DAMON As I hurried my steps toward the elevator which would take me to the lobby, I fanned my face, totally unaware of the fact that my body was still wet. After pressing for the elevator, I finally noticed how exposed my body was thanks to the soiled white shirt I had on. The towel in my hand felt small as I wondered how I would dry myself before I get to the lobby. Well... I could lie if my mother asks questions. I have been doing a lot of that these days anyway. The faint sound that came with the doors of the elevator sliding apart reached my ears and I rushed into the waiting space while drying my body as fast as I could. Almost nervously, the towel dabbed my broad chest and as I did that, I instantly recalled how her body pressed against mine. The crazy warmth I felt at that moment filled my mind. But, I ignored that recollection and continued with what I was doing as the elevator began its ride. While taking long, calming breaths, I tucked my shirt in and noted the slight

DAMON "Are you okay?" I asked Selena as I pushed the dead man off her body. A small groan escaped her lips as she stood upright, her hand clutching her head. As my eyes roamed the numerous bloodstains on her outfit, I found myself frowning. "You need to get rid of-" Selena sent a sharp gaze in my direction. It was sharp enough to shut me up. Then, she asked, "Are you worried about me, Damon Jones?" The tone of her voice contradicted the evil look in her eyes and I became more confused. My hands which were wrapped around her arms were soon withdrawn and with caution, I watched her as she looked away and checked the stains on her leather jacket. The light-coloured top she wore underneath was heavily stained as well. And, as I stared more and more at those blemishes, I became concerned for myself. The sight of blood was starting to get to me and all I wanted at that moment was to throw Selena into the shower so she could get clean. "I knew you were useless," Lucius spoke from behin

SELENA It was finally happening! The very moment I needed was finally happening. As Damon dragged my towel off my body, I felt certain excitement within me and I knew I really wanted that moment. The few times I ever feel that excited are when I have missions to go on or when I have to deal with disobedient members and defaulters. As I felt his hands gently squeeze my buttocks, I felt a rush and I took my hands to his shirt. While our kiss kept making slippery noises while getting more intense, I began to work on getting rid of his buttoned shirt. When his shirt was out of the picture, I hurriedly reached for his trousers whose zipper cooperated. Blinded by my need to hold his dick in my hands again, I didn't bother to get the outfit off him. His trousers hung around his legs helplessly. Slowly, I began to stroke him through his briefs. I wore a smile as I felt his erection grow little by little. My smile widened even more as one of his hands made its way to my bosom and began t

DAMON "Shit!" I cursed loudly as I realized I didn't take my clothes with me. As I stared down at my penis and the little redness smeared over its shaft, I wondered what happened to Selena that she stopped what we had going. I was so close to feeling that explosive orgasm. I could feel my insides rush with excitement. I can still recall how my legs curled with desire as our bodies moved rhythmically. Selena felt what I felt as well, I could tell. The look on her face, the way her hands demanded my touch by digging her fingers into my skin, all that was enough to tell me that she enjoyed what we were sharing as much as I did. But something happened mid-way that I couldn't decipher. As my legs paced the small space that barricaded the bathroom from the corridor ahead, I felt a chill embrace my total nakedness. With haste, I scanned the room and when I found a small mountain of folded towels tucked in a corner, I rejoiced. It would indeed be a sad thing if I step out into t

DAMON I felt my fingers dig into the hard surface of the device in my hand. My brows twitched with anger as Ethan locked eyes with me for a prolonged moment. While his honey-like orbs danced with delight, Ethan wore a smirk on his face and Basiton made a certain noise with his mouth. As the taller man shuffled his legs toward Ethan, he asked, "Do you know Pretty Boy?" "Know him?" That voice... I hated it so much. The few times I heard its thickness which had some croaking effects each time he spoke, I always felt a rush of anger in my bones. Well, that was understandable. He always reminded me of someone I hate to remember. "Of course, I know him. Why won't I know my half-brother?" "Brother?" Basiton was certainly amused. After he looked in my direction, he quickly darted his eyes toward Ethan who still had a gloating aura around him despite him being in a situation where he could become a prisoner. "You didn't tell me you had a brother, Ethan." "Half-brother," I corrected, the h