Negotiating with the Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

DAMON’S POVIt was crazy how easily she calms me.Makes me forget.My gun was still wet with Grant’s blood. I had dipped it in with relish as he begged me to kill him and if I closed my eyes, I could still remember his lifeless eyes as I stepped on his body in a haste to get this meeting with Snow white over with. Normally, I should be in a bar trying to quell my rage with shots of scotch or I should be cock deep in the mouth of an escort, fucking away my frustration.But watching Snow white slowly put me at ease. Her big blue eyes, her subtle defiance like her little eye roll as she got into the car, and the way she trembled at our proximity.Her innocence and the curiosity that shone in her eyes should remind me of how different we were, I was the villain in the love stories she read about not the protagonist but yet like a greedy bastard I took in her features, finally able to see beyond my blood lust and anger. The audacity of Grant thinking he could betray the family and still se

DAMON’S POV“The media is eating this up like an obese child handed greasy food,” Carol, my PR manager sang with a big smile and stars in her eyes as she stared at Snow white’s picture. “I mean for the first time your name isn’t associated with any devilish qualities,”I snatched the iPad from her hand taking a look.She was dressed in that ridiculously black gown that had done things to my head and had made me leave her almost immediately after the formalities of the wedding were conducted. The kissing at the last part hadn’t helped matters.There was something sexual and arousing about her angelic features wrapped in a sensual body-hugging black dress.“And she is quite hot. Very hot in fact,” Mathew commented from where he idly sat going through his own phone. I bet watching Snow’s white picture. She automatically became New York’s sweetheart in days but I don’t blame them, she was something different, something completely unique and I dare say special.My media team did a good job

DAMON’S POVI tiptoed into the room in the dead of the night when I am sure that Julia must be fast asleep and only realized how stupid I look sneaking into my own room when I noticed her sprawled on my bed, in my oversized clothes that should look ridiculous on anyone. But anyone wasn’t Julia because even though the clothes were twice her size, it just added to the appeal because I have had a glimpse of what was underneath and I wanted more than just a mere glimpse.Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she laid on her side facing the door. I moved towards her like I was under a spell. Her perfect makeup-free face was serene with her eyes closed as I switched on the lampstand gazing at her.She turned and muttering something sleepily, she relaxed back and I found myself almost grinning.The kiss we have shared mere hours ago still burned in my head along with the longing in my voice when I begged her to let me kiss her. I didn’t want to revisit that memory ever. I never beg for things

I bolted the door immediately I was sure he was gone but the damage has been done, my chest was heaving, the spot in between my thighs was dampened and my nipples which had brushed against his hard chest while he tortured me whined in neglect.I stepped into the bathroom, my pace hurried. I need to get away from him and soon too I thought as I stripped from his clothes and stepped into the glass tiled shower hoping that washing his cologne off me will help clear my head. I closed my eyes as the water washed over me, the shower head fully on blast, the pressure hitting my body. I tried, again and again, to stop thinking of Damien's delicious length against me, how good it had felt when he had moved against my clit, how shamelessly I wanted to arch my shoulder and hips and get myself off with his body.I scrubbed my skin keenly to distract myself from the building wetness between my thighs as I remembered his soft husky promise."Give in to me, and I'll make it all better, Snow white,"

JULIA’S POV Deciding to choose my words carefully and somehow not end up angering Damon, I slid into the seat next to him in his car, biting back my comment on how a yellow anything would have been too flashy not to talk of a Rolls Royce and although I had not included that I didn’t need a driver on my list, it was supposed to be just common sense. It was hard to keep all my opinions in, but I was proud that I silently just sat beside him when one of his bodyguards opened the door. “This is supposed to be fun for you, right?” He asked after a few minutes of the driver just speeding around aimlessly. I stared at him blankly but had to admit to myself that riding at speed in a roofless car like in the movies wasn’t as cool as I thought it’d be, because although it made Damon look like he was part of a commercial, He had on a Ray-ban sunglasses and while the wind blew on his face, ruffling his raven black hair and grey button up shirt it just somehow made him look hotter. I had spent