So that he won't repeat himself, she stammered, "I was try-trying to pick Ab-Abby's call. I promise I wasn't tryi-trying to run away." He chuckled at her desperate attempt to make the lie believable. "Pretty little liar, your face betrays a lot, sadly." He placed the back of his palm on her cheeks, his face dark, "You can't run from me, Maya; no matter how hard you try to, I'll always find you. Even in the deepest part of hell. And when I find you, you get punished according to how long you were away from me, understand?" His tone was so soft and gentle it could have fooled anybody but not her. She could see through him, and She trembled under his touch. "Y-yes, maestro " She kept eye contact with him. He smiled and kissed her tender lips. Surprisingly he didn't bite or gnaw, just light feathery kisses around her face. "I'm sorry I hurt you, I didn't want to, but you made me do it. I wasn't myself; I just wanted you to focus on me. Just me without faking it." he made their forehea
Authors POV **_THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON_** Damon sat in his office, pencil in his mouth and a light sheet of paper on the table; he was sketching on it, light shades, and soon a familiar frame began to appear. It was her again. He discarded the paper immediately. It made him annoyed. Why couldn't he get her out of his head, no matter how he tried to? She stuck on him like a tattoo, and he couldn't rub her off. During the last few weeks, she was there; he had grown restless without her. Like right now, it was taking all his willpower not to go to her knowing she was just a drive away from him. **_What is so special about her? Her softness? Her innocence? or maybe it is my obsession to break her hope_** He remembered her broken whispers the day before; 'I haven't done it before_.' It had melted him. But then again, wasn't that another game added to his toxic collection? Recently he had started doing strange things that he had never done before. Last night he found himself lo
Maya's POV "Aren't you hungry?" Maestro asks me, curling my hair in his hand. We were in his infamous room, and the atmosphere was light. He was calm now, and I was seated on his lap while he toyed with me. I stayed still, and when he got tired of playing with my hair, he left me to the shower. As hard as it was to believe, he didn't change, nor did his excellent ingenuine treatment towards me; he even brought me gifts and didn't pass on an opportunity to touch me. I was accustomed to being treated well in exchange for my complete submission. He still hadn't made a move to get intimate with me since that first day, but I knew he wanted to; I could see it in his eyes each time I was undressed and when I had clothes on. It made me remember the goon's conversations. They were right; this was an obsession. The yearn to own and control. With him this way, it was going to be hard to leave. It's been a week, and throughout that week, I haven't seen Sir Derinem. That was because I was
Authors POV His treatment of Allysia didn't surprise her. She expected it and maybe even yearned for it. She was one of his cagnas. His favorite one, at that. And also, she was no ordinary person, a minister's daughter, and when he needed it, she used her connections to aid him. But one thing he drew the line on was coming to see him when she wasn't called. Damon wasn't going to let her off the hook so quickly. She tried to touch him again as if her whole life depended on it, but he pushed her away. "Why are you acting so cold towards me? Or don't you miss me?" He ignored her question and asked, "You haven't told me what you are doing here." "Since you didn't want to come to me, I decided to come to you." she strolled past him, frustrated, her eyes falling on Maya, who didn't want to be there at that moment. Allysia's face tightened when she saw Maya. How she kissed him was enough evidence that she was Maestro's mistress. Allysia wasn't someone she wanted to mess with. However,
He strode into the hotel with grace, thoroughly tired and still expectant. Allysia's croons had left him in such a rigid state he couldn't concentrate. It felt like an eternity since he had a woman. A woman who understood what he was. He wasn't a monster. He was just something else. Maya! ### He clenched his fist, ignoring the receptionist that greeted him by the counter; there was no use in asking where the whore was, he knew. **Room 42** She called it her favorite fun spot. If she wanted fun, then let it begin. Today, there would be no Maya, he would be back for her later, but now, this was his me time. Not bothering to knock, he pushed the door open, and his lips stretched. The smile disappeared immediately it appeared. Allysia was in the room, stretched out on the bed like a cat; she was dressed in lacy lingerie that showed more than it hid. When she saw him, she crawled on all fours to him, her two fingers into his pocket; she made a swipe with her tongue on his zipper
Damon's POV I couldn't believe what just came out of my mouth; Allysia had a killer look; I tapped her gently on her face, "Go wash off." She turned to the bathroom, and soon the shower was running. I zipped up and sat on the bed in the darkness, wondering what I had become. Was this nature's vengeance on me? For the women, I treated like dirt? And so destructive was nature that it made me obsess over someone who didn't want me. I caught myself in time before the fury rose to my throat. All those times with Allysia, I still couldn't get her out of my head. Allysia just gave me a blissful time, and all I could repay her was to call her Maya. Maya froze when I touched her. Maya hated me. Maya didn't even want me touching her. Even now, with Allysia right here, I wanted to drive back and watch her sleep. I knew she would be naked, just like I wanted, her slim body taking up a tiny space of the bed, curled like a ball with her breath-like music. Her innocence was so open for all t
Though she had fallen asleep before him, he woke up before her, looking into her sleepy face. The cover was on her waist, leaving her upper body bare, pink nipples hardening from the cold. Her hair was a jungle of strands thrown in all directions, and all he wanted was to sink his finger into it, inhale on it But he decided not to, for she was a light sleeper. Any little movement, she would be on her ass, recognition in her eyes as she looked around the room like it was hell. Unable to hold himself longer, he moved her hair from her face, leaning his face close to hers, his elbow supporting his weight. His breath woke her up. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open, a surprised look on her face when she got in sync with her surroundings. "Maestro..." She began puzzled He placed a finger on her lips. "Don't say anything," She tried to sit up, but he didn't budge; he flattened his palm on her abdomen, applying gentle pressure so she understood that he wanted her on her back. "Do you
Maya's POV Griiiiiiiin Griiiiiiiin The phone rings, making me jolt out of my thoughts. Maestro, putting on a white polo, went over to pick it up, the phone between his ear and shoulders, struggling to put on a watch. Three days since he touched me that way, and since then, it was all I could think of to the extent I was ashamed of it. Why did he do that? I can still remember the feel of his hair against my hands, the mischief in his eyes as he looked up at me, and the way his tongue rounded on my nipples. My thoughts were getting out of hand. If Dora were here, she would be so ashamed of me. I haven't seen Sir Derinem ever since I confessed to him. I wondered if he had left me to myself Or didn't believe me enough to find Dora. Whichever way the case, it took all my strength to keep my faith in him strong. Not wanting to feel hopeless, I stood up and began to prepare for bed, stripping bare. His face was to the wall, and I prayed he wouldn't see me till I was under the covers.