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  “Athena,” Alena said softly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My parents looked as if they wanted to be anywhere but here. Celina and Jeff smiled at me and gave me a little nod.

  “I'm good” I said. But when I felt a warm hand on my thigh, I jumped slightly in surprise.

  “Is there a problem?” Dean asked eyeing me. I shook my head and turned to glare at Damian who simply gave me a charming smile. Damn. He was so fucking sexy.

  “No problem,” I mumbled. People started serving us food and when I lifted my head, I saw the cook, Mrs. Johnsons. I missed her so much. We were pretty close and she was torn when I left home. “Mrs. Johnsons!” I exclaimed and jumped off the seat, ignoring the hard look on Damian's face when his hand was no longer on my thigh. Mrs. Johnsons lifted her head from the plates and a smile soon brightened her face.

  “Thena!” she called me the nickname she used to call me. I wrapped my arms around her and breathed in her familiar scent. She felt like home.

  “We need to catch up,” I said emotionally as I pulled away to look at her.

  “Sure, but later, honey,” she said, pointing to my seat. I pouted, making her chuckle. Before walking to my seat, she kissed my forehead. This motherly love. I went back in my seat with a bright smile on my face. Soon, the hand was back on my thigh. I decided to ignore it. Everyone was now engaged in conversation. Dean and Alena were talking with my little brother who was seated between them. Jeff and Celina were talking with Shrek and Fiona. Damian was too busy tracing small circles on my skin. Little did he know that I wanted his hand to go a little higher. He already got me fidgeting with want only by touching my thigh. When his hand went a little higher, I took a deep breath and clenched my legs together. He seemed to notice this as he gave me a smirk. Just as I was about to eat a piece of chicken, I felt his hand duck under my dress. I froze. What the hell?

  “Is there a problem?” Damian asked tauntingly. I turned and glared at him.

  “What are you doing?” I snapped. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as his hand crept in between my legs.

  “Showing you why I like this dress,” he whispered while closing his eyes. I put my fork and my spoon back on the plate. I felt him move my panties slowly. He opened his eyes and stared at me.

  “Athena, I'd like to know a little bit more on you, sweetheart,” Celina suddenly said. I turned my attention to her and saw Alena staring at me in suspicion.

  “Are you alright?” Alena asked.

  “Yeah, I am. Why would you ask?” I asked, trying not to sound breathless. Damian leaned in his chair with a proud smirk on his face. He grazed his finger against me. I clenched my jaw, trying not to make any reaction.

  “Because you're red. Like really red,” she said.

  “I think I'm a little sick,” I said, my voice breathy. Suddenly, I felt Damian's finger plunge into me. I bit my lips to stifle a moan. I turned and glared at Damian.

  “You should rest later,” she said. Damian started moving his finger into me and I just wanted to thrash around and moan his name out loud.

  “So Athena?” Celina inquired.

  I blinked several times, trying to recall her question while her son was finger fucking me under the table. Oh yeah. I remember.

  “I'm currently studying p-psychology,” I stuttered when Damian increased the pace. Holy fuck.

  He seemed too calm. His eyes never left me and he was clearly enjoying himself watching me suffer like this. I felt something in my stomach and I knew that the orgasm was near. He continued with this torturous pace and soon I orgasmed.

  “Holy shit!” I exclaimed, sounding a little bit breathless.

  Everyone was now looking at me with wide eyes after my outburst.

  “Never use that word.” I heard Dean say to Thomas who nodded.

  “I'm sorry.” I quickly apologized. “I remembered that I left my —” Think quickly of an excuse! “Curling iron on!” I finished.

  My sister raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

  “You didn't even curl your hair.” She pointed out.

  I blinked several times when I realized that she was right.

  Damian chuckled from next to me.

  You fucking evil.

  Chapter 10

  Eat Food

  Dinner was definitely more interesting than I thought it would be and it turned out to be not what I was expecting. Right now I was sleeping in one of the guest rooms as I let Thomas sleep in my room. Well, I was not really sleeping, I was more like lying in bed and staring at the ceiling while thinking about Damian. That fucker finger fucked me while we were having dinner with our family. And I freaking loved it.

  I decided to get out of bed as I wasn't feeling sleepy. I looked at the wall clock and groaned when I realized that it was eleven. I pulled the blanket off me. Goosebumps rose on my skin as soon as the chilly air touched my naked skin. I was wearing shorts and a crop top. I walked to my suitcase and pulled out my black hoodie and threw it on. It was so long that it even covered my shorts. Once my phone was in my pocket, I got out of the room and decided to go for a walk in the back garden. I remember how I would usually sit by the fountain and look at the sky.

  Once I reached the huge back garden, I made my way to the fountain. A smile stretched on my face as I took in the statue that was right in the middle. The familiarity almost brought tears to my eyes but I quickly shook my head and took a deep breath. I walked nearer and took off my sandals before stepping into the cold water. I sighed and sat on the edge. I tilted my head to the sky and again, that smile crept on my face. Let's face it. I missed being here.

  “What are you doing out here?” I jumped at the voice and clutched my heart before turning to glare at my sex god.

  “You scared the fuck out of me!” I exclaimed before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to calm myself.

  “What are you doing out here?” he demanded again, making me open my eyes to glare at him. My breath hitched when I took in his appearance. Damian stood in front of me, wearing a tight fitting black shirt which complemented his muscled body. He was wearing blue jeans and let me tell you that I never really expected to see Damian Spears without his usual suit and tie. As my eyes trailed on him, I noticed the cigarette which was in his hand. He slowly brought the cigarette to his lips while staring at me. “Done checking me out?” he asked with one perfect raised eyebrow.

  “I wasn't checking you out,” I lied as I crossed my arms over my chest. I smirked and I watched as his eyes raked over my body. He stared at my legs in appreciation. I felt beautiful when he stared at me like that.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked again, his voice becoming a little deeper.

  “I couldn't sleep,” I muttered, turning back to the fountain and sitting back on the edge. “What about you?”

  “I had work,” he simply said. I heard shuffling behind me and soon, I felt him sit next to me. I turned to give him a smile and instantly shivered when I felt him so close. “Did you enjoy dinner?” he asked and my breath hitched as his hand wrapped itself around my waist. Just as I was about to answer, he lifted me and placed me on his lap.

  “Damian. Someone might see,” I gasped. Soon I shut up as he turned me around so that I was straddling him.

  “Let them see,” he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes and put my hands on his shoulder for support. “So how was dinner?” asked

  “Memorable,” I answered and we both chuckled. “You're so evil. What if someone saw you?” I asked, shaking my head.

  “But no one did.”

  “How was dinner?” I asked him mischievously. His grip on my waist tightened and his beautiful gray eyes were hooded with lust.

  “Disappointing,” he said. I tilted my head to the left and stared at him in wonder before pouting.

  “Why so?”

  “I never tasted the food that was beside me,” he said huskily as he thrust himself a little bit into me to make me feel his hard on. I threw my head the back and moaned at the feel
ing. “I should have put you on the table and spread your beautiful long legs. I would have eaten you. I'm pretty sure you're better than any other food,” he said huskily. I could hear the fucking control in his voice. It was as if it was taking all his will power not to take me right now. His words were making me squirm in need.

  “Damian,” I said, breathless as I leaned my forehead against his, his gray eyes clashing with my green ones.

  “I want to take you in my room,” he said and without waiting for my response, he stood up, with me on him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms wrapped themselves around his neck. Right now, I didn't give a shit about who would see us together. I could feel him walking and I laughed when he squeezed my ass groaning. I squirmed a little bit as I was damn ticklish.

  “Damian. Don't do that,” I whispered as I pulled away to look at his beautiful face. He was too busy trying not to knock against anything as the house was dark.

  “Sorry. It was too tempting,” he answered, not sounding sorry at all. The smirk on his face showed that he was rather proud of himself. “Here we are,” he whispered as he walked in a room and closed the door with his feet. As soon as it was closed, he turned around and pushed me against it.

  “And now?” I asked, breathing heavily. Lust and desire could be felt in the room. He leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes glued to my lips.

  “Now?” he asked as he slowly pulled away from the door. My hands gripped on his arms. I could feel his huge biceps.

  Don't drool. You've seen all of him already.

  He slowly put me on the bed and gave me a sly grin. I chuckled when he gave me a playful wink. He was so far from the cold arrogant jerk that I first met at the club. He took off his shirt.

  Okay. Now you can drool.

  My eyes trailed on the various tattoos he had on his muscled body. No one would say that he was a rich freaking CEO. But then again, don't judge a book by its cover. I focused on the tribal tattoo that was on his left chest. I unconsciously licked my lips, making him groan. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up so that my face was facing his chest. I looked at him in amusement before kissing his chest. He lifted my arms and took off my hoodie.

  “So fucking sexy,” he said, his voice breathy, as his eyes landed on my crop top which showed my toned stomach.

  “Yeah, I am,” I replied, trying to sound cocky. He raised one of his perfect eyebrows and pushed me back on the bed. He was soon hovering over me. In a swift movement, his lips claimed mine, making me groan in want. He grabbed the back of my head, making sure I was close to him. He then moved his hands to my shorts and slowly, he pulled them off. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled his bottom lip between my teeth and watched as he closed his eyes with controlled breathing.

  Damian unhooked my arms and gave me a wolfish smile. He looked so dangerous and hot right now that goosebumps rose on my skin. He kissed his way to my top and soon, it was off as well. He then moved to my stomach, he left butterfly kissed everywhere, till he reached my panties. I was already squirming, sweating, and panting.

  “D-Damian,” I moaned when I felt his lips on my thigh. His hands were on my legs, slowly spreading them apart. Is he really going to do that? My heartbeat quickened. I mean no one has ever done that to me before.

  “Shh,” he said as he caressed my thighs in a soothing way. “Calm down,” he whispered and soon I felt his lips on my panties, causing me to moan out loud.

  That felt so freaking good.

  Damian pulled my panties down and I stared at the ceiling, not wanting him to see my crimson red face. God. Why the hell was I embarrassed? It's not as if I was going to sleep with him the first time! But still, this guy makes me nervous every time.

  “Look at me.” Damian ordered. I moved my head to look at him. He was there, settled calmly between my legs, with his face so near to me.

  “I don't want to,” I groaned as my hands covered my red face.

  “Okay,” he simply said. Damian saying okay when I was not obeying him? Something was wrong. Just as I was about to talk, I felt his warm tongue lash itself on me. My hands were instantly off my face and they were gripping the bedsheets tightly.

  Holy shit!

  I lifted my head to look at Damian and saw him already staring at me while he worked his magic with his tongue. My eyes shut and I moaned at the feeling. That was heaven. One of my hands went to his head and I tugged on his hair. He groaned against my folds, making me squirm. His hands were on my legs, pinning them down as I was thrashing around. Damn. Why haven't I experienced this shit earlier?

  Because Damian was not in your life back then.

  “Damian!” I cried his name when I felt him suck on me. I could feel the pleasure building in my stomach. Suddenly, I felt one of his fingers plunge into me. I gripped onto the bed sheets harder as I cried in pleasure and arched my bed. This man knew what he was doing and seeing him between my legs was pure pleasure. He then added another finger and began pumping harder, increasing the pace as my moans increased. Soon, I climaxed while screaming his name, making him smile proudly down at me.

  “That was amazing,” I gasped as I closed my eyes, trying to recover from the fantastic orgasms I just had. He gave me a smirk and climbed onto the bed next to me.

  “Your compliment is accepted,” he said huskily as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. I took a deep breath and turned to look at him.

  “We shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed,” I told him while closing my eyes, now feeling sleepy.

  “Forget about that rule.” He sighed and pecked my lips. I smiled at him and snuggled into his neck. Well, I shouldn’t get used to that because it wasn't in the deal. “You taste better than vanilla ice cream,” he whispered, making my eyes open and my cheeks go red. I raised my eyebrows in amusement and kissed him right on the lips before turning away from him. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt at total ease.

  “Nothing tastes better than vanilla ice cream,” I told him chuckling. He took a deep breath as he buried his face in my neck.

  “You do,” he answered. “I could eat you every day,” he continued. “You're now my favorite food.” I groaned at his words. He knew how to make me feel wanted, embarrassed, and horny.

  “Sleep Damian.” I chuckled.

  “And here she goes again, trying to order me around,” he muttered. I laughed and turned to look at him.

  “Good night, Damian,” I said again. He smirked and nodded.

  “Good night, kitten,” he said before we both fell asleep in each other's arms

  Chapter 11

  Back Together with the Slut

  “Damian!” my sister's voice and the constant knocking, made me groan and I opened my eyes slowly to find Damian's sleeping.

  I smiled when I saw his arms around me, keeping me close to him.

  “Damian Fucking Spears!”

  This time, my eyes widened when I realized that my sister was standing in front of his door, knocking like a crazy woman. I poked Damian in his chest, which only made him stir.

  Damn. He sleeps like a dead person.

  “Damian!” I whisper yelled which made him open his eyes slowly. His gray eyes turned a few shades darker as he stared at me.

  “I'm going to fucking break the door” Alena yelled, making me chuckle while Damian stared at the door questioningly.

  “Honey, there's a child in the house now. Don't swear.” I heard Dean's muffled voice from the door.

  “I just need to know if he saw Athena!” Alena exclaimed in exasperation.

  Damian stared at me, amusement glimmering in his eyes.

  “How is he supposed to know that? I mean, they never talked before,” Dean said, probably knowing that I was in here.

  “They were whispering to each other during dinner yesterday,” Alena said.

  Damian groaned and moved the blanket off him, making me clutch to it harder as I was naked underneath. I quickly scanned the floor for my shorts and my concentration cut short as
I lifted my head to see Damian standing in front of me with only his boxers on. He was making his way to the door but then stopped to look at me.

  “Stop staring. You look like a creep.”

  Damian’s husky morning voice made me blush deep red. He walked to me, ignoring my sister's knocking. He walked to me and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck before pulling me to him. He crashed his lips against mine, causing me to moan. As he kissed me, there was only one thought in my mind.

  How the hell can he not have morning breath?

  I quickly pulled away and glared at him. I put my hands on my lips to stop him from kissing me again. “I have morning breath,” I muttered. He shrugged and walked to the door.

  “You do not,” he said with a wink and then motioned me to shut up. I crept under the blanket again. I could hear him open the door and stick his head out to look at my sister and his brother. “What do you want?” He demanded coldly.

  “Did you see Athena?”

  I was already picturing her, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at Damian.

  “Who?” Damian asked, emotionless.

  The girl hiding in your bed.

  “My sister!” Alena exclaimed in exasperation.

  I rolled my eyes and bent over the bed to pick up my shorts which was just next to the bed, on the floor.

  “How am I supposed to know where she is?” Damian asked, totally calm and unfazed by my sister's questioning.

  Instead of replying to Damian, I could hear my sister muttering to herself. She usually does that when she's anxious.

  “What if she returned back home because of my parents?” I heard her say. I wanted to go out and reassure her that I wouldn't miss her wedding because of Shrek and Fiona but I stayed there, trying to put my shorts on without making a sound.

  “I'm pretty sure she didn't go anywhere! You're overreacting! You know that Damian is grumpy in the morning. He'll go all hulk on us.” I heard Dean sigh.