All Chapters of Vended to Don Damon: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Iris’s POVThe judge was leaning her jaw on her interlaced palms, staring at Damon’s consigliere with a bored expression on her face.“What is it this time, defense counsel?” She demanded, and the consigliere bounded out of his bench.“The prosecution counsel is yet again asking the witness misleading questions that have nothing to do with the trial. What does Miss Teresa’s drinking have to do with the case we’re dealing with?”“It has everything to do with it!” The lanky lawyer argued, “Her testimony might be influenced by the alcohol in her system, and in most cases, testimonies from alcohol addicts are not admissible in court!”“Well prove to us she’s an addict, then!”The judge suddenly banged her fist on the desk, yelling at the top of her voice. “Enough of this nonsense, you two!” She bolted to her feet, shaking with rage. “How dare you do this in my courtroom? What do you not understand about maintenance of law and order, especially as lawyers that you are?!”A deafening silenc

Iris’s POVI looked in all directions carefully, making sure no one was paying special or suspicious attention to me. And Gary wasn’t following me.And when I was certain that everyone else just minded their business like I was doing, I slipped out the exit door on the East wing of the courtroom.I had seen Gary move towards Damon after I’d brazenly asked him if he would go into the bathroom with me, so I was sure they wouldn’t notice I was gone until much later.The resolve to escape from Damon had grown stronger after they had put on a display of tricks and lies during the trial session, rubbing salt into my somewhat healing injury. How could he dare bring the woman that betrayed me to lie in the courtroom?! The daring audacity baffled me.He wanted to keep doing criminal, evil things without getting checked by the law, doing whatever he wanted, not caring who he would hurt in the process.My hatred for him had deepened in those moments, and I had sworn that my escape from him would

Iris’s POV“How much longer until we get there?”I was getting overstimulated now, having sat for more than an hour, strapped to this seat.“It’s funny that’s the first thing you say after long minutes of silence,” Luca said, scoffing.I sighed, throwing my head to the side of the window. “Well, what else am I supposed to say, then?”“I asked you a question earlier,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road. “I asked if you don’t think it’s sad?”“What’s sad?”He rolled his eyes then, shaking his head. “The girl and butterfly story. Didn’t you get it?”I’m trying not to get it…would that be a good answer?“I have more important things to worry about, Luca, so please if you don’t mind, we should focus on getting to the port. And how long until we get there?”Sighing resignedly, he smacked his palm gently on the steering wheel. “We should be there in less than twenty minutes.”I looked away and adjusted in my seat, smoothing my palm over my chest to ease the storm that was roaring within.

Iris’s POV“What do you want with me?”I clenched my fists at my side, glaring at him.“You haven’t answered my question,” he bit out, turning to face me fully. “Where were you off to, with that boy? I told you to stay away from—““I was trying to escape from you, okay?” I yelled, pretty sure the veins were standing out on my neck, “What? Do you think I’m afraid to say that out loud to you? I’m not afraid of you!”He glared at me silently for a moment, his jaw twitching, and without another word, he turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life gingerly. “We should get out of here.”I glared at him in disbelief, wondering why he was suddenly avoiding the conversation. “Did you hear me at all? Something happened to your ears?”He glanced at me then, his eyes flashing. “You better watch that sweet mouth of yours,” he warned, returning his gaze to the highway as he drove off.“Stop avoiding the question!”“Of course, I heard you, Iris!” He screamed back, ramming his palm aga

Iris’s POV“Do you know what you’re asking for?”He was gazing down at me with passion-heavy eyes, running his thumb feverishly across my bottom lip.“I don’t,” I whispered through slightly parted lips, “that’s why I’m asking you to show me.”Who was this girl?! She was hot and sexually bothered by the way this devil kept looking at her…He started to move in closer, backing me into the car, and placing his two hands above me on the car.I held my breath as he ever so slowly leaned into me, his lips hovering over mine. “Fine.” He crashed his lips down on mine, biting and nibbling and suckling, drawing deep-throated moans from me as our salivas mixed.Burning with a crazy need for him, I reached up and pulled his head in, trying as hard as possible to out-kiss him and melting into his hard frame, the desire weakening me to my toes.In a blind frenzy of desire, he picked me up swiftly and set me down on the bumper, and in the process, the bulge in his pants rubbed against my jeans in th