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“Why do you call me kitten?” I asked as we walked into his gigantic mansion. White tiles everywhere with a mix of modern and antique decoration. I would definitely be impressed if I hadn't grown up in a mansion myself. Damian's mansion was silent. How can someone live here all alone?

  “You've got green catlike eyes,” he simply said as he headed to a corridor. On the walls of the corridor were big portraits of Damian and his family maybe. I saw Dean as well. A smile crept on my face as I thought of the immature soon-to-be husband.

  “You and your brother are so different,” I remarked as we reached a huge modern kitchen which seemed to be equipped with the latest technologies.

  “Would you like something to drink?” he asked, ignoring my comment. I shook my head but he still took out two glasses and pulled out a bottle of red wine. Why did he ask me if he wouldn't take my answer into consideration? “You'll really need a glass of wine for tonight,” he said as he placed the glass in front of me. My eyes were wide open as I stared at him, trying to get his words to register in my mind. Damn.

  Chapter 6

  Only Sex

  “Is that your room?” I asked, staring at the black and white room.

  The walls were black while the furniture was white. Everything matched in this room. The room had a window with a view of the back garden of his house.

  “Of course not,” he scoffed in disbelief, bringing my attention back to him.

  I crossed my arms over my shoulder and stared at him. He looked like one of those spoiled kids.

  “It's such a turn off when you scoff,” I mumbled as I walked to the big picture on the wall.

  It was so beautiful. Abstract art. I smiled at all these colors mixed together to make a beautiful piece of art. I could feel Damian behind me. He was really close. One of his hand wrapped itself around my waist, pulling me against him. I unwillingly moaned as I felt his hard on against my ass.

  “And what turns you on, kitten?” Damian asked huskily as he gently bit my right ear, causing me to arch my back.

  He turned me around, but still kept his hands on my waist. I could see lust clouding his beautiful eyes. Before I could answer, he pushed me against the wall, just next to the photo. I moaned when I felt him pressing his whole body against mine. He grabbed both of my hands in his and pinned them above my head. I was already breathless, squirming in need. I needed him. He was torturing me. Hell yes. He was. He gave me a smirk as he stared at me.

  “Damian,” I gasped in need.

  “What do you want, kitten?” he asked tauntingly.

  He ran his finger on my arm, causing goosebumps to rise. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and lightly chuckled. “Tell me. What do you want?” he asked again. Right now, I wanted to slap the hell out of his pretty face.

  “I freaking want you Damian Spears.” I snapped, making him lift his face to stare at me.

  He clenched his teeth and let out a little growl before crashing his lips onto mine. He lifted me up slightly, making me wrap my legs around his waist. His lips were so perfect on mine. I gently bit his lips, making him groan against mine. He let go of my hands and used his to cup my ass. My hands wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling his face even closer. I felt myself being pulled away from the wall. His hands were holding me in place so I wouldn't fall. I could feel him walking and as soon as I felt the soft material, I knew that I was on the bed. Damian opened my legs and took his place between them without breaking the kiss. I tugged on his hair, making him groan with desire. As we were soon out of breath, he pulled away and attacked my neck with his lips. He sucked on my skin, just beneath my ear. I bit my lips as my eyes closed while the pleasure engulfed me.

  “Your skin is so soft,” Damian mumbled as he pulled away and stared at me.

  I was still breathless. His hands made their way to the hem of my top. I lifted my body a bit, so he could take my top off easily. Once it was off, Damian threw it on the floor. I giggled at how impatient he was. Once his eyes fell on my black bra which cupped my boobs well, he let out a groan and took a deep breath. Damian let his finger trail on my skin, causing goosebumps to rise. His hands slowly made their way to my jeans and he got it off without any problem. I was now lying in front of him, with only my underwear on. He gave me a slight grin before kissing his way to my stomach. He kissed my skin and lightly blew on it, making me shiver. I moaned when I felt his tongue on my hot skin. He brought his face to mine again, kissing my lips. I started fiddling with his shirt. I needed to touch his skin. I needed that skin to skin touch. I couldn't concentrate on his lips and his shirt at the same time, so I pulled away and tried to pry off his shirt. He chuckled and pulled away to take it off.

  “Damn,” I said when my eyes fell on his toned chest. He took my hands in his and placed it on his eight-pack abs. He gave me a slight smirk as I ran my fingers on his abs. “How many times do you work out?” I asked, licking my lips.

  “Four times a week,” he whispered as his eyes fell on my stomach and then my breasts. “What about you?” he asked as he pointed to my body.

  “It depends,” I said as he pulled me up so that my face was now just in front of his chest. He looked so yummy.

  “On what?” he asked. Why was he asking so many questions? Fuck me already.

  “On whether I have time or not,” I simply said, my mind slightly distracted. I leaned my head forward and kissed his chest. I could see goosebumps rise on his skin. He groaned and pushed me back on the bed. I watched as he stood up and took off his trousers.

  Holy cow. He seems big.

  Damian gave me a cocky smirk when he saw how surprised I was. He slowly leaned back on me and soon his lips met mine. His hands groped my ass, making me whimper in want against his lips. He pulled away and his mouth worked its way to the strap of my bra. He gave me a predatory grin and slowly took the strap between his teeth. He was so fucking sexy right now. Only watching him was making me a giddy and wet. Once he pulled my strap down, he went to the other one. My breasts were now exposed. He lifted me slowly and unclasped my bra, leaving me exposed. When his mouth moved close to my skin, goosebumps rose and I clenched my teeth to ignore the moan that was threatening to come out. He kissed my nipples making me arch my back in want.

  “Let's get these off now.” I heard him whisper as his hands made their way to my panties.

  I was already breathing heavily, now imagine my surprise when he dipped his hand inside, touching me intimately. I moaned when I felt his fingers slide down my folds. “So wet for me,” he said hoarsely, trying not to lose control.

  “Damian,” I moaned as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. He took a deep breath and pushed my panties down. He kept on playing with me, trying to make me come with his fingers, but right now I needed more. “Take me already.” I begged as my hands found their way to his muscled back. He took a deep breath and pulled to look at me.

  “Are you on pills?” he asked.

  I simply nodded and tried to concentrate on his words rather than his beautiful gray eyes. I hooked my toes in his boxers and pushed it down, letting his little monster free. Wait. Did I say little? No freaking way. His dick was a monster. I bit my lips as I stared down at him. “You're so goddamn impatient, you little vixen,” he whispered as he took off his boxers and positioned himself between my legs. I could feel his tip against my entrance, making my inside quiver with joy.

  “Please.” I begged.

  Without waiting another second, Damian plunged himself inside of me. He let out a groan as my eyes closed at the pain I was currently feeling. He wasn't moving. He was probably letting me adjust to his size.

  “Open your eyes.” He demanded.

  I did as he said. He was staring right at me as he started moving. My nails buried themselves in his back as the pain transformed into pleasure. I moaned as he started thrusting faster, deeper, and harder. He was fucking me. This was why I was here. Without warning, he took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, making me moan loudly. He groaned in s
atisfaction as I moaned. His hands pinned my hands above my head as he rode me. He then leaned his forehead against mine, staring at me green eyes while thrusting deeper inside of me. This was so intimate. It shouldn't be. I could feel him twitch inside of me. I knew he was almost there and by the way my inside was quivering, I was on the brink too. He started licking my nipples again, overwhelming my body with a myriad of sensations. Soon, we exploded together. I could feel him jerking inside of me. I could feel his warm liquid flowing inside of me. We were breathing heavily. He rolled on the bed beside me. His eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted.

  “You need to go to your room,” I whispered, touching his arm slightly.

  He nodded and turned to look at me. He gave me a smirk and got off the bed.

  “When was the last time you did it?” he asked suddenly.

  I turned bright red. As if I wasn't red enough from the amazing sex. He walked to a wardrobe and pulled out a white blanket.

  “Three years ago.” I admitted.

  He turned and stared at me with wide eyes, making me roll my eyes. “I told you, being a stripper doesn't make me a slut,” I said as he threw the blanket to me. I quickly covered my naked self, trying not to look at his naked self.

  “That would explain why you're so tight,” he said with a smirk.

  I gasped at his words and watched as he licked his lips while looking at me. I clenched my thighs together, soon realizing that I wanted him again. I buried my head under the blanket.

  “Shut up,” I mumbled.

  Soon, I heard his sexy chuckle flow in the room. I peeked to see him standing with his boxers on. Ah. Now I can think straight. Well, I'll try.

  “You want to take a bath?” he asked, making me nod my head frantically. He pointed to the drawer and gave me his usual grin. “Towels are in there,” he said.

  “Clothes?”

  He shrugged and gave me a sly grin.

  “I'll get someone bring clothes for you tomorrow,” he simply said.

  “Thank you,” I mumbled as I wrapped the blanket around me and stood up. “I smell like sex.” I quickly complained.

  “You smell like amazing sex,” he clarified, making me chuckle. Maybe I'll really like this deal. Sex with him was amazing.

  “You can go now,” I said, staring at him, my hands clutching the blanket so that it wouldn't fall.

  “Getting thrown out of my room,” he muttered. “That's a first.” He continued as he made his way to the door. Just as he was about to step out, he turned, wearing a naughty smile on his face. “You don't fuck like someone who hasn't had sex for three years,” he remarked, making me go bright red again.

  “Yeah, I know I'm awesome. Good night,” I said as I walked into the huge bathroom to take a bath. I stared at myself in the mirror and let the blanket fall.

  “Good night.” I heard him call.

  Only sex Athena.

  I smiled at my reflection. This deal was a good thing. I felt completely relaxed and happy. Maybe having sex without feelings was a good thing. Yes. It was definitely a good thing.

  Damian Spears knew how to do a woman right

  The ringing of my phone woke me from my awesome sleep. I felt at ease, at peace. I felt relaxed. And most importantly, I felt sore. I moved slightly in the bed, hugging the pillow tighter, a smile creeping on my face and then yawned. I opened my eyes slowly, letting my pupils adjust to the lightning of the room. My phone stopped ringing, bringing my attention to it. I took my phone and saw a missed call from Rose.

  Holy shit.

  Rose is going to kill me. I forgot to inform her that I wouldn't return home yesterday. Well, again, I myself didn't even know that I would be having amazing sex with Damian Spears yesterday itself. I quickly dialed Rose's number and after a few seconds, she answered.

  “I swear, as soon as I see you, I'm shoving my high heels in your ass.” Rose snapped before I could even utter a word.

  “That sounds painful.” I winced. I could hear her breathe in frustration.

  “Athena. Where the fuck are you?” she asked.

  I could imagine her glaring at something as she asked me that question.

  “I–” I was cut off by the door opening. A hot looking Damian walked in, wearing his suit and tie. Before I could tell him to shut up, he opened his mouth to speak. I quickly pulled the blanket over my head because I didn't have my mask on.

  “Slept well?” he asked, making me groan, knowing that Rose heard his sexy voice. I snuck my hand out of the blanket and took my mask from the table. I held my phone between my shoulder and my ear as I tied the mask on.

  “Is that a guy's voice I'm hearing?!” Rose exclaimed, making me flinch slightly. I pushed the blanket off and glared at Damian who was looking at me in amusement.

  “Yes, Rose. That's the guy I'm fucking,” I told her, rolling my eyes. Soon, I was pressed against the mattress and Damian was hovering over me with determined eyes. My phone was now lying somewhere on the bed. I really don't know where.

  “I'm fucking you, honey. Not the way around,” he said as he pinned my hands above my head. I stared at how tempting he looked in his suit. I unconsciously licked my lips, making him take a deep breath. “Sweetheart, don't lick your lips. I have to go to work and seeing you all breathless and squirming under me, makes me wanna do a lot of things to you,” he whispered, staring at me right in the eye. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my hormones down.

  “What time is it?” I asked as he slowly lifted himself off me and stood by the side of the bed, straightening his suit.

  “It's eight thirty,” he said, running his hand through his hair. My eyes widened.

  “Holy shit! I have class at nine!” I exclaimed and quickly got off the bed to look for my phone. Once I found it, I realized Rose was still listening. “End the fucking call Rose!” I shouted into the phone before bringing it to my ear.

  “You need to tell me everything!” she squealed. I rolled my eyes and ended the call.

  “Class?” Damian asked from the other side of the room.

  “Clothes?” I asked, ignoring his question. I remember that he said he'd get someone to get me some clothes. He pointed to the couch behind me where I saw some clothes. I nodded and took them before making my way to the bathroom.

  “Do you need a ride?” I heard Damian ask.

  “Just a ride to the nearby bus stop.” I quickly took off my clothes and put on the fresh ones. I didn't have time to take a bath so I'll take one when class ends. Soon, I got out of the bathroom, wearing tight jeans and a black tank top. Damian was focused on his phone so he didn't notice me entering the room. I dialed Rose's number.

  “Hello?” Rose answered lazily.

  “Rose, I'll need you to bring my bag to the college,” I pleaded. I wouldn't have time to go home to pick up my stuff.

  “Okay, I'll meet you there,” she said. I could hear her shuffling in the background.

  “Let's go,” I told Damian who lifted his head to look at me.

  He was sexy as hell. I closed my eyes and tried to control my raging hormones. He nodded and we made our way out of the huge house. This time, I noticed that we were making our way to a Black SUV. I made my way to the passenger seat and got in the car as Damian got in the driver seat. No driver today? Interesting.

  “Class?” Damian asked again as he started the engine.

  I guess he won't give up that easily.

  “Yeah, class. I actually study,” I said, staring at the road as he drove.

  “How old are you?” he asked with a frown on his face. I grinned as I turned to look at him.

  “Asking my age after fucking me, Mr. Spears?” I asked in amusement. He shrugged and smirked slightly.

  “Your age is not really important. As long as I get to fuck you,” he said. I took a deep breath.

  “What if I am a minor?” I asked with raised eyebrows. He chuckled and gave me a side glance, his eyes raking my body, making him scoff.

  “You're not,” he said with
confidence. “With a body like yours, I'm pretty sure you're not a minor,” he concluded. I huffed and turned my attention to the road again.

  “I'm twenty,” I mumbled.

  “You're studying what?” he asked.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “We've got nothing to do,” he said.

  “I'm studying psychology,” I told him. He chuckled and gave me an impressed look.

  “You still won't tell me your name?” he asked with a smirk. “Did you seriously think I'd believe your name was Vixen?”

  “My name is not important.”

  “Yeah, it's not,” he said. Well, he was right. I was just a toy for him right now. And he was my toy. Nothing more. Nothing less.

  “How old are you?” I asked out of the blue.

  “Twenty-seven.”

  I pointed to the bus stop just in front of us.

  “Stop here, old man.” I playfully ordered, making him groan in annoyance.

  “Old Man? Seriously?” he asked, rolling his eyes. I nodded and as soon as he parked the car, I got out.

  “See you later?” I said, unsure about what to say. He gave me a slight smirk.

  “Definitely. Tonight,” he demanded. Tonight? I was going to meet Tommy today after classes.

  “Not before six,” I told him. “Call me and we'll see what time later.” I ended as I walked away from the car.

  “Have a nice day.” I heard him shout from his car. I waved as he drove away. I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus with a smile on my face.

  This deal was good shit.

  After classes, Rose was waiting for me in my car. She was really impatient and wanted me to tell her about the sex god who happened to be Damian Spears. As soon as I got in the car, Rose turned and gave me a bright smile.

  “Tell me now.” She demanded. I rolled my eyes grinning.

  “Start driving already.” I laughed as she did what I said. I told her about Damian, and she was practically drooling.

  “His voice is so sexy. His words were so sexy,” Rose swooned as she drove. “You're such a lucky bitch,” she whined afterwards. “For someone who's not really good with relationships, this deal is perfect.”