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  Fire spreads through my body, exploding between my legs. Damon starts to move down my body, and as much as I love it when he feasts on me, I just need him in me. I wrap my fingers in the strands of his hair and pull his head up, stopping his descent.

  “I need you. I can’t wait. Please,” I plead. Normally it would make me sick to plead with this man who has hurt me many times, but I desperately need him. I could blame it on hormones, but if I’m honest with myself, it’s because it’s Damon. He knows how to please me, almost like he was made to be mine.

  Like we are meant to be.

  I would have believed that before I saw him with Leona. That thought makes me tense, and Damon notices the change in my posture. He pulls away from me and looks at my face, searching for the reason behind my change of mood.

  “Beauty?” he questions.

  “Damon, I...” I can’t finish that sentence. I don’t really know what to say. I want him to choose me of his own free will. I need him to. For my plan to work, I need him to need and want me too.

  “You can tell me anything, baby. You know that, right?”

  I look at him, really look at him. I thought I could tell him everything. I was ready to confess who I am to him before Leona kissed him. Or he kissed her. I can’t tell him anything now, not when it could all be a game to him. I’d rather lose a game I’m playing than lose a game I didn’t know I was playing.

  Telling him how I feel about Leona might make him push her away more and that’s what I want isn’t it? I do, I’m just not sure of the reason why I want her out of the picture so much. Is it to take her down? Or is it so I can have Damon to myself?

  Either way I want her gone.

  “I do know that. It’s just...” I pause. I need the perfect words to keep him on my side. “Leona isn’t going to stop is she? She’s going to keep coming back. I don’t know how to contact her, yet she accused me of setting her up tonight. It will never end will it?” I sigh. “Not until we’re apart.”

  “Not gonna fucking happen. I’m keeping you, Ella. Nobody is gonna part us,” he growls. “I’m. Keeping. You. You’re mine, beauty.” It’s said with so much conviction, I can’t help but believe him.

  “Okay. Now fuck me,” I say, giggling.

  He lowers himself back down on me. A low growl emits from deep in his chest, vibrating against my breasts. It’s a low rumble passing through him, to me. The animalistic sound heightens my arousal, pushing my need for him to an all time high.

  His lips smash into mine as his hands grab the sides of my knickers, tearing them, and throwing the torn material behind him, to the floor. A small whimper escapes my bruised lips. Damon’s answering groan lets me know he’s feeling the same need as me.

  My hands thrust into his hair, anchoring him to me. He deepens the kiss whilst pushing his hard cock into my wet slit, pressing against my throbbing clit.

  “You’re so fucking wet, beauty. Fuck.”

  I cry out, needing him filling me. “Damon, please.”

  He thrusts into me with one quick, possessive slide. I cry out at the fullness and he pauses when he’s in to the hilt. Damon rolls his hips, pressing against my swollen clit, which pounds and twitches in rhythm with my raging heartbeat.

  He begins thrusting in a steady rhythm, each glide hitting me just right, making my core clench around his thick shaft.

  “Fuck, Ella. You feel fucking perfect. Tell me you’re mine.”

  I can’t respond. The intense feelings are too much. I’m panting, and with each inhale I pull in, I inch closer and closer to the edge. I need that release. I need to fall.

  Damon grabs my hips and changes his angle, changing the depth of penetration. That’s all it takes. I fly over the edge. Explosions blast behind my eyes, as I scream his name, and ride the waves of euphoria.

  I come around just in time to hear Damon grunt his orgasm, and spill his seed deep inside me. I’m so sated, my limbs so heavy, I fall asleep with Damon still buried deep within me.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  DAMON

  I lie awake and watch Ella sleeping peacefully below me. She’s so fucking beautiful. She passed out with me still deep inside her and I can’t bring myself to pull out. I’d live in her pussy if I could. She’s so fucking snug around my cock. I’m still hard. How can I not be when I’m still buried to the hilt?

  Tonight went to shit, but she shocked me. I didn’t expect her to come to me. I thought she was closing herself off again but it seems to have opened her up more.

  I don’t know what Leona is playing at but she needs to stop. I’m not losing Ella before the time comes for her to know my secrets. I need her for as long as I can keep her. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her love me. I need her to love me if I want my plan to work. She needs to be in so deep that she can’t fucking breathe without me.

  That’s what she does to me.

  I run my fingers through her dark hair and bury my face in her neck. Her hair is as silky as her smooth skin. I breathe in her coconut scent, mixed with sex and me and it’s fucking intoxicating. She’s intoxicating.

  I need her to marry me. It’s my only chance of keeping her when she finds out what a monster I am. She’s going to need all her strength to survive me. I don’t fucking deserve her, but I’m selfish enough not to give a fuck and keep her anyway.

  I move and Ella’s inner walls flutter against my dick, pulling a growl from me. Her eyes flicker and she lets out a breathy moan. It’s the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. She’s so responsive to me. Every sound and look from my beauty has my cock hard as steel.

  That’s what she does to me.

  I won’t have that taken away from me.

  I won’t lose her.

  Ella begins to fidget beneath me and I know I’m getting too heavy for her. I slowly pull out, closing my eyes, and enjoying her sex resisting to release me. I’m full mast again by the time I’m all the way out, and I want nothing more than to take her again but I know she’s tired.

  I go and get a washcloth from the bathroom and wet it, before returning to my bedroom to clean her up. She’s fucking stunning, naked and in my bed. It makes me act like a caveman when I see her like this. Her swollen pink nipples match her lips, both puffy from my lips. Her pussy is still wet with my come, and her hair is wild with that just-fucked look. She’s perfect.

  I kiss the globes of her tits and can’t take my hands off her then. I throw the washcloth to the floor and climb on the bed, lying down.

  I roll to the side and lie on my back, pulling Ella to me. I hate sleeping without her in my arms. I’ve never been a snuggler before, never had anyone I wanted to hold all night, but Ella makes me crave it almost as much as I crave her pussy.

  I brush the hair back from her face, and kiss her forehead. I don’t want to break my beauty, but that’s inevitable. She’s going to eventually see me for the man I am. A monster. I hope she’s strong enough to take me.

  I just hope I don’t destroy her too much.

  Ella is mine and I will do every fucking thing I can to keep her. I know she accepted my marriage proposal, but with the way she pulled back, I need to make sure she doesn’t change her mind. She can’t change her mind.

  I’ll keep Leona as far away from my beauty as possible. I’ll have to have a talk with her. Leona will stay away for me. She has to. She’ll lose me otherwise. I know that’s what Ella wants now but I can’t just drop Leona. I can’t do that to her.

  Leona knows the real me, she knows the monster inside.

  I need her on my side or I could lose it all.

  I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of Ella’s hair, before pressing my lips against her head. She doesn’t even know how beautiful she is, how sexy she is. That’s what draws me in, what puts me under her spell.

  CHAPTER SIX

  JUNE 12TH 2014

  ELLA

  Sitting at the dining room table, I feel like shit. I had to dash straight to the toilet to be sick when I woke up but Damon slept throu
gh it, which is a good thing. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hide my morning sickness from Damon. He’s not stupid. He’ll work it out if I can’t keep the sickness to a minimum. If only it was that easy to keep sickness to a minimum, but it’s not that easy to control.

  I rest my hand on my belly. Jellybean deserves better than what I am at the minute. I need to get Leona out of the picture and take Damon down so I can get my life settled again. Just a few nights ago I decided I wanted to have a life with Damon. I saw our whole life together and I wanted it.

  Now I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know where to go next.

  I’m scared of the unknown.

  The faint sound of my mobile ringing pulls me out of my musing. Standing and following the sound, I locate it in my handbag by the front door. Just as I realise where it is, the ringing stops, and starts ringing again straight away.

  I rush to grab it because not many people have my mobile number, and usually if I miss a call, the caller will leave a message, not ring straight back. I grab my phone from my bag and see an unknown number calling. I connect the call and bring it to my ear, hesitant to speak.

  “Ella, dear?” a familiar voice says down the line.

  “Speaking.”

  “It’s Flora, Damon’s mother. How are you dear?”

  “I’m well, thank you Flora. How are you and George?”

  “We’re lovely, thank you. I’m just ringing to see if you and Damon are coming to Sunday lunch this week? I tried his phone but it went straight to voicemail.”

  “He’s in the shower. I’ll ask him to ring you when he’s out. I’m not sure of his plans.”

  “Lovely, dear. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, Flora,” I say with a smile. I love Damon’s mum. She oozes motherly love.

  “I’ll hopefully see you soon.”

  “Okay. See you, Flora.

  “Bye Ella,” she says before hanging up.

  I place my phone on the table and think about Damon’s family. I don’t want them getting hurt when I take Damon down. They don’t deserve it. For my plan to work I need his family on my side. They need to find out about the kiss and feel sorry for me. Damon needs to feel guilty.

  That means I can’t go for Sunday roast this week. I need them to find out about the kiss and think I was too hurt and upset to turn up. A little slip to his family in a week or two would be perfect for them to start seeing Damon for who he really is.

  ****

  Damon takes the day off work and we spend it lounging around, watching films and pigging out. Damon doesn’t turn his phone on all day and he doesn’t call his mum back. He said he’ll take care of it tomorrow but today was all about taking care of me.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  JUNE 13TH 2014

  I can’t sleep. My brain won’t shut down, won’t give me peace to rest, won’t stop images of Leona wrapped around Damon flying through my head every time I shut my eyes. It’s all I see. We had a good day yesterday.

  Damon was kind and extremely attentive to how I was feeling, constantly asking me if I was okay, and smothering me in hugs and kisses. It felt good at the time, but now... my stomach churns, my eyes water, and I choke back a sob.

  It’s dark outside, still the dead of the night, but that doesn’t stop the thoughts swirling around my head.

  I should have walked away the minute I found out I was carrying Damon’s child. I should have run and not looked back.

  I didn’t.

  Instead I decided that we could do this. That Damon could be my forever.

  I was wrong.

  I roll over and climb from Damon’s bed, careful not to wake him. I need time away from him, time to regain control, time to think about my future. I didn't realise this would be so exhausting. My mind is a constant whirl of mixed emotions and it’s wearing me down. My hand drops to my stomach as I walk from Damon’s room, quietly shutting the door behind me, and continue down stairs to the kitchen.

  Tears fill my eyes as I seat myself on a barstool at the island and rest my head in my hands. How has my life turned upside down so quickly? The only good thing to come out of the last three years has been my jellybean.

  My jellybean that I need to protect with everything I am. My eyes stream, wetting my cheeks as my tears spill over. Maybe I just need to leave. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take on Damon, to break him.

  I accepted his marriage proposal only so I can destroy him, but the more time I’ve had inside my head as he sleeps, the more time I’ve had to realise that by following through with my plans I could cause harm to my baby. I’m not prepared to do that.

  Damon has a way of breaking through my defences. He has a way of making me weak for him, making me depend on him.

  I can’t let him do that. I can’t let him take away another member of my family. I wish my pops was here to help me, to show me what I should do. I’ve never felt so confused, so lost. I feel more alone now than I did when I lost Lydia.

  The pain I’m feeling at Damon’s betrayal is exactly why I’ve shut off my emotions the last three years. My heart aches deep in my chest and my hand comes up to rub the area but it does nothing to help ease the pain. I stand and move towards the table where I placed my bag last night. I grab Lydia’s diary and read some in the hopes of finding something I didn’t see before.

  April 11th 2011

  I can’t do this. He’s stopped me from being able to enter the building in which we work. He won’t talk to me. He won’t see me. He won’t even answer the phone.

  He needs to know I can make everything okay. I love him. I need to tell him I’m sorry.

  I can’t live without Damon. He makes my life complete. He makes me happy.

  He belongs with me.

  I need to find a way in again. I need him to notice me.

  I need him to love me again.

  Whimpers start slipping past my parted lips as I try to hold back the sobs wanting to break free. Tears stain my face. My body is physically exhausted and crying just makes me feel weak to the bone. My body slumps forward as I give in to the emotion I need to release.

  Lydia really loved him and he threw their love away like it meant nothing. I don’t know if I can trust him to not break me further if I give us a try. I don’t know what to do. What would be the best thing to do? Pops was the one I turned to for advice but I don’t have that option. He’s not here.

  After what seems like hours, my tears finally start to dry and exhaustion sets in. I stand on shaky legs and move to get a glass of water. My throat hurts, my head pounds, and my heart feels like its bleeding pain into my bloodstream, pushing around the hurt until it fills every inch of me.

  I gulp the refreshing cold water down and it soothes my throat a little. Leaning in to the counter, using my hands to hold me up and support my weight, I shut my eyes and take a deep breath.

  “Pops,” I choke out, “I need help. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go. I need a sign. Just... something... anything.” I finish on a whisper, my throat constricting, as I struggle to breathe. I thought I’d cried all I could, but tears spill again. I tightly squeeze my eyes shut. “Just... anything, Daddy. Please. What do I do?” I choke out, knowing no response will come.

  My pops was always there for me. He played mum and dad to us growing up. We were never afraid to talk to him about anything. He gave the best advice and even better hugs. That’s what I need right now. It’s exactly what I’m missing the most. I need my daddy’s arms around me telling me everything will be okay.

  “Please, Daddy. Just a sign.” I sigh, knowing it is useless asking for help, asking him to guide me through this. It’s not possible. My pops is gone. He’s dead. I’ll never again get to have his arms around me.

  I stumble my way to the lounge and lie down on the sofa, curling into myself. Sometimes I wish I could be strong like Lydia was, but I’m not. I’ve tried to be. I’ve tried to get revenge for her but I wasn’t strong enough. I’ve tried
to be who I need to be, who I think I’m meant to be, but nothing changes. I never feel better for it.

  I need to make the biggest decision of my life. I need to decide what I’m going to do next, but first I need sleep so I can think properly. I cry myself into a restless sleep, not even able to escape my pain in slumber.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  I startle awake and my heart pounds as fear freezes me in place. What the fuck was that? I look around in confusion, not sure what woke me but knowing it sounds like someone is in agony. Pain filled cries erupt through the house, making my hair stand on end. My eyes widen and my breath stutters out of me as I realise what the noise is.

  My sleep dazed brain finally wakes up and I’m able to move. Rational sense returns to me and I dash from the sofa, running up the stairs as fast as I can to try to get to Damon. Someone is hurting him. They have to be. He sounds like he’s being tortured, like his life is being painfully ended in his room.

  My heart pounds as I race down the hall to his room and crash into the door, throwing it open and not caring about all the noise I’m making. My eyes scan the room for danger. I release the breath I’ve been holding as I realise Damon is alone.

  His body thrashes, tangled in the sheets wrapped around his lower half, as he cries out tortured animalistic sounds. Calling out his name, I try to break through his nightmare. It does nothing. In fact it makes him struggle more.

  “NOOOOOO.” He roars as his body bows off the bed. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. God, no.” I run across the room to him, and the need to comfort him overwhelms me. He may have hurt me but my heart still belongs to him, still beats for him.

  I place my hand on his shoulder and shake him. “Damon!” I shout. His body instantly stills. “Damon, wake up,” I say loudly. My blood pounds in my ears. What the hell has him so scared? His whole body shakes. “Damon.” My voice breaks.

  God he seems ruined. I’ve never seen him like this, never seen his vulnerability below the surface. Is this what Spence meant when he said Damon has demons from his past?