"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.
