, forcing him to look into her pleading eyes. He raised an eyebrow." Why, have you been saving yourself for Alex?" he mocked her, smiling wickedly. Her eyes opened wide at the incredibility in his voice. What did he think she were, a whore who fucked with any man she bumped into? He didn't deserve to find out the truth, she wouldn't do him the honor… "Damon," she gathered her courage trying desperately to ignore the wiggling finger inside her tight pussy and the rough caresses his thumb forced on her swollen clit. "I know you had provocation, but, please, let me go," she whispered through ragged breathing. "Forgive me," she lowered her eyes, unable to look at him any longer. He tilted he chin upwards with soft, but firm fingers and their gaze locked. They silently looked at each other for what seemed an eternity. There was something in her voice, the way her eyes silently pleaded him that made him change his mind about what he was going to do to her. Reluctantly he withdrew from her and slowly released her. He backed away from her, intent putting as much distance between them as possible. Slowly she slipped from the desk, only to realize she had to put a lot of effort no to fall. Her thighs were quivering, the blood thrumming in her secret place, her whole body shuddering from the pleasure he had forced on her. She looked at him to find out he wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to seem. Why had she asked for his forgiveness? He had forced himself on her, treated her like a whore. He should be sorry! Yet, she had forgiven him, even though he hadn't uttered a single word… What was Damon doing to her? "Damon," she tried to touch him. "Go," was all he managed to say. "Please-" He opened the door. "Leave," he ordered in a tone that broke no arguments. "If you choose to stay, I will not be held responsible for my actions." His features were harsh, a tiny muscle tickling in his jaw. Catherine bit her lips once more to prevent tears. She turned her head away and fled without a backward glance. *********************************** Damon stood there for what seemed an eternity, wondering once more if he could have been mistaken. Yes, she had provoked him and she had admitted it, but she had seemed so sincere in her pleadings to release her… And the way she trembled each time he touched her… He left the room, thinking he would go mad if he dwelled any longer on these thoughts. He was heading downstairs when he saw light in her room and changed his mind. He had hoped, wished she would be there. Lying naked on the bed, welcoming him with her soft, warm and willing body, eager to surrender to his dark desires. She wasn't there and he felt relieved, the intensity with which he craved her scared him. On the desk there was a half open envelope that he seemed to have failed to notice before. Addressed to Ms. Catherine Rolland. Instictively he opened it and read the context. His nostrils flared. The letter confirmed that Ms. Catherine Rolland had an abortion on April 29th . He folded the paper and put it into his pocket. The bitch had played him well! God, he had almost believed all this innocence she had acted, he was so close to fall for.. She was the one who had destroyed his brother's life and turned his own into a living hell… She was going to pay. Damon could feel so close to retribution. ************************************ She slowly opened her eyes, feeling sunlight caress her body, the flimsy, diaphanous material of her night gown offering little protection. She shuddered as she remembered how close she had been to give her virginity to him and her nipples stiffened at the cool morning August breeze. "Good morning, my child," Hanna's warm voice sounded across the room. "Did you sleep well?" Catherine loved Hanna dearly. The Rolland's housekeeper had looked after her ever since she was brought into this house. "Hanna, please tell me, is Damon still here?" she asked impatiently, realising that this might be the last chance she had to see him. " My child," Hanna began. Catherine tossed the blankets away and rushed to get dressed. She couldn't bear the thought that she might never see him again. " Please, Hanna," her voice pleading from inside the bathroom. " He just said goodbye to your uncle. I don't think you have time to-" " I have time," she stated. "Catherine, my dear, I know he is fearful handsome, but…" Catherine emerged from the bathroom, her beauty taking away Hanna's breath. "You were saying, Hanna?" she inquired softly. "Go," Hanna sighed. "I hope he deserves you." "I love you so, so, so much!" She kissed Hanna and ran downstairs. "Be careful, my love, " were the soft words Hanna whispered and Catherine never heard. Damon waited for the chauffer to bring his jeep. He had to leave as soon as possible, had to think clearly. He was out of his mind whenever she was around, he couldn't bear to see her before he left, afraid of how he would react. "You were going to leave without saying goodbye?" He turned around slowly, the sound of her voice mesmerizing. She was alluring. Catherine was wearing a rich red wine sundress that contrasted deliciously with her fair skin. Her rich hair was tousled, falling into thick waves on he shoulders and she was flushed from the running she did to catch up with him. As he turned to look at her, she felt the breath shuddering from her lungs. He looked like a golden sun God as he was bathed in sunlight. She felt fluttering low in her belly. Cathy wondered if she could ever look at him without her whole body responding to his mere sight. "So, you've come for the farewell fuck you owe me from last night," he said calmly, his burning brown eyes betraying his desire. Catherine was stunned by his reply. " I thought a farewell kiss would make a nice memory. I'm sorry," she turned to leave. He caught her by the upper arm, dragging her hard up against him. His mouth slanted over hers in a hot, demanding kiss as his arms wrapped around her slender waist, imprisoning her. Her small fists bit him on his broad chest and she whimpered in frustration into his mouth as she realized how futile her struggles were. "Stop this," she was finally able to tear her mouth from his, breathing uneven. "I'm not looking for a memory, Cathy," he whispered , running a caressing finger along her flushed cheek. "Then what are you looking for Damon?" she gazed upon him so intently with her beautiful green eyes he had to look away. She smiled a sad smile believing she would never get the reply she wanted. She pushed him away and managed to free herself. Damon reached out his hand to touch her. "Like a glass. You never now how many have drunk from it," Cynthia's words tormented him. She backed away from him as the chauffer brought his car, but he caught her forcefully by the wrist. "I'm not through with you, not yet, " he whispered hotly into the pink shell of her ear, causing her eyes to widen, as fear and something else shivered through her spine. "Leave," she whispered desperately. "I hate you, why have you come into my life?" "You will soon find out why, I promise you," he chuckled wickedly, his hot breath on her neck. Slowly he lowered his head and she gasped as she felt his mouth sucking on the tender flesh were the shoulder joined her neck, feeling a trickle of moisture between her thighs. He left her, letting her alone to confront Alex who had watched them from his balcony. She stood there, unable to move, long after he left. *********************************** Damon arrived at the ranch around midnight. All the while he was driving he had been trying to put his thoughts into order. His body ached from the effort to contain the emotions that coursed through him. He felt he wanted to cry. "Master!" a delicate feminine voice called out to him. "Master, I'm so glad you're back, I've missed you so much!" a pretty girl with a mexican accent appeared before him. "I mean, we are all very happy you've returned," she lowered her eyes, in which her love for him burnt evidently. "Elena, how many times have I told you not to call me master?" Damon sighed. "But what else can I call you, you are my master," she whispered, letting him understand how much of her he actually mastered. Damon was too tired to pay any attention to her. Suddenly his face lit up, a vicious thought causing his lips to curve in a wicked smile. "Tell Rob I want to see him. In my office." "Now," he ordered as Elena hesitated. "Yes," she obeyed. "Master?" she inquired softly. "What is it, Elena?" "Did you find what you were looking for?" "Yes," he answered looking straight ahead. "I did." ************************************* Catherine could not bear to stay inside the house. She felt she would suffocate. Damon had left his shirt on her bed and as she looked at it she felt she would never be rid of him. "May I come inside my dear cousin?" Cynthia knocked lightly on the open door. Catherine didn't bother to speak as she gazed outside the window. "Oh, I see," Cynthia began. "You're sorry you lost your precious Alex. Well, that's what happens to sluts like you, Catherine. I hope Damon was a good fuck, at least," she mocked her. "Leave me alone," she replied with a calmness she was beyond feeling. "I've only come to give you your brooch back. I wouldn't want you to call me a thief," she smiled wickedly. Catherine turned around slowly. She picked up her purse and walked towards Cynthia. She took the brooch from her hand and pushed her to move aside so she could go. She never uttered a single word, but bit her lips several times to prevent hot tears. Catherine drove with no destination. Her vision blurred by the tears. She kept thinking of her parents, of Mr. Rolland who had loved her like a daughter, Elisa Rolland who never approved of her "wild" behaviour as she stated, of Cynthia who hated her from the very first moment, of Alex, Alex who had always loved her. And of Damon who had treated her infernally, and whom yet she longed for… Her thoughts were interrupted as a small van screeched to block her way. Before she could realise what was happening, two beastlike men came out of it, opened the door of her car and dragged her outside. "No, let me go," she tried to struggle, kicking her legs, but the grip on her arms was painful and unyielding. One of them took his place at the driver seat of her sports BMW. She was devastated when she saw that, she had loved this car from the first moment. "Let me go, you-" a large palm muffled her cries and she was dragged inside the van. "No, please," she pleaded as a scarf was looped around her eyes turning her world to pitch black. "Don't!" Her pleas were ignored as both cars hit maximum velocity for some unknown destination. Original Sin Ch. 03 Damon tried to concentrate on the paperwork lying in front of him on the large mahogany desk. He had managed to turn his brother's ranch into a very profitable business. Having given up a very promising career in a high- profile petroleum company as an executive engineer to take over Johnny's ranch and fulfill his promise to his brother, this was the least he could do. He heard something and lifted his head to gaze outside the window. A wicked smile curved his lips. ~*~ The van halted abruptly and she woke up from what must have been her worst nightmare so far. Somehow, she had managed to fall asleep throughout the ride, blindfolded and hand bound, unable to tell where she had been taken. She was dragged outside the car and only then was the scarf unlooped from her eyes. Catherine blinked several times to adjust to the moonlight. As she took sight of the place, she realized she was brought to a ranch. Something stirred in her memory, but she had little time to dwell on the thought when a young, handsome man wearing a cowboy hat dragged her inside the house. She silently cursed and narrowed her eyes, promising full retribution. The man guided her inside, through the arched corridors, and she was relieved to find out there was nothing creepy and dark about the house. The warm, earthy browns and creamy colors on the walls along with the rich red ceramic tile on the floor gave her a homely felling that was almost disturbing. Cathy walked proudly. her back straight, her breasts high, refusing to acknowledge the situation. But she stopped when she noticed a pretty girl with hispanic characteristics leaning against a door case. She was looking at her with the same scornful expression in her eyes Damon had looked at her when Alex caught them. Rob forced her to move, tightening his grip on her arm. He swallowed hard when the girl turned to look at him, the intensity in her beautiful green eyes taking his breath away. She was the most magnificent sight he had ever seen. She walked like a queen, as if she were untouched by everything that was going on, she had not once pleaded or screamed for help, even though she was well aware of her situation. And she was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Oh, Damon... They stopped when they reached a large wooden door. Rob made her face the wall as he untied her bonds. He couldn't risk such a close distance with her, she had looked at him once, maybe twice and shivers run through his body. He undid quickly the bonds, opened the door and shoved her inside, felling he was no longer safe near her. "Bastard," she muttered, rubbing her sore wrists. "I always knew you had no manners. But then, again, what do you expect from a girl that invites a guy she has just met to her bed?" Slowly she took sight of him, leaning against his desk, his arms folded in front of his broad chest, smiling down at her with that seductive curve of his lips that always made her feel faint. God, he was just as handsome in casual as he was in his suit, and somehow now he seemed even more forbidding... Cathy felt that familiar fluttering sensation in her belly she experienced every time she looked at him. But she wouldn't let him find out either her fear or he excitement... "Fuck you," she stated calmly, reaching for the doorknob. Damon was swift to reach the door before her, locking it and hiding the key away, his eyes narrowing dangerously. She backed away from him and he followed her smiling wickedly, until her back was pressed up against the wall and she could retreat no further. God, she was beautiful. She was wearing the red sundress she had on the last time he saw her. Her golden brown hair was tousled, falling heavy on the creamy flesh of her shoulders, adding to the wild beauty her angry features created. Her eyes, now he perceived, turned into hazel every time she was excited, lighting all of her face. He noticed the swift rise and fall of her breasts and ached to touch her nipples, clearly visible through the flimsy material of her dress. Damon barely contained a groan at the alluring sight she made. "I told you I wasn't through with you yet," he whispered smiling, leaning forward as he planted a palm against the wall on either side of her head. "What do you want from me?" she whispered helplessly, breathing uneven, unable to look at him, because even now that she had found out who her captor was, she couldn't prevent the shameful moisture pooling between her thighs. He tilted her head up with firm fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I think I made that very obvious to you," his sexy voice made her lose all sense. "No," she murmured feeling him dangerously close. "Let me go," she demanded, yet her eyes and the way they flashed told him an entirely different story. She realized that by the way he was smiling down at her. "Oh, come on, you don't mean that," he mocked her, reminding her fully of the last time she tried to refuse him. " You left your underwear in my room, Cathy," he leaned closer to whisper into her parted lips. "I debated for a while whether I should keep them as a souvenir or whether I should send them to Alex," he continued, causing her eyes to widen. "But, then, I decided, I didn't need a souvenir. So, now you know where your panties are," he ended laughing. "You son of a bitch-" she began, thumping him on his broad chest with all her force. Rough fingers bit into her chin and forced her back to his face, all evidence of humor erased now, as warm lips brushed over hers. Holding her head prisoner he slanted his hot mouth over hers in brutal demanding kiss. She whimpered against his mouth, her small hands beating at his broad shoulders, feeling his tongue gaining entry. Somehow he sensed she was going to slap him, and her hand was halted midair, Damon pinned both her wrists with his strong hands against the wall, never leaving her soft, wet mouth. She moaned in protest against his mouth when she felt a muscular thigh wedging itself between her legs, making he unable to shut them against him, even if she wanted to. When he cut the kiss they were both breathless. "You will pay for everything you 've done, bitch," Damon leaned to whisper hotly into the pink shell of her ear. "No," she cried, but it was useless as he muffled her cries with his mouth and tears of frustration burned at the corner of her eyes. His hands slowly released her wrists slid down her body, over the smooth skin of her shoulders to cup her full, firm breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and the feel of the soft material of her dress rubbed against her tender nipples by his strong hands send shivers through her untutored body. Hesitantly her arms crept up his shoulders, around his neck to delve her fingers into his silky hair, just as she always wanted to. She lay crushed against the wall under his assault, kissing him back, her tongue now tangling with his, wishing he wouldn't discover the moisture dripping down her thighs by now. Damon could not believe how wonderfully full his palms felt as he molded her soft breasts to their shape. As if they were made for his possession. Once again he was lost inside her wet mouth and the feel of her sweet body shuddering beneath his. She was moaning softly into his mouth between kisses, the vibrations down his throat sending him almost over the edge. She felt incredible... What was this girl doing to him? No, he would not fall for her act like last time. Now he would treat her like the slut she was. Her soft moans turned into a gasp as his hands left her tender breasts to slide down over her hips. She shuddered as his fingertips sunk into the soft flesh of her hips to drag her hard up against him and her arms locked around his neck. She bit her lips as she felt him hard and demanding pressed up against her secret place and tried to wriggle off this position. She gasped as she realized the effect her movements had on him and he chuckled wickedly. "I hate you," she whispered heatedly, lowering her eyes, yet holding tightly on him. She gasped as she felt his fingers delve between the curls of her mound. He lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist to allow more entry to his fingers. "No," she whispered as she felt them delve between her wet, lush petals, memories of what he had done to her before flooding her. "Yes," he muttered fiercely, eager to watch every flicker of pleasure that crossed her expressive face, as his fingers caressed roughly her pulsing nub. "Oh God," she moaned, throwing her head back, silently cursing her traitorous body for responding to his wicked touch. Cathy was helpless to the sensations he created within her, as his skillful fingers flicked and spanked her swollen clit, sending wanes of pleasure through her body. She felt a thick finger seeking entrance inside her pussy, and felt she could do nothing but oblige as she remembered how incredible even this small part of him felt inside of her. She bit her lips as she lift her eyes to lock his gaze with his, tightening her leg around his waist, wanting to draw him closer. Damon felt her writhe and shudder under his touch, so wet, so sweetly responsive, so innocently sensual and it was hard for him to control himself as he eased up a finger into her tight heat. She was looking straight into his eyes, but when she felt him inside of her, she bit her lips and her eyes brightened at the mixed blessing of pleasure and pain, tightening her arms around his neck. Oh no, he was not going to be fooled again, this time he knew better... With one swift movement he tore the wet silk, tightened his grip around her hips and thrust two thick fingers up inside of her without warning. Cathy whimpered in pain against his chest at the stinging sensation, clinging harder on his shoulders, trying to escape his unmerciful fingers. "No, it can't be," he murmured when he felt a barrier that shouldn't be there. He withdrew his fingers and she moaned at the deliciously painful pulling sensation. Damon let her leg down and cupped her face. "What the hell is this?" he demanded. "Did you have yourself fixed to fool Alex?" Rough finger bit into her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her eyes widened at his words. What was going on? Why would he think she wasn't a virgin? "Fuck you," she looked at him, determined not to give any explanations. If he believed otherwise, she wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing that he was the first man that ever touched her. That son of a bitch didn't deserve the gift of her virginity. "Fuck you," she said more decisively this time. "With pleasure," Damon grunted, furiously unbuckling her belt, his eyes never leaving hers. Her mouth went dry as the full size of him sprang free. He was so very thick and large, fully aroused, his hard shaft rising from a nest of honey blond curls. There was no way... He lifted her legs with strong arms, wrapping them around his waist. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, as she felt the thick head of him pressing demandingly against the entrance of her tight, throbbing pussy, and she gasped at the sensation. He captured her mouth in a soft, coaxing kiss, as if he wanted to sooth her and assure her that everything was going to be fine. She kissed him back with sweet passion, and just as Damon felt he was going to be fooled by her again, he thrust inside her, spearing her virgin flesh with his hard cock. Cathy whimpered against his mouth, as she felt herself stretched almost to splitting point around his thick shaft. His fingers clenched on the soft flesh of her hips as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, stretching her snug walls painfully around him. He was large, and she was incredibly tight, and although she was wet, he knew she would have difficulty accommodating him. Damon could feel the muscles of her back tensing as she struggled to accept him. But he was beyond caring. The little bitch had herself stitched in surgery to fool Alex into she was a virgin! He gave her no mercy as he thrust hard through her maidenhead and sunk inside her to the hilt. Cathy cried out softly as her hymen was breached, feeling something had broken inside of her. She tightened her arms around his neck and she could see he breathed heavily as he was lost to the feeling of her tight pussy clenched around his hard cock. "Oh God," she moaned into his mouth as he gave her no time to adjust, but began his relentless pounding right away. She hang on to him, dragging his shirt down his back, digging her nails into his shoulders as he rammed inside of her, impaling her on his thick shaft over and over again. She gasped, tears filling her eyes as he lunged inside her endlessly, forcing her sweet body to accept his long, forceful thrusts. She was incredibly wet and tight, her inner muscles gripping him thoroughly, dragging him inside of her like no other woman had done before. His fingers bit into the soft flesh of her hips as he rode her hard, hard than he should have given she was a virgin, forcing her to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. Unable to control himself at the feel of her exquisite tightness clenched fiercely around his glistening cock. "You 're so tight," he groaned as his thrusts increased, feeling her tight walls rippling around his cock. Cathy was drawn to a dark vortex of intermingling pain with pleasure, as she felt her snug walls stretching to accept him, hard, forceful and demanding. Gradually, the splitting sensation she felt a the beginning having him buried deep inside of her began to recede to a deliciously painful burning path he created inside of her each time he thrust inside her. She was moaning softly now, her sweet face buried on his shoulder, her feminine whimpers and grunts feeling his ears. But she didn't call his name... Damon fucked her mercilessly, driven to the edge by her soft moans. He rammed inside of her for what seemed forever unable to control the furious backing of his hips. She was desperate, helpless to his ravishing, the only thing she could do was hang on to him, while her traitorous body opened itself to his ruthless invasion. He was now pulling in and out of her excruciatingly slow, wanting to prolong their climaxes, and she could feel every inch of him as he pumped her slowly, sure he dragged her flesh outside with him. She bit her lips as pleasure began to surge through her, frustrated because she could feel he was holding her back from the edge of something. He chuckled and she thumped him on his muscled chest, now covered by a fine sheen of sweat. He did nothing to end her torment, but continue to take her at a leisurly pace. "Beg me," he whispered, a malignant triumph gleaming in his eyes. "Beg me to make you come." She growled frustrated and turned her head to her side to present him the lovely curve of her neck and he couldn't resist. As he saw the bruised mark he left on her the last time he saw her, possessiveness coursed through him like hot lava and he dipped his head to kiss the soft flesh. The gentle sucking of his mouth combined with the determined force of his rock hard shaft still pumping at a slow pace made her want to cry out for the relief only he could give her. Her nipples hurt by now, hard as pebbles, she was crushed under his muscled body. "Oh God," she moaned. "Please..." He stilled inside of her and all she could do was glory in the feel of his throbbing cock buried deep inside of her to the hilt. "You can do better that that, Cathy," he muttered through clenched teeth. Instictively she hooked her ankles together as she hang on to him, unconsciously clenching around him, drawing a moan from him. She bit her lips, even as they curved in a wicked smile, to prevent her own moan, wanting to enjoy the angry, startled look on his face. Damon narrowed his eyes as he gazed down at her, thinking she was the most amazing he had ever met. He admired her courage, but he couldn't afford to let her see that. His lips captured hers in a forceful kiss as he cupped her face with his palms. He slammed full force inside her and she almost fainted, moaning desperately into his hot mouth, having only her legs clamped tightly around his hips to support her from falling, as Damon used his own to caress her body, adding to her torment. Soon, his fingers found her, sliding between their sweat covered bodies, delving into her lush, pink petals, to roughly caress her already swollen clit. She was moaning around him, her arms and legs holing tightly on to him, unable to deny the crescendo he forced on her. His knowing fingers and his hard cock, moved all in unision, sending her over the edge. Just as she was about to spiral into ecstasy, he stilled inside of her once more, and his hands rose to cup her face. He forced his wet fingers inside her mouth, letting taste herself on him. She blushed, realizing the state of her desire. "You can not deny me, Cathy," he whispered huskily into her parted lips, his lips brushing lightly hers, and shivers run through her body. He didn't care that he did to her things her brother must have done, he didn't care she was the biggest bitch of all time. All he cared about was for her to accept his domination. He kissed her and simultaneously began to slowly work himself inside her tight sheath. She had no willpower, no resistance left to withstand that excruciatingly slow torment he had forced on her before. "Damon," she breathed heavily. He stopped at the uttering of his name. It sound so beautiful, coming out of her breath. "Make me come," he murmured against her mouth, one arm clamped around her waist like a vice, the other gripping her hips. "I want to hear you say it," he ordered. She bit her lips and through her head back, not wanting to surrender fully to him. Damon tightened his arm around her waist, impaling her more fully on his thick shaft, just as she thought he couldn't possibly get any deeper than this. "Oh God," she whimpered. But this victory wasn't going to be fully his. She bit her lips and gazed at him with passion hazed eyes. "Make me come, Damon," she murmured huskily. It took Damon a few moments to realize she had cleverly balanced her request between a plea and an order. God, she was absolutely amazing... He increased the force of his thrusts, fucking her furiously, mercilessly against the wall, her moans feeling her ears as she clung bravely on to him. He impaled fully on his cock over and over again, sliding in and out of her sore pussy with growing easy, as her desire increased. She was moaning softly around him, completely open and vulnerable to him, helpless to his ravishing, unable to deny the waves of pleasure that fanned through her. She came on his hard cock, her tight pussy spasming around him. "Fuck," he muttered at the force of her orgasm. He couldn't hold out much longer as her tight muscles milked him. Her whimpering cries matched his harsh grunts as he rammed inside her tight pussy again and again in deep, brutal stabs. She was almost incoherent from her orgasm. She cried as she felt him grow large, impossibly large inside of her, as if he had doubled in size. He muffled her cries with his mouth and all she could do was rake her fingers down the muscles of his back, drawing blood. "Come for me again," he ordered harshly against her bruised lips. "Come when I explode deep inside of you." His words were strangely arousing and his husky voice melt any form of resistance inside of her. Cathy could do nothing but oblige and another orgasm rolled over her. She came harder this time, her tight pussy squeezing his cock so fiercely, his control snapped. He spurted deep inside her womb with jerking thrusts, until finally he came to rest inside of her, his damp forehead presses against hers. Original Sin Ch. 03 Cathy felt his sticky warmth flooding her and knew now she was the definition of the word ravished. She was lost to everything but the feel of him deep inside of her. When he slowly, horribly, withdrew from her, she slid bonelessly to the floor, fainting from the pain and pleasure he had forced on her. Damon grabbed her by the waist before she reached the floor and lifted her in his arms, carrying her along the arched corridors. Nobody noticed Elena, spying through the keyhole of Damon's office, green with jealousy as she could sense the feelings of her master towards this woman. An intruder she had to be rid off, in any possible way... She had managed to hide herself behind a column as she watched Damon carry the faint woman in his strong arms. ~*~ Cathy felt the softness of the mattress under her, but was to exausted to stir. Damon looked upon her for what seemed eternity, as she abandoned herself to blissful sleep, beautiful as an angel, completely raptured. He finally left the room, closing softly the door behind him, before he could regret it. Damon went into his bedroom thinking he had finally fulfilled what had been his ultimate fantasy for the past few days. He had fucked Cathy hard up against the wall until she had fainted in his arms. But, why did he feel empty and unfulfilled then? He undressed and went into the shower. He could feel his cock harden at the mere thought of her. He had to have her again, her taste was still on his mouth, her smell lingering around him. He looked down to see his cock stained with crimson blood. "Too much blood," he murmured. What if he had been wrong? What if he had really just raped an innocent girl of her virginity? He let the water come down on him, as if it was going to wash away his sins, and as much as he hated to admit, the shame for his actions. It had to be her, all evidence pointed to her direction... Damon heard a delicate knock on his door. Reluctantly, he stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. "Elena," he acknowledged indifferently. "What are you doing here?" "Master," she lowered her eyes. "I had to ask you. Why did you bring the woman who killed your brother here?" she cried. "You 've seen her Elena? Do you know who she is?" Damon had to be sure. Elena nodded. "Then tell me. Is she the one? Is Cathy the one responsible for what happened to Johnny?" he demanded. "Yes master," she lied looking into his desperate eyes. "She is the one." Original Sin Ch. 04 Cathy's eyelids fluttered open as warm sunlight intruded on her drowsy slumber, caressing her ravaged body. She lay sprawled in the middle of the kingsized bed, half on her back and half on her side, her limbs heavy under the sheets, unwilling to obey her. As she tried to sit up, she had to bite her lips to prevent a moan, as the delicious ache between her thighs reminded her of last night's events, not as unwelcome a memory as she wished it to be. Warm male laughter filled the room and she instinctively clutched the sheets to her breasts, thankful she was still wearing her dress, though a little tattered by now. Her eyes flashed as she slowly narrowed her gaze on the devilishly handsome man that leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his broad chest, looking down at her. "What do you want?" She forced herself to speak, unable to bear the glimpse of unmistakable triumph in his eyes. Damn, why did she have to let him find out just how fucked she had gotten? Damon couldn't hide his smile as he watched her in the middle of his bed, more beautiful than ever, as she finally rested her elbow on her folded knees, supporting her forehead with her hand. Her delicate fingers clutched loosely the sheets to her breasts and the straps of her dress slid down her creamy shoulders, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her full breasts. Even through the golden brown curtain of her hair he could see the way she held her breath and bit her lower lip. He ached to trace her lips with his fingers, wanting to feel her shudder under his touch. For a moment he wished they were alone in the whole world, free of the painful memories of the past. Free to want her, to claim her for himself, like he would have, hadn't she been his brother's downfall. When she finally lifted her eyes and her gaze locked with his, he was helpless on the effect she had on him. He found himself surrendering to her natural beauty, to those unbelievably sensual lips, to her beautiful eyes that looked right through him. Now he noticed how warm their hazel shade was. How could a girl with eyes that made you never want to be away from their warmth be the slut he knew she was? "Do you faint in other men's arms too when they fuck you? Is it part of the act?" He smiled wickedly. "No, I added this part just for you," she returned, her lips curling in a mischievous smile, her eyes shining bright, all hints of sleepiness washed away. She tried to ignore her heartbeat as he made his way to her. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he rested one knee on the bed and she tried to move away, when rough fingers bit into her chin, forcing her to face him. "I'm far from through with you, sweet Cathy," he promised her huskily. "There are so many things I intend to do to your delightful little body," he slowly traced her lips with his thumb, feeling her shudder, just like he had wanted her to. Cathy tried desperately to free herself, but his grip was relentless. Her fingers curled around his wrist like a vice, she wondered if she broke skin with her nails, but he didn't even have the decency to flinch. "You may struggle as much as you like, Cathy," he smiled against her lips. "But you should save your energy for later. I can't have you fainting all the time," he murmured as his mouth dipped to capture hers in a slow, seductive kiss. He gave her no time to recapture reason as his tongue plunged forcefully into the depths of her soft, wet mouth, tasting her insides, deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her small hands beating at his broad shoulders, but he only buried his hand into the back of her hair, bringing her even closer, holding her prisoner under his hot, demanding mouth. She wished his kiss wouldn't numb her resistance against him, wished his mere presence wouldn't cause this exquisite fluttering sensation low in her belly, wished his touch wouldn't make her whole body to shudder. Most of all she wished she could prevent the moisture that had begun to pool between her thighs. She had to fight him, had to find a way to be free of him. Without much thought, she bit his lower lip, her teeth sinking into the flesh, not withdrawing until she felt his blood coat her tongue. Damon growled in pain and shoved her away, her back falling hard on the bed. "Little bitch," he muttered, as he touched his bruised lips, his fingers coming away with blood, this time his own. She had played him well again. "I see I have underestimated you," he amusedly watched her scramble into a sitting position, her fingers clutching the pillows behind her, gazing up at him rebelliously. She is unbelievable, he thought to himself as he stood above her, freeing himself from his clothes. "You are crazy," she smiled, trying to make the tone of her voice as ironic as possible. "How long do you think you can keep me here? Alex will be looking for me everywhere," she looked intensely on his face, knowing very well she couldn't care less about Alex, yet searching for any form of true emotion on his face under his amused expression. She succeeded, she could see his handsome features harden almost instantly, his fingers stopping mid chest where he unbuttoned his shirt. He quickly pushed away any thoughts of her in Alex's arms, remembering she had her maidenhead refixed just for Alex. She was unprepared for his smile to return so fast. She wondered why she was still there, wishing she could find anything in his heart of stone, the slightest emotion besides the hatred he seemed to feel for her. She couldn't understand why she was actually eager to endure the tortures he had promised her, hell, she didn't even know what she was here to pay for! "I don't intend keeping you at all, Cathy," the cruelty in his voice almost brought tears in her eyes. "When I'm through with you, I will save Alex the trouble, and return you to him," he smiled wickedly, as he watched her eyes narrow with anger as she was obviously displeased with what he had told her. Now he knew her games... He knelt on the bed and his large hand curled around her ankle, his eyes fixed on hers as he dragged her towards him. He watched in amusement as she tried to kick out at him, her fingers raking over the sheets trying to grip hold of something, her delicious body twisting and cavorting before him as wild desperation overtook her. "I hate you," she growled, as she realized how futile her attempts were. "Yes, Alex will have you back," he promised her, trying not to think of how he would suffer if another man was to have hold of her, as his other hand closed around the calf of her free leg, drawing her even closer. "But until then, you are mine to play with." "I will never be yours," some devil inside her made her declare as she fixed her eyes on his. She bit her lips and threw her head back in pain as he brutally pulled her thighs apart, exposing her glistening flesh to his triumphant gaze. He took advantage of her current vulnerability to get rid of the rest of his clothes, tossing away his pants and boxers, watching her lips part as her gaze rested on the large, heavy cock springing free. He smiled a slow, predatory smile, as he knelt again on the bed, his hands grabbing the back of her thighs, holding her open as he lowered himself on top of her, his weight pinning her beneath him. "Why do you fight me, Cathy?" He whispered huskily into the lips, feeling her chest heaving unevenly as her hard nipples brushed against him. His hands left her thighs, to delve between the wet folds, caressing her. He thrust a long, thick finger inside her, stretching her walls deliciously around the invading digit, and her whole body arched, as she clamped down on it. One hand caught both of her wrists, pinning them above her head so that she was completely helpless and vulnerable to his taking. "We both know your body is too sweetly responsive to deny me anything," he chuckled, feeling her juices coating his fingers. His thumb moved to brush over her clit, and she moaned, silently cursing her body for responding to his touch. Her head fell back, and she sucked in her breath as he began to pump his finger in and out of her, his thumb maddening as he circled her nub. He watched every flicker that crossed her expressive face. Soon she was unable to control herself, as she writhed and shuddered under his touch, her hips bucking wildly against his fingers. His sealed her lips with his own, and she whimpered against his mouth, fingers clawing where he held her wrists, when another finger joined its mate inside of her, as he continued to work them furiously in and out of her. He cut off the kiss and she moaned as he withdrew his fingers from her now dripping pussy. She watched him intently as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking greedily her juices off them. He watched her amusedly before he leaned again over her. "Cathy my sweet," he laughed, reading her thoughts. She turned her face away from his, but he forced her back with his wet fingers, moving his mouth demandingly over hers, forcing her to part her lips and receive his tongue, letting her taste herself on him, feeding her with her own juices. She struggled under him at what she tasted, and he pulled away from her mouth, enjoying her frustrated expression. "See, you taste so pleasant," he smiled down at her, before kissing her again. He cut off the kiss and released her wrists, his hands gripping her inner thighs, pulling them even further apart, wedging himself between her legs, making it impossible to shut them against him. He shifted and she felt him, hard and demanding against her secret place. He used his hand to guide his pulsing length to the entrance of her throbbing pussy. The head of his cock slid along her glistening folds, teasing her already swollen. Her eyes widened for a moment as he pushed against her, the tip of him wedging inside her stretched entrance. She gazed up at him rebelliously, intent on denying everything, her small hands pushing against his broad chest in a futile attempt to free herself. He merely raised an eyebrow and his hands slid over her body to finally grip her wrists and pin them against the bed, on each side of her head. She growled frustrated, squirming under him, generating an exquisite friction for his already swollen cock. She stilled abruptly when she realized the effects her struggles had on him. "You can never win this game, my sweet Cathy," he murmured before he dipped his head and his mouth moved seductively over hers. He shoved himself inside her with one brutal thrust, sucking hard on her tongue to muffle her cry. Despite the moisture gathered in her sheath, her aching pussy struggled to accept him, the muscles of her back tensing. If it was possible, he seemed to fit even more snugly than before. She tore her mouth away from his, a moan escaping her beautifully swollen lips, feeling herself stretching to maximum as he slowly filled her. Her head fell back on the pillow, her back arched, her heels digging into the mattress, only serving to force herself further on his hard cock as her hips rose to meet his thrust. He withdrew an inch and surged himself deeper, feeling her tight walls ripple around his shaft as he sheathed his cock inside her. "God, you're so tight," he groaned against the pink shell of her ear, as he finally slid inside of her to the hilt. His grip on her wrists tightened, holding her still, but she was still so tight, as if her body wanted to cast him out. Beads of sweat formed at the valley between her breasts as she struggled to accommodate him. "When I'm done with you, you will be so fucked, no matter how much you pretend, or scream, cry and moan, you will never be able to fool Alex into you are an innocent," his hot breath on her neck made her whole body tense. He groaned as he began to ram inside of her, losing himself into the feeling of her incredibly tight, wet pussy clenched fiercely around his thick cock. He was merciless in his pounding, forcing her sweet body to accede to his domination. Her soft, beautiful moans filled his ears as he lunged inside of her endlessly, her whole body shaking beneath him, her hard nipples straining against the flimsy material of her dress, rasping pleasurably against his muscled chest with each thrust. She felt him slide inside of her, incredibly deep, stretching her snug walls around him until she thought she might actually split in two. This time though, there was no stinging pain as he took her, feeling herself stretching deliciously around his powerful cock, gradually opening for him, wet and perfect. "That's it, Cathy, open to me," he murmured, watching her eyelids flutter close and her lips part in a soundless gasp. He worked himself inside her tight pussy with long, controlled, forceful thrusts, riding her young body hard, forcing her snug walls to yield to his relentless possession. The grip on her wrists was painful, and she struggled to be free, wanting to touch him so badly. She wanted to feel the muscles of his back straining under her fingertips as he fucked her hard, she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and draw him close in an urgent kiss. Yet, he denied her that release, holding her body prisoner under his forceful thrusts, and she could do nothing but feel her traitorous body yield to his dark desires. "Oh, God," she moaned, as the sensation intensified. He had stretched her so far open that her tiny nub rubbed against the base of his shaft every time he thrust inside of her, sending lightning racing through her body, making her cry out in intense pleasure. She thought she would be able to fight the tide building within her, she could at least bite her lips to prevent her moans, but the waves of pleasure that surged through her, that pleasure that bordered so exquisitely on the edge of pain, melted any form of resistance inside of her, making her want to completely surrender to this wonderful torture. His hands crept up her wrists to lace his fingers with hers and she immediately turned her face to look at him, as if she discovered something different about him. Their gaze locked and she tried to make out the expression in his eyes. Damon slowed down the pace and dipped his head to capture her mouth in a sensual, exploring kiss, feeling the sweet vibrations of her moans down his throat. After what seemed eternity he cut off the kiss and she whimpered against his mouth, slightly raising her head in an effort to capture his lips, wanting more. He withdrew his lips from hers, both please and distracted when she followed his mouth, and he raised his eyes to stare into her passion hazed eyes. He continued to ride her in a leisurely pace, letting her feel every inch of his rock hard cock, as he pulled in and out of her sore sheath excruciatingly slow, his eyes never leaving hers. "Damon," she breathed, and he could feel her fingers tightening where they laced with his, her nails almost digging into his skin. Fuck, what was this girl doing to him? What he had originally began as pure, animal fucking, had become slow, sensual lovemaking. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just screw her like the way she deserved to be screwed? Hell, why couldn't he stop himself from falling for her? His hands left hers to imprison her waist, as he knelt between her legs, drawing her up and somehow she found herself straddling his lap. She raised her eyes, bright with desire, and their gaze locked once more. His arms tightened around her waist like a vice, impaling her further if it were possible on his thick cock, drawing moans from both of them. Her arms crept up his broad chest, feeling the moistness of his sweat on her fingertips, to rest on his shoulders, clinging on to him as if she was going to drown. His mouth slanted over hers in a forceful, devouring kiss, as he buried one of his hands in the rich mane of her hair, holding her prisoner under the force of his demanding mouth. She tore his mouth from his and her head fell back on a cry as he began to rock his hard cock within her. The straps of her dress slid dangerously low, giving him ample view of her firm, full breasts, bouncing with each thrust, her nipples thrusting proudly under his heated gaze. The sight pushed him over the edge, and he dipped his head, groaning as he captured a taut nipple in his mouth, drawing on it between ragged breaths, as he used his hands on her hips to lift and drop her on his hard length. She moaned, feeling for the first time his mouth on her breasts, until now she hadn't realized how much she needed this. Her fingers delved into his silky hair, twisting and pulling as he flicked the nipple with his tongue, sucking it hard for a moment, raking it with his teeth almost to the point of pain. He latched onto her breasts like a man dying of starvation. She tasted so sweet, her nipples felt so wonderful inside his mouth, how could he have ignored them before? The grip on his hair was painful now, but he continued to fuck her, uncaring of the pain, impaling her on his thickness over and over again, thrusting deeply inside of her, sucking hard on her nipple, listening to her soft cries. He withdrew his mouth from her now glistening nipple, and increased his rhythm, pounding into her, as he gripped her hips to guide her down on his thick cock, with a force that bordered on pain. She thought she might faint again, that it might be a blessing if she did. He started rotating his hips every time he rammed her down on his throbbing cock, the movement grinding her clit against the base of his shaft, stunning her, making her cry out wordlessly. Her nails raked down his back, drawing blood from the still fresh marks he left on him when he ravished her from her virginity. For a moment, she wanted to see if the force of their joining was as intense for him as it was for her. She could feel his heavy breathing hot on her neck, his harsh grunts filled her ears, but it wasn't enough. She lifted her eyes and gazed at his handsome face. The muscles of his jaw were tickling and her whole body shuddered on top of him when she saw the raw, absolute lust burning in his brown eyes. She remembered last night, even though she had been new to the games between a man and a woman, she had managed to stun him. Damon was lost to everything except but the feel of her closing tightly around him, as her forced himself hard and deep into her clutching pussy. She was exquisitely wet and tight, her plentiful juices flowing over his hot cock, clenching fiercely around him, drawing him inside of her as rapture overtook her. He was unprepared when she squeezed her muscles hard around his pulsing cock, her inner muscles gripping him thoroughly, like a tight fist, making him tighten his arms around her waist, in an attempt to grip hold of something as his head fell back in groan. He saw the corner of her full lips curving into a seductive smile, as she slightly bit on her lower lip, and he found himself unable to resist her, as she was pleased with the effect she had on him. God, she was amazing... He quickly recovered himself, giving her no time to savor her victory, as he began his relentless pounding right away. She couldn't hold out much longer after that. He heard the soft, gasping cries that escaped her lush, lips as he rocked with barely restrained control inside of her until she thought she would go mad with pleasure. Her back arched, her hips pushing down to meet his every thrust. Her nails dug into his back, her arms clinging on his shoulders as if for dear life. She threw her head back, feeling him suck on the tender flesh where her shoulder joined her neck, her lips parting in a breathless cry as she came on his hard cock, her tight walls rippling powerfully around him. Her pussy fell hard over him, stunning her, and bringing him immediate, animal like pleasure. He cupped her face, drawing her limp, ravaged body closer into his arms. He kissed her forcefully, muffling her cries with his mouth as she felt him swell painfully inside of her, before he released her to roar as he erupted within her like a volcano, his head thrown back, the cords in his neck straining as he filled her womb with his seed, in deep brutal stabs. Original Sin Ch. 04 She slumped against him, burying her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him, mixed with his sweat, her hands resting on his broad chest as she tried to even her breathing. His hands were about to tighten on her back, when he changed his mind and slid them lower to grip her buttocks. She shuddered as she felt his fingertips sink into the soft flesh. The movement made her wriggle on top of him and he sighed as he could feel his cock harden again. Suddenly, she felt bolder, and she traced a hot path from the base of his neck to his earlobe with her wet tongue. Some devil made her whisper seductively into his ear. "Do you still want me to go to Alex?" His eyes widened and he grabbed forcefully her arms. He looked into her now playful eyes, his face cold and stern. "Bitch," he muttered as he lifted her off him and pushed her so that she fell hard on the bed. He stood up and looked around for his clothes, turning his back to her as he dressed. Cathy felt her eyes burn with hot tears, but she was determined to bear them silently. . She already knew how helpless and vulnerable her body was to his demands, she wouldn't let him find out how much of her heart he had conquered. She could have, would have given herself completely to this man, but she was grateful she hadn't done so. "Damon," she gathered her courage, "What have I done to you? What am I here to pay for? Is it because of Alex?" She tried to stir his interest again in her attempt to find out what was going on. His broad shoulders instantly stiffened. He wanted to seal her lips, never letting her utter the name of another man, when all she had to do was whisper his own and he would feel shivers run through his body. He finished dressing and then slowly turned around to face her. He made his way to her and she stood up from where she was sitting, refusing to acknowledge her heart picking up speed. Fingers rested under her chin, tilting her head upwards so that she met his gaze. There was so much hatred evidently burning inside his brown eyes she wanted to look away, but he forced her back to his face, warm lips brushing over hers. "I want you to suffer, searching your past, wondering which of your sins you are here to pay for," he breathed into her parted lips, and shivers run through her spine. "When you have suffered enough, I will tell you why I hate you so, as I draw your blood, slowly, as you have done with fools that fell for your charms, before," he promised her, smiling wickedly as she turned his eyes away from his. He laughed a sinister laugh as he backed away from her, savoring the look of desperation in her lovely eyes. "You are sick," her voice came out steady, bringing his laughter to a halt. "Even if I am guilty of what it is you accuse me, you have no right to judge me, much less punish me," she stated with a calm she was beyond feeling. He was awed from the look in her eyes, shining with fierce determination. She could have pleaded, could have begged, but she stood before him ready to face him. So be it, he thought. He would enjoy breaking her down... "Ah, my dear, here is where you are wrong," he brushed her lips with his thumb, his lips curving in a smile as he watched her flinch away from his touch. "I can do whatever I like with you, and I can assure you, you are going to enjoy what I intend doing to you, having already proven the slut you are." He put his hand behind her back, pulling her forcefully into his arms. Her small hands pushed on his broad shoulders in weak attempts to be free of him, and she turned her head away from his, afraid that he might use his seductive mouth to dampen all reason within her. Damon merely raised an eyebrow, amused by her reaction, not at all discouraged. "Meanwhile, you can enjoy the comforts of my ranch," he whispered huskily, his breath hot on her neck. "You are free to wander wherever you like, inside and outside the house," he released her, pushing her away, and she was almost disappointed he was so eager to be rid of her. "I will leave you," she stated calmly. "By all means, try to," he said amusedly. "Did I mention I have your car keys and the nearest town is 50 miles from here?" He watched her beautiful features harden as anger and desperation overtook her. Moments ago she was limp with pleasure in his arms, and now all she wanted was to be away from him. "I don't care," she found herself uttering the words. "As long as you don't come after me," she smiled wickedly. "Leave," he said coldly, all evidence of humor wiped away from his handsome face. "Do so, and you will wish I had come after you," his eyes were reduced to mere slits as he gazed at her. He turned his back on her and left her alone in the room, slamming the door behind him. Cathy threw herself on the bed, no longer necessary to pretend, letting her tears surface. She cried silent tears for a long time, until she felt her eyelids heavy, and blessed sleep came over her. ~*~ She woke up again feeling the same ache between her thighs, if not a little more intense this time. Slowly her dazed eyes focused on a feminine figure that seemed to be placing a tray on a little table in a corner of the room. "Come, my child. You haven't eaten anything since last night," the woman smiled, a smile that reached her eyes, and Cathy suddenly fell warm. "For me?" She felt awkward. "Thank you," was all she could mutter, as she lifted herself off the bed. She approached the table, and found out she had to put a lot of effort to drag the chair so she could sit. She smiled, at the kind woman, feeling for the first time welcome and safe. She much reminded her of her beloved governess, Hanna, the way she smiled lit up all of her face. Lupe watched the girl as she smiled back at her awkwardly. She seemed so innocent, so clear, so vibrant, she found it difficult to believe she was capable of what Damon had accused her of. Maybe it was all a great misunderstanding, how could she actually feel for the girl who had ruined Johnny? "There are towels in the bathroom, if you should want to take a bath," Lupe tried to be cold. "Thank you," Cathy raised her eyes, smiling at her once again, thriving at the unexpected kindness. Lupe couldn't help but smiling again at the sincerity of the girl's gratefulness, and the warmth in her beautiful eyes. No, Damon had to be wrong, it couldn't be her... "I'm Lupe, the housekeeper," she decided to introduce herself. "What is your name, my child?" she offered warmly. "I'm Catherine," she answered, wondering about this woman. "Well, Catherine, I shall leave you to enjoy your meal now," she continued. "I hope it all turns out well," Lupe whispered the last words, as if to herself, leaving girl alone. Catherine was left alone inside the vast room once more, thinking that once she finished her meal, she might indulge herself in a hot bath. ~*~ She wrapped a towel around her wet body, as she carefully stepped out of the shower. She had changed her mind, instead of a luxurious bath she took a shower, letting the hot water come down on her, spill over every curve of her body, wanting to be rid of him, of the marks he had left on her. It was useless, she could still feel his smell lingering around her. As she looked around the room, she spotted a glass of red wine Lupe had seemed to leave for her to accompany her meal. She tentatively took a sip, feeling the warm liquid down her throat, instantly heating all of her body. Before she knew, she had emptied half of the glass's content and somehow, she felt relaxed. "I see you are feeling quite comfortable," she heard his mocking remark. She turned around and took sight of him, as he stood before her, holding something in his hand she couldn't quite make out. He was smiling, his lips curving ever so seductively, and she felt the same fluttering sensation low in her belly. "I am, thank you," she smiled at him wickedly, before she turned her back to him again. His eyes roamed allover her. She was so deliciously flushed from the wine, and he ached to remove the towel from her wet body, wanting to explore every curve hidden underneath. The towel was short, reaching a little lower than her hips, bearing her firm thighs and shapely legs to his hungry gaze. Damon felt his cock harden and cursed himself for his weakness. Why couldn't he control his body's urges for this girl? What had she done to him? "And you are once again drunk," he commented, amused when she turned to look at him her eyes flashing. "I am not drunk," she stated calmly. He covered the distance between them with long strides. Her heart picked up speed as he stopped in front of her, his face a mere inch from hers. "You are," he smiled down at her as he easily pried the glass from her fingers and placed carefully on the table nearby. "You are so drunk, you forgot to tell your fiancé where you are," his fingers brushed away a rich brown curl from her flushed face, feeling her tremble under his touch. His fingers caressed her cheek, slid down to trace the delicate curve of her neck, to finally rest on the knot of the towel. "I will never tell him where I am, " she clenched her teeth. "We shall see about that," he chuckled. "Call him," he leaned to whisper into the pink shell of her ear as he placed the wireless phone he was holding on her grasp. "Never," she whispered heatedly. He grabbed her wrist, twisting her around, and before she could react he slammed her against him, knocking out of her all sense, the curve of her back pressed against the solid wall of his chest. She struggled to be free, but he only tightened his grip on her, twisting her elbow painfully, as his other hand curved around her throat, pulling her even closer to him, until she felt his hot breath on her neck. "Call him," he murmured huskily, "Or I will." Cathy reluctantly dialed the number and brought the phone close to her ear. "I hate you," she murmured. "No, you don't," he whispered into her ear smiling, not for a moment loosening his grip on her. "I'm going to ask for help," she told him as she waited for someone to answer the phone. "No, you won't," he promised her. "Tell him the truth. Tell him how you came as I fucked you hard," he gently bit her earlobe, as his hand left her throat, sliding down her body to drag the towel as he caressed her thigh. The breath shuddered from her lungs at his touch, but she was forced back to reality as someone finally answered the phone. "Rolland's residence." "Hanna, it's me Catherine," she tried to ignore the fingers that delved between her thighs, struggling to be free, but his relentless grip held her still. "Catherine my child, where are you," Hanna's voice was full of concern. "Are you all right? You had us all worried sick!" "I'm fine, Hanna, don't worry," she held her breath as his hand came to rest on her mound. She silently prayed he wouldn't discover the wetness that had already formed in her secret place. "Where are you?" Hanna demanded. "Someone from the casting agency called four times. They couldn't reach you on the cell phone, Catherine where are you?" At the sound of that Cathy froze. Damon was simply curious. Had she pursued a career as a model or an actress? It could be possible, she was vain enough to do so. "They called? What did they say, Hanna?" "They are offering you a full time job. They were delighted with your work while you did your practice at them. There is a new production, they are turning some book into a movie and they want you to take over the casting. Catherine, where are you calling from?" Hanna was losing her patience. It took Catherine a few moments to comprehend what Hanna had actually said. Her whole life was about to change. "I am at Damon's ranch," she finally spoke. "Don't worry, I will be back soon," she tried to ease Hanna, and herself too. "What? Catherine, are you out of your mind? What are you doing with him?" Hanna was furious. "I am fine, Hanna," she tried to steady her voice, as the tongue that traced a hot path from the base of her neck to her earlobe reminded her of Damon's presence. "Damon invited me over for a few days, I will be back soon," she couldn't believe the lies that came out of her mouth. "You have no business with him. I never trusted him," Hanna sighed. "Please, come to your senses and come home, it' never to late-" "Ask for Alex, " Damon murmured huskily, growing impatient, his fingers delving between her wet petals to discover the moisture formed there. Cathy's lips parted, but before she could utter a word, the voice in the other end of the line changed. "Catherine, where the hell are you?" Alex almost shouted, unable to control himself any longer. She had been gone for a whole day, never even bothered to tell him where she had gone, and he was mad with worrying. "I'm fine, you don't have to worry," she managed to say as fingers slid along her glistening folds, caressing her, drawing from her a shameful response. "Tell him where you are," Damon ordered against her ear, as he gently pinched her clit. She bit her lips to prevent her moan and her head fell back on his shoulder. "Where are you, Catherine?" Alex demanded. She wouldn't answer, and Damon forced a finger inside her tight pussy, stretching her around him pleasurably. Her back arched against as she instinctively clamped down it, drawing it inside of her. "I am at Damon's ranch," her response came from some place within her. He began to pump his finger in and out of her, feeling her body tense against the intrusion, as his thumb moved over to rub her pulsing nub. "Why?" This was all Alex could say. "Why are you doing this to me, Catherine?" She shut her eyes, trying to control herself before she answered him. She couldn't bear the hurt in his voice. "Damon invited me over for a few days," she answered, biting her lower lip. "I will be back soon, I promise," she knew it was useless. "Don't you know how I feel about you? Why are you telling me this?" His voice had broken. "What makes you think I will want you back after this?" "Alex," she breathed, as he inserted another finger inside her wet pussy, continuing to pump her hard. "It's not-" She whimpered in pain as Damon released her wrist to bury his hand in her curls, using her grip on her hair as a leash to pull her even closer to him. "You will never utter another name, when I touch you," he murmured hotly into the pink shell of her ear, his fingers immersed to the hilt inside her tight pussy. "Catherine, are you all right? What's going on?" Alex's voice came from the end of the line. "Tell him," he urged her, curling his fingers inside of her when she wouldn't answer. "He's worried about you," he chuckled as she attempted to hit him with her elbow. "Nothing is going on," she muttered between clenched teeth. "I can take care of myself, and I will be home soon," she began to grow frustrated. "Goodbye, Alex," she hit the words as she pressed the button to end the conversation. He withdrew his fingers from her and let her go, watching her in amusement throw away the phone. "You son of a bitch, are you satisfied now?" She yelled at him, her body still shuddering from his touch. "I never thought a girl like you would be content working backstage," he remembered what Hanna had told her over the phone. "You are always in the spotlight, with men groveling at your feet like dogs." "That includes you too, I presume," she bit back, her lips curving in a wicked smile. He lounged at her, slamming her back against the wall, pinning her hand with his on each side of her head, enjoying the uneven heaving of her breasts. "Never," he leaned to whisper into her parted lips. "I will never be your victim," he murmured as he slanted his mouth over hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. His tongue plunged forcefully inside her, tasting her. He held her still, ignoring her struggles to be free, until he felt her resistance melt and she kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his. He released her wrists and tugged forcefully on the knot of her towel, freeing her from the soft material. He cut off the kiss and steeped back to admire his work. It was the first time he ever saw her fully naked, the moonlight falling on her created mysterious shadowy valleys on her body, making him ache to explore every curve. His gaze roamed allover her, her full, firm breasts standing proud, pink nipples seemed to thrust beneath his heated gaze. He remembered licking those nipples and heat licked through him. He cupped her full breasts, his fingers brushing over the sensitive nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. She bit her lips and turned her head to her side to present him with the lovely curve of her neck. He leaned over her and his head dipped to kiss her neck, feeling her sweet body tremble under his touch. He moved his mouth lower, until she felt him gently bite an erect nipple, before drawing it into the depths of his mouth. She fought desperately to control herself, her nail bit into her palms to prevent her from touching him. But when she felt his hot mouth on her breasts she gave in, her fingers delving into his silk hair, holding him close where she needed him the most. Her back arched, she threw her head back as she felt him suck hard on her nipple, flicking it with his tongued, occasionally using his teeth to intensify the pleasure, shooting arrows of pleasure between the apex of her thighs. His hand firmly imprisoned her waist, holding her still, unable to move away from him. His mouth moved over to her other nipple, blowing lightly on it before he took it in his mouth, sucking it hard as he had done before, this time raking it with his teeth to the point of pain. She moaned and he let the nipple pop out of his mouth and his gaze locked with hers before he moved to kneel before her. His hands left her waist to slide over her hips, before he used them to force her thighs apart. His finger delved between her wet folds, peeling her lush, pink lips apart, exposing the glistening flesh to his heated gaze. "Oh God, you wouldn't," she murmured, feeling his hot breath stir her soft, damp curls. She managed to hold her breath when she felt his hot tongue slide along the length of her slit. A moan escaped her lips as his tongue swirled inside her glistening folds, but nothing had prepared her for what she would experience when his mouth closed over her, making her cry out in pleasure. Her fingers moved to delve again into his hair, as she struggled for balance. Lightning coursed through her, making her back arch, when he sucked hard on her clit, drawing it inside his mouth as if it were a pouting nipple. "Oh God," she moaned, her head falling back, eyelids fluttering close and she tugged forcefully on his hair, in her effort to maintain her balance. He was relentless, his sinful tongue flicking her pulsing nub, biting her lightly with his teeth, making her cry out wordlessly. "Please, I can't," she breathed helplessly, as she was about to spiral into ecstasy, feeling her legs wouldn't support her. Damon drew one of her legs over his shoulder, as he pulled her thighs further apart for his desires. She was so sweetly responsive, so surprised in her reactions she had him fooled, for a moment he almost believed it was the first time she experienced something so intense. He gave her no time to recover as he plunged his tongue forcefully inside her dripping gate, tasting her, licking up her plentiful juices, eager to create more. She screamed, tugging painfully on his hair, but she was at least thankful for the strong hands that gripped her waist, that kept her from falling. He didn't stop, he continued to fuck her with his tongue, until she was bucking wildly against his mouth. Original Sin Ch. 04 "Oh God, please stop," she begged him, feeling the unbearable pleasured between her thighs. "No," he declared, smiling wickedly. She was helpless, completely vulnerable and at his mercy, he was enjoying it far too much to stop. She wished she could move away from his devouring mouth, but she couldn't. She opened herself to him, writhing and shuddering under his tongue, until the tension between her thighs shattered into a million pieces, and she came in his mouth, his busy tongue licking every drop of moisture. He moved to stand up in front her, watching her body shudder with the aftershocks of pleasure. He tilted her head upwards with firm fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze, smiling at the dark desire he saw in her eyes. "You taste so sweet, my Cathy," he murmured as his mouth moved seductively over hers. She had no energy to resist him, her lips parting willingly to accept his forceful tongue, this time eager to taste her own pleasure essence on him. "Undress me," he breathed into her lips, and she wondered if he had somehow drugged her to the tone of his voice. She found herself fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling. She finally managed to open his shirt, and she shuddered as his broad chest was exposed, imagining herself being crushed under the solid wall of muscles. Her hands moved to slide the shirt over his broad shoulders, down his arms until she heard the soft sound it made as it fell on the ground. Her fingers rested on his chest, and he buried his hands in the rich mane of her hair, pulling her close for a deep kiss, slanting his mouth over her lush, sensual lips, unable to resist her soft, wet mouth and the way she always kissed him back as if she was holding on for life. His hands released her head to close over hers, guiding them to his straining pants. "Finish what you started," he murmured against her lips. She fumbled with his belt, finally managing to get it unbuckled, and her fingers moved down, to the buttons of his fly. She freed him of this restrain too, and he stepped out of his shoes and his pants as they fell on the floor. "You didn't finish your job," he smiled at her, watching her growl in frustration. She narrowed her eyes and pushed his boxers down impatiently and stepped away from him, but he grabbed her waist, dragging her into his arms until she felt him, hard and demanding, pressing into her belly, burning her like a brand. "There, I'm done," she stated, struggling to free herself from his grasp. "You're not playing fair, my sweet Cathy," he murmured. "I can't, I hate you," she gazed defiantly into his eyes. "You will never hate me." She whimpered against his mouth as he caught her buttocks, lifting her hard up against him, her legs wrapping instinctively around him. She felt the head of his cock, poised threateningly against her throbbing entrance and prepared herself for what was to come as she wrapped her arms around his head. "Damon-" she breathed against his mouth. He sealed her mouth with his and anything else she was going to say was lost in the tangling of their tongues. She tore her mouth away from his, screaming as her rammed the full length of his cock deep inside her pussy. Damon planted his legs wide apart, balancing himself before he gripped her buttocks and began pounding into her with an urgency that left her panting for breath. Her tight walls stretched to accommodate his invading thickness as he impaled her on his hard cock over and over again. He lifted her off his thick shaft until only the head of his glistening cock was lodged inside of her and then dropped her heavily on him again, groaning at the feel of her incredibly tightness clenched fiercely around his thick shaft. She whimpered as he plunged into her in a series of sharp, brutal thrusts, feeling the moisture pool between her thighs, as her traitorous body welcomed his forceful possession She tightened her arms around his neck, and he did not hesitate to capture a thrusting nipple with his mouth, drawing on it between ragged breaths. Her head fell back, a helpless moan of pleasure escaping her swollen lips as she desperately hang on to him. He was becoming strained, his knees were shaking, fuck, was she tight around him. Just when he thought he couldn't last any longer, that his knees might actually give in, she felt her tighten her arms around him even more, pulling herself up, her weight on his shoulders. She had instinctively begun to pump him, and his hands slid to grip her thighs as she held herself to his body. How pathetic she must be, Cathy thought. To want something so badly from this man she so desperately wanted to hate. She felt so wet, she was sure her fluids were running down his legs, because the sound her pussy made with each thrust was like he was splashing into a pool of thick liquid. She lifted her head and her gaze locked with his, the mischievous glimpse in his eyes telling her he had read her thoughts. She felt herself blush over it, but was unable to stop. Suddenly he gripped her waist, holding her still, and she could only cling to him, glorying at the feel of his throbbing shaft, filling her. She hooked her ankles around him, drawing a moan from him as he tightened his arms around her, walking several steps, before she felt the hard edge of the table dig into the soft flesh of her buttocks. With one impatient hand he swept away the tray and its contents, sending them clatter to the floor. He gripped her thighs, pulling them further apart as he pushed her to sit on the table, sliding his cock incredibly deep, her eyelids fluttering close as a helpless moan escaped her lips. He began to rock within her, holding her thighs wide apart and her head fell back as her fingers clutched the edge of the tabled for support, soft gasps escaping her. His hand left her thigh, sliding over her body to support her neck, bringing her face close to his. "Tell me you're mine," he breathed, as his thumb brushed over her lush lips. "Never," she denied him, defiance blazing out of her beautiful face. "Tell me you want only what I can give you," he forced his thumb inside her mouth. "No," she lightly bit on his finger. "Damn you Cathy, you will not play with me," he grunted. She didn't quite realize as he pulled out of her and flipped her over, so that her belly rested on the edge of the table, her hand flat on the hard wood. He gave her no time as his fingers splayed over her cheeks, spreading them wide as the head of his cock found her entrance. He thrust into her, forcing her tight walls to yield at his relentless possession, until he finally came to rest inside her to the hilt. He tugged brutally on her hair, pulling her back as he began to drive his cock into her, over and over. It felt as though he was splitting her, trying to push his body through hers and out the other side. He gripped a handful of her golden brown, pulling her as close to him as possible as he leaned over her. "Look, Cathy," he forced her to look in the mirror hanging on the wall in front them. Her eyes widened as she saw their reflection, and she turned her head, wanting to look away but he forced her back. His other hand slid beneath her body to found her nub, his fingers maddening as he circled it, creating havoc within her. She moaned, her head dropping forward, bracing herself on her elbows. Damon brutally gripped her chin forcing her eyes back to the mirror. "See how much you like this, how much you need me," he whispered hotly into her ear. "We could have been so good together, Cathy, if it weren't for the slut you are." "Stop this, Damon," she begged, her body shaking beneath him with each thrust. "Stop? I have barely begun," he chuckled against her ear. "I will make you pay for destroying my brother, bitch" she felt his hot breath prickling her neck. "What? I don't even know-" she muttered incredulously. "No," she cried, cursing her body for welcoming his savage possession. "Yes," he promised her. "Does the name Johnny Carson remind you of someone?" She whimpered, the grip on her hair painful, unyielding, her whole body taut as wire as he continued to force his rough caresses on her nub. Somewhere in the back of her mind she did remember this name. "Does it?" he clenched his teeth, forcing her head back. "Yes," she muttered. "Now you know why you're here, Cathy," he whispered cruelly, pounding into her mercilessly, screwing her hard from behind, just like he always wanted. "I didn't-" she began, the force of his thrust shuddering the breath from her lungs. "You did, bitch," he stilled abruptly inside of her. "Johnny killed himself because of you. You played with him, stole his money-" "No," she chocked. "You killed his unborn child-" "Damon, no!" She wanted to tell him, to cry out she was innocent. She remembered Johnny, he was Cynthia's boyfriend, how could she be responsible for his death? Suddenly she realized everything, the reason Damon had come to Alex's party, what he hat told her then. Damn him, the fool, he was looking for Cynthia, not for her! That cold hearted bitch must have tricked him once she found out who he was. He didn't let her dwell on her thoughts any longer, he surged inside her to the hilt, starting a fierce tempo that left her gasping. His grunts echoed her moans, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Cathy screamed beneath him, as violent waves of pleasure washed through her. She shattered around him, her tight walls milking him, as she came on his hard cock. "Fuck!" He cried at the force of her orgasm, his head thrown back, as he slammed inside of her with deep, brutal thrusts, unable to control himself any longer as her pussy rippled powerfully around him. He spent himself fiercely inside of her, stabbing her deeply, the pulsing spurts filling her womb. He pulled away from her ever so suddenly, drawing a moan from her lips. Cathy felt her quivering legs wouldn't support her, and she braced herself on the table, her palms flat on the wooden surface. "Christ, Cathy, you're a hell of a fuck," she bit her lips as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. "And it's only going to get better," he promised her as he dressed himself. She didn't turn to look at him, only when she heard the door slam did she finally turn around, this time crying with sobs, wondering how she would tell him the truth. Most of all, because, even if he did believe her, she felt it was hopeless for the two of them now. Original Sin Ch. 05 Damon pushed the doors open, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He had forced himself to the limit today, overlooking the construction of the new vineyard facilities until the hot mid-day sun had become unbearable. But he desperately needed to keep his mind and body occupied. He couldn't let her haunt his thoughts anymore. Maybe a cold shower would destroy the veil of the sensual heat she had somehow managed to weave around him. Maybe the water could wash away all the marks she had left on him. If her taste ever left his lips... ~*~ Cathy reluctantly opened her eyes as sunlight filtered through the windows. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, cursing as the deliciously painful sensation between her thighs only seemed to have grown stronger. For a moment, memories of the last time she did that flooded her mind and her eyes quickly scanned the room for him. He wasn't there and to her amazement she couldn't decide whether she felt relieved or disappointed. She had spent most of the night trying to find a way out of this mess but by dawn her exhausted and oh, so willing body had once more betrayed her and before she knew it she had fallen asleep on the soft mattresses, sleeping through half of the day. She had to contact the agency as soon as possible to let them know she gladly accepted their offer and present some legitimate excuse for not getting in touch with them sooner. The fact that she was now here was a mere delay of the inevitable. When she would leave and go back, she would have to go on with her life and she was determined to do that away from everyone. And somewhere in the back of her mind, as her real priorities dawned on her, she knew she had to find a way to tell him she was innocent. ~*~ She walked along the arched corridors, feeling warm and comfortable in a way that she was unable to understand herself, much less explain to someone else. The light coming through the windows accentuated the color of the ceramic tile on the floor and sweetened the creamy ivory on the walls, making her wonder how a place where she was held prisoner could be so welcome and beautiful. Enough of the nonsense, she thought to herself as her eyes searched around for a telephone device. She spotted one on a little marble-topped side table resting against the wall and quickly made her way to it. "I'm sorry, but you can't use a phone," Rod drawled from not far behind her He really had no business inside the house, but he couldn't ignore the talk that had spread throughout the household staff. Their employer was seen carrying her faint in his arms the night she was brought her and he had her sleeping in one of the most beautiful bedrooms in the house. And the rumors were that she engaged in such activities with Damon that left her too exhausted to have energy to perform anything more strenuous than sleeping... Cathy slowly turned around. In front of her stood the man that had almost dragged her inside the house that other night. She knew he only executed the demands of his employer, but she couldn't help her emotions. "I think I can," she tried to smile, yet she couldn't prevent her eyes from narrowing slightly. If Damon thought she would be intimidated he was so very wrong. "But if you think this device is out of my league, you can show me how to use it," her lips curved in a most seductive smile. My god, Rob thought to himself as he regarded her sensual lips, she is truly amazing, a seductress by profession. Damon was right, she was the one who destroyed Johnny, a man could do nothing but fall for her. He had to be very careful... "The only one here who can show you how to use the phone is Damon," he finally managed to say, prying the phone from her fingers. "If you want to make a phone call you have to ask him first," he enjoyed watching her bite her lips. "Unless-" he didn't finish the sentence, his eyes roaming allover her beautiful body, images of what he could do to her flooding his mind. "Unless what?" She couldn't hide the disgust in her voice as she saw the lust in his eyes. Disgust? Why did she feel like that? In front of her was standing a handsome man for whom no normal woman should feel any sort of repulse. Besides, she had already proven herself to a slut, letting Damon have his was with her, and to her shame she had enjoyed it. "Nothing," Rob came to his senses, his features softening, his momentary weakness leaving him. But he gave in to his urge to touch her. Cathy flinched away from him when his fingers touched her cheek, trying to hide the disgust depicted on her features. Damn him, what had he done to her? Why didn't she want any other man touching her? "Fine," she muttered and flew away from Rob, still trying to find a convincing excuse for her behavior. ~*~ Damon took off his shirt, revealing his sweat-covered upper body. He saw his reflection in the mirror, and it was the first time in his life he wanted to look away so quickly, when something caught his eye. He turned slightly and reached behind his back with his arm, smiling as his fingers traced the little red scars, evidence of her possession. "Little bitch," he murmured, still feeling her nails raking down his back as he fucked her hard. He hadn't given much thought then, but now it seemed she had more spirit that he believed. Damn her, he thought as he sat on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. He leaned forward, running his fingers through his hair. Damn her, for shuddering the way she did whenever he touched her, damn her for being so warm, so sweetly responsive, damn her for holding on to him as if he was the only thing that mattered to her when he fucked her. Damn her for not admitting it in words... Did she behave like this with every lover she had? Did she do the same things to his brother? Could she have been acting all the while? The thought that he was just one of the many poor fellows who had fallen for her charms drove him literally mad. No, she couldn't, she had to feel something for him, her responses to him were so strong, he was amazed by the depths of the natural sensuality she possessed. She was simply amazing, made to send every man over the edge, to make him crave her even more. And god, he had been no exception. Damn him for being so weak for falling so easily for her... "Master," a delicate feminine voice managed to drag him out of his thoughts. He raised his eyes and regarded Elena, standing by the door, dressed in a light blue dress that wrapped around her body in a very suggesting way, leaving little to imagination. His eyes roamed allover her petite figure, her small, pert breasts, her tiny waist. Her hips were slim but they didn't curve out like hers. He silently cursed himself as he could feel his cock harden at the mere thought of her. "Elena," he acknowledged, his lips curving in a smile as he watched her made her way to him. She could be a possible distraction. "Master," she sighed, shuddering as her eyes slowly roamed allover him. "I can't bear to see you like this." Damon watched her pretty face and saw the concern that filled her eyes. No, he thought as she moved to kneel before him. Elena was nothing compared to her... "Is there anything I can do for you master?" She inquired softly in her accent as she ran a crafty hand up his thigh. "No, Elena," he smiled again, knowing that no other woman could satisfy the craving she had started within him. Damn him for admitting that! What was wrong with him? He looked at the girl kneeling in front of him. She was there and she was more that willing, her small hands creeping up his thighs to rest on his belt buckle. But he only wanted her lips to perform what Elena's were suggesting, he had been dreaming of her doing this to him ever since he had tasted her lips for the first, after she had lured him to her bedroom. "Send her away, master," Elena whispered pleadingly as if she realized his thoughts were not of her. "She will only bring you pain, like she did to your poor brother." Damon tilted her face up with soft fingers and looked into her eyes. They didn't hold the intensity of the other's gaze. He could never decide which he preferred the most, her alluring green shade full of sultry promise, or her warm, welcoming hazel shade which made her so vulnerable. He looked away from Elena disappointed. "You don't need her, master," she cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to hold her gaze. "She will leave you and break your heart. But I am here for you," she whispered as her fingers trailed down his chest to fumble with his belt buckle. "I didn't mean to interrupt," Cathy tried to make her voice as steady as possible. "I'll be on my way," she smiled and paused for a moment, "master," she winked at him, before she turned to leave. "Stay," his sharp command reached her. Somehow she remained where she was. God, did she hate him! She hated him for being the only man who had been able to dominate her, she hated him for she had given him her virginity, she hated him for believing she was capable of destroying his brother. But she hated him most for making her feel as if her stomach had turned into a knot when she saw this pretty girl kneeling in front of him, eager to please him. And he was as handsome as ever if not more, right now. He was magnificent, she thought as he rose from the bed. His bare, sculpted torso was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and she ached to trace every drop on him with her tongue. He was dirty and not clean shaven, and so sexy in a primitive way that appealed to the primitive side of her and in spite of the situation she felt her knees give away with lust. And she was about to go mad at the thought there was another woman in this room with the same desires. Damon walked away from a desperate Elena and came to the front of the desk, leaning slightly back on it. He folded his arms across his broad chest, a wicked smile curving his lips when he saw the familiar glittering in her beautiful eyes. No matter how much she tried to hide it, she was jealous, he knew. "Elena, leave us," he ordered without even looking at the girl. His eyes drank at the sight of her. Still wearing that dress that molded itself to the curves of her body, her golden brown hair tousled, her creamy flesh baring the evidence of his possession. She was beautiful. "Yes, master," Elena obeyed and rose to her feet, looking at Cathy as if she was able to kill her by eye contact. She walked slowly towards the door. "When you will want me again, you know where to find me," the words were spoken slowly, full of promise and Cathy felt that knot in her stomach tighten. They were both silent for a moment, Cathy pretending to be as unaffected as possible though the way she bit her lower lip betrayed her and Damon simply enjoying the alluring picture she made, for she was so beautiful and wild and he had never seen a girl so charming and irresistible even when jealous. "I thought you said you didn't mind sharing me," he reminded her as soon as they were alone in the room, his lips curving in a smile that took her breath away. "I don't," she replied, smiling wickedly. "But it seems that she does." "There's nothing between me and Elena," he informed her, wondering why he even bothered to do so. Why the hell was he giving her explanations? Why did he want her to believe he wasn't interested on some other woman? Damn... "I wouldn't care," she lied, looking away from him, trying to ignore the relief his words brought. He was lying, of course. But then again why did he even bother to explain himself? To hell, she bit her lips in frustration. Damon laughed, enjoying thoroughly her frustration. She was so lovely to look at, the way her eyes flashed bright, the way she bit her lips... Now he noticed, her teeth were slightly crooked but it only added to her wild beauty, sinking into her lush lips so provocatively whenever she bit on them. "Jealous, Cathy?" He teased her amusedly. "Yes, deceive yourself," she mocked him. "And the reason I'm here is because when I woke up and realized you weren't there to fuck me I was so disappointed," she bit her lips and lowered her eyes, pretending to blush over the words she had just said. "You're a blatant flirt, Cathy," he shook his head smiling. She never ceased to amaze him. "Besides the insatiable slut you obviously are. Alex is going to have a hard time keeping up with you." "Thank you," her lips curved ever so seductively. Oh, he was going to pay for that... He didn't mean that as a compliment and she knew that very well. The bitch was fucking with his mind again. "Well, I can't refuse such a tempting offer," he winked at her, quoting the exact words Alex had used to describe her when he found them together. He made his way to her, fumbling with his belt buckle, and her eyes were involuntarily drawn to this motion. "Don't," she stated as calmly as her barely leashed anger would allow her backing away from him. His eyebrows lifted as she found herself with her back against the wall, unable to retreat any further as he leisurely strolled across the room towards her. Damn, how did she always manage to find herself with her back against the wall whenever he was around? Damon smiled a slow, predatory smile and planted his hands against the wall on each side of her head. "Let's fuck, Cathy," he whispered huskily and she turned her eyes away from him, no longer able to bear the triumphant glimpse in his eyes, the one that let her understand he always got her where he wanted to. He leaned into her and her whole body shuddered with anticipation. She could fell moisture gathering between her thighs and cursed herself for her weakness. Damn her, for being so easy... "You asked for it. Tell me how you want it." His breath was hot on her neck and her eyelids fluttered close wishing she could kill him that very moment for having that effect on her. Rough fingers forced her face back to his. His other hand traveled slowly down her body to rest on the curve of her hip. He grabbed her buttocks, bringing her hard up against him, making her devastatively aware of his intentions. "Go to hell, Damon," she glared at him. "I will not finish what she started," she whispered heatedly. His lips curved into a smug smile at her words. She felt something for him. He knew. But he didn't know if he really wanted to use this against her anymore... He willed these annoying thoughts out of his head. What was wrong with him? "Ok, no more foreplay," he laughed, releasing her so eagerly she almost felt disappointed. "What do you want?" He asked casually, removing his belt. "I want to make a phone call," she stated her request, biting her lips in frustration because, hating the fact that she needed his permission. "Who do want to call?" Damon raised an eyebrow, his voice mocking. "Alex?" She was amazing... Did she still believe she had chances with Alex? Why shouldn't she, Alex would be a fool if he gave her up so easily without a fight. But no, she couldn't care for Alex. Damn her... He imagined her warm and willing, naked under the sheets, beckoning Alex with her seductive smile to join her. God knows if she got back in time what she would do to persuade him to forgive her... Was he jealous? Oh, God, please let him be jealous... She couldn't prevent the smile that curved her lips at the knowledge that she had some effect on him. She refused to believe that he could hold her in his arms the way he did and then give her away to another man as if she meant nothing to him. "Why, is there anything else you would like me to tell him?" She smiled mischievously, reminding him fully of the phone call last night and the events that followed. His lips curved as he replayed last night in his mind. Yes, he'd do that again. Have her in his arms soft, helpless and completely vulnerable. Watching her bite her lush lips in a desperate effort to muffle her cries of pleasure his fingers elicited from her while she talked over the phone with his rival. Maybe he should have done something more effective that would have thrown off Alex completely... "Tell him the truth," he offered, holding her gaze prisoner, his arms folded across his broad chest. "That you kidnapped and fucked me?" She retorted. "Or that I suffer of some sort of Stockholm syndrome?" She bit her lips ever so seductively. He laughed this familiar, warm, male laughter and had it been different, she felt she would have fallen for him at this very moment. She was amazing and until he could reciprocate he consented to laughing. "You could say that too, if you like, Cathy," his smile was devastating. "Though after this, you may lose all your chances with Alex," he sighed, pretending he felt sorry. "You think you can get away with this don't you Damon," she bit back, realizing that destroying whatever he thought she might have with Alex was his plan. "Now that Alex knows I'm here, he will come for me," she waited for his reaction, smiling. "Great," he said casually. She never gave up... Damn her, for making him feel this way! He was supposed to hate her, not go mad at the thought of other men having her. "Then he will have the chance to see for himself the hardened whore that truly lies beneath your beauty," his lips curved into a wicked smile. "Thank you, again," she smiled at him, the curve of her mouth so smug, and Damon had to restrain himself not to slap her across her pretty face right now. "Don't fuck with me, Cathy," he finally said, his voice low and gravely. She shook her head, still smiling. "But I thought that was what you wanted me to do," she bit her lips, her green eyes flashing. "And don't delude yourself on why you're here," his lips curled wickedly, in a last attempt to convince her otherwise and finish her off... Just like she did to his brother... She looked away, refusing to lower her eyes, so he wouldn't see the flicker of hope she cherished dying away. Somewhere between the innuendos and the verbal reciprocations she had admitted to his face that she actually felt something for him and he had dismissed her without a second thought. "That I'd never do, Damon," she smiled faintly. He tilted his face back to his with firm fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes. He smiled for he had succeeded and the hurt was there for him to see and savor. Yet the evil curve of his lips threatened dangerously to soften, because her eyes had turned into the brightest hazel and he could never resist the vulnerability in them. "Make your phone call," he spoke dismissively, afraid that he would fall into the moment. "Tell Alex you might be extending your visit," he suggested amusedly, as he took his cell phone from his back pocket and handed it over to her. She faked a smile as she took the phone and dialed the number. "I'm not calling Alex," she informed him. Damon raised an inquiring eyebrow, wondering what she was up to. He remembered last night, and... Of course, the bitch, she was playing with him all along. She never intended to call Alex. Now that Alex was probably not taking her back, she had to go with her other option. "Then tell the casting company you won't be working for them due to a slight change of plans," his smile was pure evil. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp. Son of a... Cathy pressed the button to end the call. "No," she shook her head. "Oh, no, not this time," she protested. "This time I say what I want, not what you want." "As I recall, you said what you wanted last time too," he reminded her, a mischievous glimpse in his eyes. "I never told you to tell Alex I invited you here or that you will be staying for a while." "Forget it," she whispered giving the phone back and turned again to leave. "Tell me something, Cathy," he grabbed her wrist as she handed him the phone. "If you don't make this call, are you going to lose the job?" He pried the phone from her fingers. Original Sin Ch. 05 She looked at him, hate depicted on her lovely features. "Yes," she finally replied. "But if you want your revenge, you'll have to do better than that," she bit her lips provocatively. She was hard to break...He smiled a slow, dangerous smile. "I accept the challenge," he whispered huskily. "Do you think you'd still have your uncle's affection and financial support when he finds out his beloved niece has disgraced his name by having an abortion?" His eyes flashed. For a moment she was tempted to tell him that she had a considerable amount of money and assets of her own, all of which she had inherited after her parents' death and that she had no need of anyone's financial support. But the word abortion lashed at her. "What the hell are you talking about?" She demanded, tugging herself free from his grip. "I've never-" "Unfortunately for you, I have evidence of what you've done," he narrowed his eyes, cutting her off. She was going to deny everything, like she had last night, he though as he went to the desk. If he wanted to confront her, he would have to prove she was guilty. He sat comfortably on the chair behind the desk savoring the look of frustration on her lovely face. "What do you mean?" She demanded, no longer able to bear the way his eyes mocked her. Damon didn't answer. Slowly, he opened the drawer and handed her over the letter. It looked as if it were read over and over again, so many times folded and unfolded. Cathy took the paper, her eyes flowing across the script. She saw the initials that signed it. Oh, my God... "It's not mine," she managed to whisper. He raised a mocking eyebrow. "Then I guess this isn't yours either," he retrieved another paper, smiling wickedly. Her eyes widened at the content, confirming that she did have the abortion. "Where did you get this?" She managed to pass the words through her dry throat, her fingers where she held the paper trembling, trying to understand what was going on. "I found it the night you invited me to your room," he reminded her of the events, his lips curving into a seductive smile. "I've told you before, you should be more careful with your things." No, this was impossible! She never had this abortion, how could her name be on this paper? Even her signature was on it! "Deny it," he challenged her, a malignant triumph shining in his eyes, sure she would come up with some elaborate excuse. He didn't deserve the truth. No, not when he seemed so determined. He never gave her a chance. He believed all the lies about her. Of all the things he had done, this she could never forget. Fool, how could she let herself fall for him? She slowly raised her eyes, making a decision she knew she would regret. "I can't," she stated locking her eyes with his. Damon was confused by the expression in her eyes. He expected her to deny everything, to lie. At least she could explain... But no, he almost forgot, she hated to explain herself. God, he would make her pay... "That's all you have to say?" He raised an incredulous eyebrow. "Yes," she smiled and placed the paper on the desk. "Even if I wanted to deny it, I couldn't, you have me cornered with your evidence," she faked a sigh as she turned to leave. "And," she hesitated for a moment and then turned around. "I'm sorry about your brother." Something snapped inside him and before she knew it he had risen from the chair, grabbing her by her neck and she found herself with her back slammed up against the wall. "Don't provoke me, Cathy," he leaned to whisper against her lips, his fingers resting threateningly on the curve of her throat. "Not now, not when I'm so furious I don't know whether to kill you or take you where we stand," he demanded and she shuddered, because even now that she feared his barely leashed anger her body was responding to him. "Maybe I can decide for you," she bit her lush lips provocatively. What the hell was she doing? "Damn you for doing this to me," he muttered before his mouth closed over hers, his tongue delving into her moist depths, dampening whatever reason was left within her. His hands slid lower, down her waist, caressing her hips, to finally grip her thighs and drag her up against him. Her fingers slid up to curl around his shoulders and as he drew her firmly up against the solid wall of his chest, deepening the kiss, she forgot any idea of pushing him, slapping or biting him, as she had intended to. She could vaguely remember if there was any reason why she should. She was unaware of how long they stood entwined, their mouths fused as each kiss melded into a new one. Oh god, she could stay like this forever... Maybe there was still time to tell him the truth... "Look inside my eyes, Damon," she finally managed to tear her mouth away from his. "Do you really believe me capable of having done this to your brother?" Her voice was soft, silken. That wasn't helping much, Damon thought as he was lost inside the beautifully vulnerable and warm hazel shade of her eyes he so loved. No, not her with such lovely, bright eyes. His gaze drifted lower to her lush lips, red and swollen from the onslaught of his mouth and the breath seemed to hitch in his throat. How could she do this to him? She seemed so innocent, when moments ago she had admitted she was the one who destroyed his brother. She was fucking with his mind again and he was falling for her! Damn her, how many men had she fooled before with her beautiful eyes and her honey lips? Cynthia's words hit him once again, "Like a glass, you never know how many have drunk from it"... He pulled away from her, ever so suddenly, and backed away from her, intent on putting as much distance between them as possible. She watched him wipe her kiss off his lips with the back of his hand and her fingers flew to her lips, as if she could touch him, still feeling him on her. "Damon-" "Leave," he ordered coldly, his eyes dark and murderous. "I will, for good," she promised him and walked out of the room. ~*~ He was the one who had told her she was free to move around, inside and outside the house. She might as well go along with it. The ranch seemed to be as beautiful on the outside as on the inside. And maybe she'd find a way out, finally. She stepped outside and walked along a great stone archway, admiring its beauty. About fifteen feet from the main house was a beautiful stone fountain. It was old but she had to assume it was but recently rebuilt at some parts, because all around were scattered stones, tools and mud, evidence that the restoration was not finished. One had to be very careful not to step into the huge mud puddle next to it. "He will never be yours," a female voice drawled just before she reached the fountain. She turned to the direction of the sound and saw Elena leaning against a stone pillar with a scornful expression in her eyes. She watched her intently as Elena made her way to her. She hated to admit that she was pretty. "I wouldn't care," she retorted smiling, with a calmness she was beyond feeling. "You don't fool me," Elena moved to stand in front of her, blocking her way. "You want him, I saw the way you look at him." Catherine's eyes flashed but she tried to ignore her. "But he doesn't love you," she stopped her again. "He will never love you," Elena continued, enjoying thoroughly the situation. "You can't give him what I can," her eyes flashing. "I wouldn't want to," she smiled wickedly, feeling that knot in her stomach tighten. "You are beautiful, much more beautiful than the other," Elena murmured. "What other?" Catherine narrowed her eyes. "But that doesn't mean anything. He hates you," she looked into her eyes. "I know," she muttered, growing impatient. "No, you don't," Elena informed her, unable to hold her tongue. "You see," she looked into her eyes, "I told him you were the woman that destroyed his brother. And he believed me," her smile was pure evil. "Even though you're not." Catherine's eyes widened at her words. Suddenly she had enough of this, of her, of everything. "You bitch!" She lunged at her. They both fell into a mud puddle next to the fountain and before they knew it they were covered in mud. "I'm going to kill you!" Cathy grabbed a fistful of Elena's dark hair and pushed her into the mud. Elena tried several times to cry out for help only to end up chocking with muddy water. Still, some faint cries gathered audience and in a few moments they were surrounded by whistling and shouting ranch workers, much too engaged with the enticing view of these two beautiful women fighting in the mud to offer any help. Finally, Elena managed to retaliate and hit Catherine on the stomach with her elbow, forcing her to fall hard on her back in the mud. But her victory was short-lived and before she knew it Cathy had pushed her over on her back and straddled her waist, forcing her face down in the mud. ~*~ "What the hell is going on?" Damon asked Rob as they were about to go to the vineyard noticing the shouting crowd. Rob managed to see the two girls just as somebody whose head blocked the view moved, obviously in search of a better spot. "You are one lucky bastard," he smiled. "What do you do to them?" "What?" Damon looked at the direction rob pointed him to. His eyes widened at the spectacle. "Shit," he ran towards the crowd, Rob following his lead. He arrived there to find a totally mud-covered Cathy straddling poor Elena, grabbing viciously her wrists and using all of her strength to hold her down in the mud. God, even then she was beautiful, with that wild, determined look on her face that made her so unbelievably sexy, her luscious body covered in mud, the doubtful remains of her dress clinging on her curves. One more reason to get her out of there immediately. "Get Elena!" He shouted across at Rob as he grabbed Cathy by the waist, trying to handle her as best as her struggles would allow him. "Let go, let go of me!" She struggled, clawing at Elena as she watched the little bitch being safely taken away by Rob. "I'm going to kill her! She-" Damon held her firmly in his arms, dragging her outside the mud puddle, trying vainly to keep himself as clean as possible. "For a girl who doesn't mind sharing me you do act pretty possessively," he chuckled into her ear. Her eyes widened at his mocking comment and she managed to free herself from his arms. The bastard, he believed it was all done on his honor, he was enjoying this! She looked around her and only then did she realize she had provided a unique entertainment to an all male audience. "I hate you," she growled at him. "What other humiliations am I to suffer here?" Damon looked around and saw the men following their every move with their eyes. "Well," he began, "Go clean yourself up and I'll think of something," he winked at her and there was a huge applause accompanied with whistles from the crowd. She shook her head and bit her lips, giving him one of her most seductive smiles, then lowered her eyes. He should have known, but he was most unprepared for the fierce blow that landed on his face and wiped away all evidence of humor from his handsome features, leaving the muddy imprint of her fingers on him. He stood there speechless, listening to the low whistles of the men, watching her walk away like a queen, uncaring that she was covered in mud. "Gentlemen, back to work," he stated firmly, his eyes following her every move, and as he touched his face and remembered her smile, he realized he had completely and irrevocably fallen for her. ~*~ Cathy removed the dirty dress and handed it over to Lupe. "Do you think it's possible to get me something to wear," she asked covering herself with a towel as best as she could. "This dress is ruined," she apologized, feeling she might be rude to the only person who had shown her some kindness here. "Don't you worry about it," Lupe smiled, remembering the exact moment she saw this lovely girl, covered in dirt, walking inside the house and trying to make as little mess as possible. "Oh, and," Cathy lowered her eyes and whispered, "Maybe some underwear too?" she blushed. "I'll take care of everything," Lupe winked at her. "I can never thank you enough," Cathy smiled, and went into the bathroom. Lupe smiled to herself as she folded the dress. She wondered if she could get the girl to trust her enough so that she could open her heart to her. She was sure she wasn't the girl who lead Johnny to commit suicide. But something inside her told her that if this situation didn't clear soon enough, this girl might as well do that to Damon, and sighed as she walked out of the room. Cathy stepped into the shower and turned the water on. She got under it and closed her eyes, just standing there for several minutes, letting the warm water wash away all the dirt and sooth her tired body. How could she behave like this in front of everyone, how could she make she make a fool out of herself in front of him? That vain, arrogant son of a bitch would probably think it was all about him. Which was a little true, she silently admitted. God, how did she hate him! She must have taken too long, preoccupied in her thoughts as she was, for she didn't here the large glass doors sliding. She gasped when she felt a hard, masculine body behind her and before she could move away from him, he grabbed her arms firmly and pulled her back against his muscled chest. "Damon," she whispered, somewhat relieved, feeling the long, animal length of him pressing demandingly against her buttocks. She stayed immobile, realizing the effect she would have on him if she tried to wriggle away from him, holding her breath, just listening to the sound of the water falling on both of them. "Were you expecting someone else?" He whispered into the pink shell of her ear, gradually dampening her ability to think, along with the water. "Only half a dozen raunchy workers," she retorted, unable to forget her prior behavior and to prevent the smile that curled her lips when he chuckled behind her. She was something else... How was he to be blamed for falling for her? She was so beautiful and sexy in a way that surpassed his wildest imagination. She had the greatest body he had ever seen, the smoothest skin he had ever touched, the loveliest, softest hair he had ever run his fingers through, the lushest lips he had ever kissed. Damn her, she was so very tight, so hot, so wet, and so amazing, she was the greatest fuck he had ever had. Why did she have to be funny too? "Oh, I have no doubt you could do them all," he chuckled into her ear. "But you'll have to settle for me," he whispered huskily, his hand sliding lower to hold her full breasts. Cathy bit her lips in frustration and her head fell back on his shoulder as his hands cupped her breasts possessively. She looked down, feeling weak at the sight of his large, dark hands holding her breasts, molding them to the shape of his palms. His fingers, long and skilled, stroked her lazily, brushing over the stiffening buds of her nipples. She shuddered, feeling a growing dampness in her pussy, and she knew her body would soon betray her. "I know the position I'm in right now screams the opposite," she tried in vain to free herself from his intimate embrace, "But I'm not your whore, Damon. You already have a whore. Why don't you go to her?" She whispered heatedly, unable to conceal her feelings any longer. "I love it when you're jealous," he nipped at her ear playfully and she could almost hear him smile. "I'm not-" she gasped, feeling his mouth, hot and wet against her neck, his tongue trailing intimate paths on the tender flesh. She gave a little whimper of mingled pain and pleasure as she felt his teeth graze her throat, then bite into her. "Do you want me to go to her?" He whispered, his breath hot on her flesh. His hand slid down her body, between her thighs, and she arched against him, her eyelids fluttering close as his long fingers parted her plump lips to expose her pink wet folds, only to discover the moisture gathered there. "I-" she was forced to bite her lips to prevent a moan, as he began caressing her slick folds, his skillful fingers spanking and flicking her swollen clit. Oh god, what was wrong with her? Moments ago she vowed she hated him with all her heart and now she was about to give herself to him like a brazen whore. She shuddered under his touch, fighting desperately not to lose control. Little bitch, she wasn't easy to break. But he was determined to break her down. He wanted her to surrender to him like she had never done with her past lovers. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed with pleasure, until she fainted in his arms again and again. "Do you, Cathy?" He demanded, thrusting two fingers inside of her, stretching her almost painfully, and she came right then, screaming, her tight walls gripping his fingers as sensations washed over her. He didn't give her a moment's respite, as he continued to work his fingers forcefully in and out of her dripping pussy. "I hate you," she whispered desperately, her head dropping forward in shame as she resigned herself in his arms. She was barely coherent when he withdrew his fingers from her clutching pussy, her hips arching at the deliciously pulling sensation, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her quivering thighs wouldn't hold her up, but strong hands grabbed her waist, preventing her from falling. She felt herself turn around, and firm fingers forced her face up, warm lips brushing against hers. "Damon, please-" she breathed helplessly. "Shhh," he whispered softly against her swollen lips. "I'll be inside you soon, baby, and I'll fuck you as hard as you need," he promised. "But first," he grabbed her chin and murmured huskily against her lips, "Let's see what other uses this beautiful little mouth of yours has," he smiled wolfishly. "Oh, god, you wouldn't," she whispered desperately, realizing what he suggested. He grabbed a fistful of her golden brown hair and pulled her close for a deep kiss and she swooned, had to hold on to his shoulders. "Take me in your mouth," he ordered against her lush lips and slowly released the grip on her hair. She looked at him dazed and didn't understand how she found herself kneeling before him. Oh, god... That was the first time, it seemed, she got a good look at him. He was large, very large. And beautiful. She'd never thought she'd think of a man's cock that way, but he was. She watched him grow harder and her tongue instinctively darted out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. She felt a strange urge to touch him, to taste him. She had never done that before and she couldn't understand why she would so gladly do it for him. She lifted her eyes to him and blushed, because from the way his lips curled he must have read her thoughts again. She looked away from him in shame. No, she wouldn't do it. It felt degrading and illicit somehow and she hated him for making her want what he was forcing on her. She remembered Elena kneeling in front him. Had she done this for him? God, how she hated him! Damon tilted her face back with firm fingers. He grabbed his cock and guided it towards her mouth. He watched her as she opened her lips and her pink tongue darted out to lick the underside of his head, then slowly fed more of his cock inside her mouth. Her tongue flicked at him and he groaned. God, her mouth felt so good, so hot, so wet, so tight... His entire body was stiff with the strain of keeping himself from thrusting into her mouth. His taste, his scent filled her senses immediately. She tried to accommodate him, to relax, to get used to the feeling of a hot, hard cock filling her mouth. She had no idea how to go on, she seemed to have forgotten everything she had heard or read about the perfect blowjob. Damn it, why did she want to give him a perfect one? Original Sin Ch. 05 She experimented, curled her tongue around him and sucked. He groaned in contentment and she did it again, sliding her mouth on and off his cock, this time increasing her speed, allowing him to thrust against her gently. Her hands came to rest on his muscular thighs for balance and she slid her mouth on him, trying to take all of him. He was large, she couldn't but she was rewarded with another agonized groan, when her gag reflex caused her throat to tighten around him. She moaned, the sweet vibrations of her throat almost pushing him over the edge, and he sucked in his breath, throwing his head back. She slid her mouth completely off him, her teeth slightly grazing him. Strings of saliva connected her mouth to the tip of his cock. She licked her lips and tried to even her breathing before lifting her eyes to his, waiting for his reaction. There was a wild, amazed look in his eyes that made her shudder at the knowledge that she did this to him. She grabbed his cock gently and their eyes locked for a moment. She turned her tongue into a hot little arrow, circling the head of his cock with it, before she slid her mouth on him again, wrapping her tongue around him. Damon closed his eyes, gradually losing all ability to think. His hand slid into her hair, stroking gently in encouragement. He had wanted to feel her mouth on him for so long but he had never imagined it would feel as good as the rest of her did. She was as talented as hell with her mouth and her little tongue was driving him crazy. Cathy didn't know what had gotten into her, why she was trying so hard to please him. She didn't know how, but she could feel another orgasm building. How did he manage to do this to her? Making her want what he was forcing on her? She slowly slid her mouth off him, sucking hard on the swollen head of his cock for a moment, and he growled, low in his throat. Damn her, what was she doing to him? She could barely take one third of his cock in her mouth but it was enough, god it was enough... He wasn't going to let her play him like this, he wasn't going to spill himself inside her mouth like an untried schoolboy. He pulled her off him and dragged her to her feet. She smiled at him, biting her lips provocatively and he cursed himself for giving her such power over him. His mouth came down on hers, before she could react, with crushing brutality and she gasped, belatedly realizing her mistake when his tongue slid inside her mouth to plunder and ravage, possessive jealousy coursing through him like hot lava when he tasted himself on her. She hadn't fucked with Alex, but she might as well have used her talented mouth to please him. He conjured images with his mind, insane with the thought of her pleasuring another man with her mouth. "Your mouth is hell," he murmured hotly against her parted lips, burying his fingers into her hair, not letting her move away from him. "That's why Alex won't let you go," he smiled wickedly. He'd never let her know what she did to him... "And you?" She smiled, biting her lips, holding his gaze with those beautiful, green eyes. "Why won't you let me go?" There was a long silence, only the sound of water falling on them that seemed to drum out a crazy, increasing beat. Damon stood speechless, amazed how she always managed to turn the tables. Damn her, the bitch! She was fucking with his mind and he was enjoying every moment of it. He shook his head smiling, about to retort when she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Leave it, Damon," she smiled at him. "I want to delude myself," she whispered. He slammed her hard against the wall catching her wrists with one hand and dragging them above her head, wedging himself between her thighs, letting her feel him hard and demanding against her secret place. "Damn you, Cathy," he breathed against her lips, his fingers biting into her jaw, holding her still. "Damn you," he muttered hoarsely as his mouth slanted over hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. He used his weight to pin her there as he deepened the kiss, ruthlessly demanding that she yield to him. His hands slowly left her wrists, sliding down her body, coming to rest over the curve of her bottom. He grabbed her, dragging her hard up against him and Cathy suddenly found herself with her legs wrapped around him, three feet of the ground. She knew not what got into her, but the thought that this little slut could be offering more and him accepting her gladly was driving her mad. She didn't understand how she found herself kissing him back with equal violence, her body arching against his, her arms coming to hold on to his shoulders. His kisses were drugging, illicit, tearing into shreds any pieces of reason she had left in her. "I want you," he groaned against her red, swollen lips. There was this look in his eyes of barely leashed violence and desire that she loved. "I want you and I don't care." His voice was raw and masculine, making her shudder with desire, her eyelids fluttering close, as she felt the head of his cock pushing against her stretched entrance. He shoved himself inside her with one brutal thrust, demanding full possession of her tight pussy and she whimpered, biting her lips, holding tightly on to him as he drove himself into the hilt. Oh, god, he said he wanted her. He wanted her and he didn't care about anything else. Did he mean it? Fuck, she could barely think as her body stretched around him, taking all of him as he slid up deeply inside of her. She was so swollen from her orgasm that he felt impossibly huge inside her. Sweat trickled between her breasts as she struggled to accommodate him, his thick shaft forcing her tight walls apart, filling her to depths she never knew she possessed before. He eased out of her slowly before surging back into her with a fierceness she was forced to let a moan escape her lips. "Oh god," she moaned, feeling faint at the sensation of having him full, deep and embedded firmly inside her. His fingers dug into her hips lifting her tightly against him and she gasped as she found herself further impaled on his thick cock. He smiled wickedly against her parted lips and she turned her face away from his. He slid his mouth to the exposed curve of her throat, sucking hard on the tender flesh as he began to drive into her with long, powerful strokes and she arched against him, opening herself to each searing thrust. He groaned as her exquisite tightness, hot and wet, enveloped him, drawing him inside her like no other woman had done before and she locked her ankles around him instinctively, her thighs flexing to pull him closer, her body clenching even tighter around him. Her soft moans filled his ears as he rode her, her body quivering as the tension built between her spread thighs. His eyes were reduced to dark slits as he gazed down at her, watching every flicker that crossed her beautiful face, loving the way her teeth sunk into her lush lips, yet wanting to release her bite and scream for him. She whimpered disappointed as he stilled inside of her, her body clenching and unclenching around him in protest, drawing a groan for him. He held her jaw still as his mouth slanted over hers in a hot, demanding kiss, bruising hers brutally and she was lost, too dazed to notice the way he slowly slid out, then inside her, grounding himself against her. She tore her mouth away from his, screaming as he seemed to be touching an extremely sensitive pad of flesh inside her. "Oh god, oh dear god," she whispered incoherently. "Damon, please don't," she breathed helplessly, her head dropping forward to rest on his shoulder, too tired to protest in any other way. He buried his finger in her rich curls, lifting her head. "I love it when you scream," he murmured hotly against her ear, and she tightened her arms around him, grateful he was in his arms, otherwise she would have collapsed. "Scream for me, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Scream when you come," he ordered in his husky voice. "Oh god, please-" She began but was forced to turn her face away, screaming when he shoved himself inside her harder and deeper than ever, nudging boldly against her womb with each thrust. His cock was so deeply embedded inside her, filling her so completely, she felt like he was touching every part of her. She whimpered, her nails raking down his back, drawing blood and he let out a growl, tolerating the pain as best as he could. He caught her wrists, dragging them above her head as he plunged into her with slick, frantic lunges, as her pussy rippled and shuddered around him, sucking him in and dragging the breath from his lungs as her orgasm took control of her body. She cried out, giving him the scream he wanted and spasmed around him, clenching around him, clinging tightly on to him. He shuddered, groaning, and she felt the hot flood of his seed filling her body as he took her with last deep, brutal stabs, her thighs flexing to keep him inside. She collapsed in his arms, breathing unevenly, feeling an incredible sensation of being completely and irrevocably taken, but he recovered just in time to savor the last glorious contractions of her pussy. He laced her fingers with his and drew her arms around his shoulders. He was holding her so tightly and intimately that she gradually loosened her grip around him, her tired limps refusing to hold her up anymore. She relaxed, sagging against him and Damon thought she had fainted once again. Firm fingers tilted her chin up and warm lips moved over hers seductively. She responded immediately, her fingers coming around his neck and he felt her trying to gather whatever strength she had left to do so. As slowly and reluctantly as ever he cut off the kiss and withdrew from her setting her feet on the ground. Cathy rested against the wall, as her legs gradually regained their strength. Now that he was no longer inside her she tried to realize what had just happened, what he had said before. Oh, god, could this be possible? Did he really want her? Even if he believed she was guilty? "Damon," she touched him lightly on the arm when he moved away from her. He stilled, unable to look away from those beautiful eyes. "Please stay," she held his gaze, smiling faintly. Damon cursed silently, for now the hazel shade of her eyes was brighter and warmer than ever. He simply shook his head and turned her back on her as he stepped out of the shower. ~*~ Alex leaned forward on the desk, holding his head in his hands. How could he have been so blind? How could she have done this to him? He knew, Cynthia and his mother had told him, there had been other men in her life, but an abortion? How could she be like this, when she seemed so lovely and innocent? And now she had run off with another man, and not even bothered to tell him why. But he still loved her, still felt her could forgive her...He was drunk, he thought as he realized he had consumed more than half a bottle whiskey. He had loved her from the first moment he saw her again. He had just arrived from the airport, tired, wondering why he ever gave in to his mother wishes and came back home, when she emerged from the kitchen, beautiful as he had never imagined her to be. She smiled at him and waited patiently until his mother and Cynthia stopped fussing around him. Then she walked over to him and hugged him. "Welcome home, Alex," she had said. "I'm so glad you're back." And that was all he needed not to spare a thought for another woman. And she had betrayed him. Could all this have been his fault? Had he pressed her? True, she had never given him an answer, she had not returned his feelings, not in words. He had kissed her once, the day before this damn party and her lips were so sweet, so responsive... If only Damon hadn't come, she would still be here, with him. But what kind of girl would behave like this? She had invited him to her room, he had found them together that night, he saw her kissing him goodbye the other morning, a kiss that surpassed the kiss she gave him in every way. Damn her... Perhaps his mother and Cynthia were right. His mother never really approved of her. Cynthia had told him everything, about the wild life she had lived during her studies in the university and her practice, about a guy she was involved with until recently and whom she broke up with when she heard Alex was coming home. That she was pregnant and god rid of the baby... Oh god, could it be true? "Alex." He turned his eyes to the door, only to see Cynthia standing at the casing, wearing nothing but a flimsy ivory nightgown. He smiled at her and resumed drinking. "Alex, please, don't do this to yourself," Cynthia walked over to him, her voice sweet and pleading. "She's not worth it," she touched his handsome face gently. Her touch was soft and soothing and Alex wondered for a moment in his intoxication why he had never given a chance to her. Then he remembered. There was something pretentious and fake about her he could never explain. "You can be happy now, Cynthia," he mocked her, raising his glass in the air as a salutation. "She's left me and you've been proven right," he drank his glass empty. "She probably fucked with him at the party and now she run off with him, not even saying goodbye," he raised his eyebrows, as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. "I'm not happy, Alex," Cynthia sighed as she sat on the desk, crossing her legs, providing him an ample view of her firm thighs, his eyes irresistibly drawn to the sight. "I'd rather be wrong than seeing you like this, watching her hurt you this way, when I can't do anything to ease your pain," she whispered lowering her head and Alex could swear she was about to cry. "Well Cynthia, though I still can't hate her, all that spite and hatred you had against her can be justified, at last," he laughed, drinking the glass empty again. "Is that how you think of me, Alex?" She lifted her eyes to his, their brown color turning into liquid amber, shining in the moonlight and Alex was amazed to see a tear running down her face. "I've done nothing but lo-" she growled frustrated and stopped raising herself from the desk, as offended as she could pretend to be. "Wait," Alex grabbed her wrist and she stayed were she was. He rose from the chair and tilted her face to his. Maybe he was wrong about her. "Cynthia," he began but she placed her index finger on his lips. "I love you Alex," she whispered softly. "And I can't bear the thought that you want her even after everything she's done to you. But I love you, I've always loved you even if you don't-" She didn't finish the sentence. Alex bent to claim her mouth in a demanding kiss and her hands came around his neck, holding him to her, as his tongue plundered the soft depths of her mouth. He didn't care. He was drunk and lost and tired of blaming himself. Catherine had left him and he hated her almost as much as he loved her. But Cynthia was there, soft and willing, declaring her love for him and he needed her. With an impatient move, he swept away from the desk all the paperwork and lifted her on it. She cupped his face and kissed him again, arching her body when his hand slid between her thighs. Cynthia reached for his pants, unbuttoning his fly, freeing his cock from its confinements. Her fingers closed around him, gently stroking him. He growled deep in his throat and Cynthia smiled to herself. There was no need to be demure and innocent now. He would be too drunk to remember anyway. She was so lucky! She never expected Catherine to behave like this, but people do strange things when their in love. Fool! Maybe she'd get pregnant again and then she'd have the Rollands wrapped around her finger. What a fool Alex was! It had been so easy to play him, to convince him Catherine had an abortion, even without the medical document. Where the hell had it gone? She had left it on her room at the night of the party, sure that Alex would go there and find it somehow. Anyway, all had turned out well, Alex had believed her when she'd told him. And no one could prove otherwise. When she had the abortion she had given the doctor Catherine's name and their physical description was similar. Everything was turning out like the way she always planned. She'd have Alex and the Rollands' fortune and Catherine would be cut off the family forever. She sighed as Alex gently urged her back on the desk, laying kisses along her neck and breast as he pulled the straps of her nightgown down. He lifted the gown above her thighs, impatiently tearing her underwear and shoved himself inside her with great force. She moaned, her thighs clutching him to her. God, she could get used to this...She smiled as he took her, thinking how close she was to having it all.