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.