CHAPTER FOUR

Amanda's POV

I knew Damien was angry, even though he said nothing. His hands remained firmly on the steering wheel as he drove, and I could feel the tension inside the car. My head was still heavy from the medication, and the pain in my body had not completely gone away, but my mind was clear enough to know what I wanted.

"I said I want wine," I repeated.

"You just came out of a hospital," Damien replied. "You should be resting, not drinking."

"I know what the doctor said."

"Then listen to him."

I leaned against the seat and looked outside the window. "I don't want to think anymore."

Damien glanced at me through the mirror. "And alcohol will solve that?"

"No. But maybe it will make me stop thinking for a while."

He sighed deeply. For several minutes, he continued driving without saying anything. Then he slowed the car and pulled over.

He looked at me. "If that is what you want, I will do that."

I stared at him. I had expected another argument. Instead, he turned the car toward a nearby restaurant.

When we arrived, Damien helped me out of the car. We sat at a quiet table, away from the crowd. He ordered food, and I barely touched mine at first. My thoughts were still occupied with Nathaniel, with the things Damien had told me, and with the pain I had been carrying for days.

Then the wine arrived. I took the first glass slowly. The second came faster.

By the third, the room began to feel different. The lights looked softer, and the sounds around me seemed farther away. I laughed at something Damien said, although I could not remember what it was. My body felt lighter, but my mind was becoming slower.

"You have had enough," Damien said.

I shook my head. "I'm fine."

"You are not fine."

"I am." I insisted, desperation to gulp down the wine increased each second. I reached for the glass again, but Damien took it from my hand.

"Give it back."

"No." He refused to hand over the glass to me. I frowned at him. "Damien."

"You are getting drunk."

"I don't care." A wave of surprise flickered in his eyes. He stared at me for a moment, then stood up. "We're leaving."

I tried to stand by myself, but my legs felt weak. Damien caught my arm before I fell.

"I can walk." "Clearly."

He supported me as we walked outside. The night air touched my face, but it did little to clear my head. I could still think. I knew where I was. I knew Damien was beside me. I simply could not make my body obey me properly.

Once we reached the car, Damien opened the door and helped me inside.

"I want to go home," I murmured.

"You are going home." His words came as an absolute assurance so I closed my eyes.

I expected him to take me back to my house, but after some time, I noticed that the surroundings were unfamiliar. I opened my eyes.

"Where are we?"

Damien did not answer immediately. I looked at him again.

"This isn't my house." I bursted out. I was not pleased.

"I know."

"Then where are you taking me?"

He kept driving. "My house."

My heart suddenly beat faster. "Why?"

He finally looked at me. "Because I can't leave you alone like this."

I stared at him through my half-drunk haze as his house appeared ahead. For the first time that night, I wondered what Damien truly intended to do with me.

We reached his house and his car rolled up to the car park. He stopped the engine and stepped out of the car, opened the door and helped me out of the car too.

“I can walk by myself.” I insisted but he didn't seem like he heard me.

“Don't decide yourself, you can't.” He snapped back.

We entered the house and walked me step by step into the living room. I can't really assess the design and proper setting of the room because of my current haze of drunkenness. He helped me to lie down on the bed and bolted into the bathroom.

“Why are you leaving me alone, Damien?” I asked him, the moment he left me for the bathroom. My voice felt weak, gradually fading into silence.

I heard nothing but a splash of the water slapping down on the floor. After a few minutes of being indoors. The door pushed open and came out in a night dress, typical of pajamas.

“You thought wrong that wine erases your pain but ends up losing your bright mind,” He casted blame on me and walked toward the tables in a corner to have a cup of clean water.

“I didn't lose my mind,” I insisted, my voice breaking into pieces, struggling to produce each syllable. “I want to erase the pain in my heart to allow me to think about how to retaliate. Nathaniel took me for granted. He betrayed trust and loyalty.”

He turned back, lifting up the glass of water toward his mouth. “And a bottle of wine will do that for you?” He sipped the water from the cup after he talked.

I forced myself from the bed, Damien moved forward to grab it. I fixed my gaze on his eyeball.

“We can take revenge on them too.” I told him without any flicker of shame. He frowned and asked, “What do you really mean?”

“We will do what they had been doing in the bedroom.” I planted a kiss on him after the word left my mouth. He wanted to resist and took away his mouth but my hand and grip is too much to resist.

We pulled away after a few minutes of heartfelt kissing. He threw me onto the bed and stretched himself over me. We went through another round of intimate kissing before we pulled apart. He helped me to take off my clothes and unhooked my bra.

He casted his lustful eyes on my breast as if he wanted to devour me like a wolf. A rush of pleasure ran through my body when he started rubbing and playing with my nipples.

A moan accidentally escaped out of my mouth. I was enjoying the moment. I don't wish for such moments to end anytime soon.

“He stared at my breast and whispered, “I need to have a taste.” He latched on my nipples and started sucking. I couldn't explain the excessive pleasure that circulated throughout my body.

“Oh baby!” I moaned repeatedly, holding his head firmly to ensure he doesn't stop anytime soon to enjoy the moment.

He later stopped sucking and hurriedly stood up. He took off his pajamas, became completely naked. I marvelled at how big his cock is. It is very long and thick.

I became attracted to touch it. I rose up from the bed, mustered a strange strength and grabbed his huge cock into my mouth. I started thrusting it in and out so fast.

He grabbed my breast in the process of doing it and squeezed it as he wished. The sudden rush of pleasure arrested my body. I totally lost total control of my entire system to sexual pleasure and desire.

“Harder please!” He moaned out aloud, for the first time. His mouth open, gasping for pleasure from the thrusting of my mouth on his cock.

I stopped and pulled down my skirt. It freely went down and I discovered that I was already wet. My pussy is aching very hard. I need a cock to be thrusting in and out.

“You are wet already, Amanda.” Damien said, his voice filled with anticipation. He pushed me onto the bed as his eyes widened, as if he wanted to swallow me alive. He laid down over me as his huge cock entered my aching pussy.

What began as a slow movement, gradually turned to fast slapping of flesh on flesh thrusting in and out. We had lost ourselves to the pleasure of the intimacy that we didn't perceive what was going on around us until the door pushed open.

The creaking of the door sent us to freeze immediately.