Chapter 4

                             Damian's Pov

I have got to let him go, he doesn't even matter that much, it's just my little obsession that needs to stop. 

But how can I stop seeing him everywhere I go? From my bathroom to the spa and even when I was at the billionaire's club, his eyes were plastered across every wall, perhaps it's all in my head.

“Oh my God Damian”

Mum cries, her face written with affection and admiration. I turned back, her gorgeous long dress, another eye opener to confirm I'm really getting married to the daughter of the most corrupt man in the state, a man who I am certain, taught father to be indifferent to everyone.

“Emily is so lucky”

She said and I nodded, walking into the second room that led to the underground hall in my mansion, where the wedding was held.

In the night, after the wedding, my room was lit with candles and some decorations, that's my mum doings, I know for sure, the door knob twisted and in no time, Emily walked in, her makeup gone and her natural beauty that's always put me in awe, regardless of my interest in men, sparkles in the dim light, her bright smile made me sick, and reminded me of how selfish I am.

“Do you want some cappuccino”?

She asked, avoiding directly looking into my eyes, I picked up my jacket and put it on, her look was wary and I turned around to look at her.

“Be the Mrs Moore you and your father both wanted”

I said and saw her face twisted in horror.

I can't just brush off the fact that Rodri is the best thing that's ever happened to me, yes I have done some stuff in the past, but nothing comes close to what I feel around him, he's like a bad pill I'm addicted to.

I flicked my phone open, tapping into his location. The first time we met, I had secretly hacked into his location, and now more than ever seems the best time for its use.

Forster lane, that was the place, a few kilometres away from his school, I know he's on a move to his house back in England, and I can only wait right there for him to show up.

Two, three, four hours passed, and my anger crept in. I hate to wait, my body needs him, his stubborn head is messing with my patience.

“I stay here with my mum,but she's receiving care in the hospital now”

Finally, his voice boomed but a huskier tone mumbled some inaudible things and I rose, not caring that I have invade his house, after all he's mine, his soft tiny bones belong to me, and the cute flesh on his perfect face, to his long veiny part, all of him belong to me.

“What the hell”?

Rodri shouted, frightened,his eyes roamed my body and shifted to the other guy, standing with him.

I moved forward, whatever needed to be done had to be done, so I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, not caring about the new guy's shocking and yet fascinated stare, he's completely different from Rodri, who has a shy, deadly look on his horny face.

“Leave”?

I ordered, invoking the authority that I got, and thankfully, I didn't have to repeat myself before I saw the door closed.

“What are you doing”?

Rodri questioned, I know he's mad at me, but I need him. The thought of doing one day without his great mind-blowing skills messes with my head.

I ignored him, pushing him slightly to the couch, he flared up but I didn't care, and I only smiled coyly. I know him, I'm sure, he wants this just as much as I do.

“Look if you think you've got the power to do anything, I'm not going to allow it”

He uttered, and I nodded, my hand slowly moved to his pants, and he shook them off furiously.

“I know you've brought him home to fuck him”

I grunt as I pushed my trouser down and tossed it up the rack, his eyes widened and he hissed, wanting to get past me.

“At least he's not like you”

He said, and I nodded again. I don't want to hear the details. After all, I can see his dick hardening at every second.

I grabbed his pants and unzipped them, but he zipped them up again. With a little admiration I pulled him into my arms and took his mouth in mine.

He groaned, and tried to get freed at the same time, yet his dick threatened to burst. I pulled down his pants and gently caressed his dick before he could react, and he was still probably contemplating his hatred for me and his crazy need.

“No, just stop”

He mumbled and I nodded, pinning his hand at the back of his head with one hand and the other hand curled up around his erection.

I had the pant unzipped and pulled down, and noticed he's calm now, I bend over and lick his moist opening, down to his full length and he tremble, his taste, like an expensive yet unmade wine, I took him all, and he moans, and a sound like a soft plea took over the moment his back congealed with the ooze of sweetness and his cum came rushing, boiling hot and a bit of ice into my thirsty throat.

“Oh my, he heard”

He whined, as his eyes fixed on the door, but what to do?, just begun.

Since I have no lubricant and never thought of hurting him, I pushed him slightly by his hair, and urged him to look at me, while my hand hastened on my dick.

“Let me”

Rodri said shyly and moved closer to me, his eyes hazy and his lips bruised. I don't remember being aggressive with him, but I might have been, since all I recall was him moaning as he pumped into my mouth.

My phone chimed and I ignored it, losing myself in the world of pleasure but the persistent ringing got me peeking on the screen.

“What have you done again”?

Mum sent and I was about to ignore it when Silva,my PA call came through.

“Another time Rodri, I promise”

I saw his confused and sad face before I answered the call, the hesitant silence came first before Silva cleared his throat.

“Roy Mane… released the videos to the media's”

Silva said and the blood drained from my eyes.