CHANGED PLAN

AISHA

Deep down in me, I was a bit confused on what to do with the underwear, but everything matters at the moment. Every small piece of evidence, every lie, every hidden secret was a weapon I could use when the right time came. I had tucked Mabel’s red g-string safely away where Damian would never find it, but the memory of it falling from his pocket burned in the back of my mind.

That night, Damian made love to me with a wild, desperate hunger. He pinned me to the bed, sliding down between my thighs and eating my vagina, using his tongue inside my vagina like a small penis. Dear Goddess of the Moon, I enjoyed every bit of that. The heat radiating from his skin, the intense rhythm of his mouth—it completely drove me out of my senses. I didn't want him to stop, and I cried and begged him for more when he pulled his tongue out.

"Don't stop, please!" I sobbed softly, spreading my legs wider while I begged for more, my hands gripping the silk bedsheets till my knuckles turned white.

Damian is good in bed, I swear. Samson is sweet in his own wild, passionate way, and I don't know if there is any real difference between the two of them, but in that moment, Damian had me completely helpless. He listened to my pleas, sliding back down and using his fingers to scrub the walls of my vagina while his tongue was still right there, driving me to the absolute edge.

No, I thought through the haze of sheer pleasure, my hips lifting to meet his face. I am not letting Mabel have a taste of him. The thought of her touching him made my stomach turn into knots.

When he finally rose up and sank his long, rigid length inside me, his penis did wonders in my pussy. The thrusting was fast and furious, taking my breath away until the entire room seemed to spin. We moved together in a feverish, relentless rhythm until we both climaxed for the second time, our bodies slick with sweat and gasping for air in the dim light of the bedroom.

He collapsed beside me, his heavy chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling.

As the high of the sex began to fade, the cold reality of the night crept back in. I rolled onto my side, resting my head on my arm as I looked at his sharp jawline.

"What were you really discussing with Mabel?" I asked softly.

Honestly, I shouldn't have asked right then—if not for the fingering and the amazing tongue work inside my pussy hole putting me in such a vulnerable state, I would have kept my mouth shut. But I couldn't help it. I just hoped with everything in me that he didn't do the exact same things to Mabel in that private study.

Damian froze. He didn't answer right away. He slowly turned to the other side of the bed, giving me his cold, muscular back, and said in a flat tone, "You just don't want to know, Aisha."

A surge of hot frustration flared in my chest. I sat up, grabbing his broad shoulder and pushing him around so he was forced to face me again.

"What do you mean I don't want to know?" I demanded, my voice trembling with rising anger. "Have you forgotten that we have a plan? The plan is to destroy Mabel for killing my little brothers and Alpha Brad, and for lying to the whole world that I did it! Except for your protection, I cannot even move around safely, and you know I want my freedom!"

Damian sat up slowly, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a heavy, dangerous intensity. The softness from just minutes ago was completely gone.

"You have freedom as long as you remain with me, Aisha," Damian said, his voice dropping into a low, possessive growl.

I stared at him, stunned. "Remain with you? That wasn't the deal, Damian! The plan was for me to get my revenge and leave. Now you want to keep me here like a prisoner in a golden cage?"

Damian reached out, gripping my chin in a tight, firm hold that forced me to look straight into his storm-filled eyes.

"I have fallen in love with you, Aisha," he said in a harsh, terrifying tone that sounded more like a threat than a confession.

Without waiting for me to say a single word back, he let go of my face, turned back onto his side, pulled the covers over his waist, and slept off.

I sat there in the quiet darkness of the room, listening to his heavy, steady breathing. My heart was pounding, a bitter laugh bubbling in my throat.

Who tells a woman about love in this harsh tune? I thought to myself, pulling my knees up to my chest. It felt cold, violent, and possessive. Samson does it so differently—Samson talks about love passionately, sweetly, and romantically, making me feel like a queen rather than a prized possession.

I looked down at Damian's sleeping form, my hands trembling slightly under the sheets. He claimed he loved me, but he was hiding secrets about Mabel, and he wanted to trap me here forever. I lay back down, staring up at the dark ceiling, knowing that every move I made from this moment on had to be even more careful than before.