LOGINCHAPTER 5
I straddled myself on top him, firmly placing my hands on his chest for support as I guided his d**k into my opening, thrusting him in and out of me, moving at my own pace as I ushered myself to his full length. My moans filled the room as I rode him like an animal, taking him exactly how I liked it and stopping at the right moment just to ensure he doesn't finish. “Don't stop, keep going” he commanded, but I wasn't having it. “You're in no condition to make demands” I chuckled, leaning in closer, brushing my lips against the tip of his ear as I whispered. “If you want it, you're going to have to beg for it” “Don't make me repeat myself” he threatened. “I told you, if you're that desperate, then beg” dissatisfied with my words, he began struggling to release himself from the restraints but it proved difficult. My mocking laughter echoed across the dark room as I pulled his d**k out of me and began self pleasuring, ensuring my moans were loud enough to taunt him as I repeatedly fingered myself, teasing my clit causing my body to tremble as I only got wetter. Driven by the immense control I had over him, I only grew bolder, adjusting my position and sitting directly on his face, forcing him to lick me clean as I humped him repeatedly. “You like that, don't you?” I teased as his tongue roamed wildly, making him seem desperate to please. The pleasurable sensations traveled through me, threatening to drive me crazy as he freed himself from his restraints, his hands gripping my waist tightly as he forced me beneath him, completely seizing control. “My turn” he voiced, inserting his d**k into my opening, moving at an unforgivable pace as he forced our lower halves to smash. “Slow down” I pleaded but my words seemed to have the opposite effect on him as he effortlessly flipped me over, forcing me on all fours. My legs shook violently as he increased his pace, taking me from behind for even deeper penetration. The feeling was a mix of pain and pleasure, my body could barely withstand it but my mouth kept urging him to go on. “Please, don't stop” I begged. “Harder” … “Harder, please” it was almost as thought he was awaiting an invitation to rip me apart, going full throttle only after I was reduced to such a pathetic state. My moans turned to screams as he took me in several different positions all night long, each round lasting for what felt like hours until he was satisfied. I nestled into his arms, inhaling the soft sent of his cologne, feeling exhausted after hours of going at it. It was only then that I thought to ask the one questions that had been roaming my mind since the beginning of this ordeal. “Why do you choose to do it in the dark?” I asked, as my curiosity took root. “You're not entitled to questions. Just gather your things and leave quietly, I'll have your payment sent directly to Chasity” he voiced, the annoyance in his tone was unmistakable as he threw me out along with all my belongings before slamming the door behind me. I struggled to get dressed, making my way out of the passage, hoping not to be discovered by anyone in my disheveled state only to be met with the sight of dawn. I had no idea I have been gone that long. I stumbled my way back to my room, my legs still feeling incredibly sore from last night. The moment I opened the door and turned on the lights, I locked eyes with the one person I least expected to see, his gaze lingered on me for only a few seconds as his face darkened. (Damian's POV) After forcing Elisa out of the room my father expressed his dissatisfaction in me. “Damian, I entrusted you with the responsibility of handling the arms dealing between us and the shadow gang, but your incompetence has once again made it's mark, costing us the entire deal” I stared at him in confusion for a wondering why he wasn't saying anything about Sophia. “Aren't you going to say anything about her” I voiced point at the figure laying beside me. His face darkened even more as I internally prepared for his rage. “I'm talking about a deal Worth billions and you're still caught up in your little affair with a mere maid?!!!” He yelled. I shot out of bed in confusion. “A mere maid?” I repeated. “But isn't that?…” before I could finish speaking, she woke up, revealing her face. It was only then I realized that she wasn't Sophia. “Damian!!!” father yelled, calling for my attention. “Can you focus on the current matter at hand and stop spacing out?”... “You had only one job, and that was to meet up with the leader of the shadow gang before noon but you foolishly missed the appointment because of your escapades with that worthless wretch” he voiced, pointing at the maids trembling by the corner. The meaning behind his words slowly faded away as my mind was occupied with thoughts of Elisa and how she must have misunderstood the situation. I immediately grabbed my robe and rushed out the room, in hopes of clearing up the misunderstanding between Elisa and I. Father raged outwardly as I completely ignored his retorts. “Damian!!! Get back here, I'm still talking to you. How dare you walk out on me? DAMIAN!!!” After bypassing father I made my way to Elisa's room, knocking lightly but was met with no response so I decided to let myself in. Turning on the lights I was shocked to see her absence, wondering where she could've gone or who she'd be with at such a late hour. I spent hours waiting as night bore on, not even realizing when dawn had fell. Just as I was about leaving, the door was opened and abruptly shut as Elisa sneakily made her way back in. Our eyes met as I immediately walked over, eager to apologize but froze mid way as I registered her appearance. My face darkened as I stared directly at the poorly concealed hickeys on her neck. “Damian” she voiced in shock. “What're you doing here?” I stormed up to her in anger, forcefully grabbing her by the arm, barely restraining my anger. “Who is he?” I asked as my fury boiled over. “Answer me!!! Who is he?”Her voice remained small. Hurt. Uncertain.Vulnerable.Damian took a deep breath.Wiping her tears gently.And then— in a single movement.He reached into his pocket, pulled out a ring box, and got down on one knee. Right in front of her.Elisa went completely still.He opened the box.The diamond dazzled under the office lights.“Elisa,” he said softly, affectionately. “This is what I meant.”Her breath caught in her throat.“Damian—” she whispered, stunned.“No,” he interrupted gently but firmly. “Please. Let me speak this time. I actually have a lot to say.”His voice was steady now—but emotional.He looked up at her with sincerity so raw it made her chest ache.“You once told me,” he continued, “when we reunited after the conference… that Luca is your priority. That his approval matters above all else. So I did exactly what you asked. I won him over. I earned his trust. I made sure he accepted me.”His voice trembled slightly.“Luca shouldn’t be a concern anymore. He is more than
Elisa had been worried the very second Damian’s tone shifted.There had been something different about it—something low, steady, and impossibly serious that didn’t belong to casual conversation. It had threaded through her chest and tightened there, coiling around her heart until she could barely breathe.So she quickly obliged.Without asking too many questions—because questions felt dangerous when his voice sounded like that—she ushered him along with a small, polite gesture of her hand, leading him toward her in-house office. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing far louder than usual, as though the house itself sensed the weight of what was about to unfold.She went in first.And he followed.The door shut behind them with a firm, deliberate click.She heard it.She felt it.A sound too final.She turned around just as he had closed it fully, his hand lingering on the handle for a brief second longer than necessary, as if steadying himself.The room suddenl
The next morning dawns quietly over Elisa’s estate, sunlight filtering through tall, ivory curtains and spilling in pale gold ribbons across the marble floors of the dining hall. The world outside felt deceptively peaceful—birds chirp, a fountain trickled softly in the courtyard—but inside, something far more volatile brewed beneath the calm.Elisa sat at the long breakfast table, porcelain cup poised between delicate fingers. Across from her, Luca swung his small legs under his chair, humming softly to himself, entirely at ease after the emotional reconciliation of the previous night. The fragile tension that had once clung to the estate felt lighter now, though Elisa’s heart still carried the faint aftershock of everything she had endured.The television mounted on the far wall played softly in the background—until suddenly the tone shifted.A sharp chime. A red banner flashed across the screen.Breaking News.The anchor’s urgent voice filled the room.Three prominent families—the H
He remained silent for a while.“…You’re asking me to lie to her.”“I’m asking you to help me, for mommy's sake” Luca corrected softly.That shouldn’t have hurt.But it did.Damian sighed.“…Alright.”Luca’s eyes brightened slightly.“Pinky promise?”Damian stared at the tiny finger extended toward him.“You drive a hard bargain,” he muttered.“Pinky promise,” Luca insisted.Damian chuckled softly as he obliged, linking fingers with the child.“I promise.”In the moment he was instantly snapped out of his thoughts by Elisa panicked voice.“Damian?”Her voice snapped him back to the present.“Why aren’t you answering me?” she asked instantly, panic creeping into her tone. “Is it because Luca is still mad at me?”Damian blinked.“No,” he said quickly. “Not at all. I was just lost in thought.”But he remained silent after that.And she noticed.She always noticed.Her worry didn’t fade.And guilt began to settle in his chest.Because he was hiding something.Her own son.Her own child.B
It took a long time.Not minutes.Not a brief comforting moment.It felt like hours.Hours of quiet reassurances.Hours of tiny hiccupping sobs.Hours of a five-year-old clinging like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip even slightly, the world would collapse around him.Damian remained seated on the edge of the bed, Luca in his arms, gently rocking him back and forth.“Breathe,” Damian murmured softly. “Just breathe slowly. In and out. Like this. See? Just like how I'm doing it.”Luca sniffled loudly, trying to mimic the breathing pattern but failing miserably and dissolving into another hiccup.“You’re bad at breathing,” Luca muttered through tears, half-accusatory.Damian blinked.“I’m bad at breathing?”“Yes,” Luca insisted weakly. “You breathe too big. It makes my chest hurt.”For a moment, despite the weight in his chest, Damian almost laughed.“I apologize,” he replied solemnly. “I’ll try to breathe smaller.”That earned him the tiniest watery glare.Luca sniffed again,
The silence between them did not ease.It thickened.Damian remained seated beside the small trembling figure, his hands resting loosely on his knees, though inside him nothing felt steady. Luca’s words still echoed in the room — not loud, not shouted — but heavy. The kind of words that do not belong in the mouth of a five-year-old.Damian was momentarily speechless.Not because he didn’t have an answer.But because he suddenly understood that whatever he said next would shape something fragile inside this child.He inhaled slowly, steadying himself.When he finally managed to compose himself, he spoke gently.“Why would you jump to such a conclusion?” he asked, his voice low and careful, though emotion threaded quietly beneath it. “Why would you think something like that? What made you believe that things would happen that way?”Under the blanket, Luca shifted.He peeked out in confusion — wide eyes swollen from crying, lashes clumped together with tears. For a moment, it seemed like







