Chapter 5 My Nightmare

Lindsey's POV

The night sky was somber, yet I couldn't see it or feel it. I was nervous, sweaty, and jittery.

I paced to and fro in my room. It hasn't changed; nothing was touched except for the fact that the maids did a proper cleanup.

I had locked myself inside, and Damian's voice was calling out to me from outside.

I also locked my windows too, because he didn't mind jumping through them to get to me.

He wouldn't leave me alone, and he kept knocking, begging me to come out and see the lovely sky.

My panic was for Miguel. The last I saw of him was being ridden away by his father in a limousine.

My head throbbed, restlessness had me, and I tried to stay positive that he lives.

I scoffed, recalling the first day I became a fan. He saved me from drowning in a river.

It was my first suicide during my abusive years with my stepbrothers.

He couldn't swim, and I ended up saving him instead. I chuckled, but my smile faded when I felt Damian's presence.

His palm on my shoulders as whispers;

"You're mine, Lindsey; no one can ever have you."

I shuddered as an unchained wild feeling gushed inside. I was trembling, and depression set in again.

Happiness was never for me, and I never remember the last time I was happy.

I slowly shut my eyes and moved to the window.

I had told one of the maids to text me if Dad returned. I depend on her for information.

Please, he should be alive.

Then a message pops up on my screen. I heaved a sigh, as it implied Dad was back. Luckily, I got myself a taser.

Hastily, I grabbed the taser on my bed just to defend myself from Damian if he might be lurking around, and then I left the room.

It was suddenly dark in this part of the hallway, which was bizarre. However, I knew every corner of the house.

I hastened my footsteps, intending to rush downstairs when I felt a strong grip pulling me aside.

My body rammed into something soft, and from his breath, I knew he was the one.

"Caught you, my lady," he whispers. I tried to switch on the taser, but it slipped off my hand.

The maid just tricked me into getting out.

I tried to wrestle from his hold as I cried.

He dragged me to his room, locked the door, and let out a satisfying sigh.

"Damian, don't," I muttered as he raked his fingers through his hair, then he snickered.

"You're my puppet!" He barked, and I froze. He was mad at me.

He threw me on his bed, and my body bounced. My lips were trembling as I shook, and a mix of emotions flushed inside me.

"Fuck Lindsey, why can't I just get you off my mind?" He laughed as I tried to crawl out of bed.

I could confront anyone but not Damian.

He yanked my hair and hauled me back onto the bed as his hands ripped off my clothes.

I curl myself into a ball, trying to cover my nakedness from his feasting eyes.

No, not again!

He stretched his hand to me, and I pushed his hand away, but he grabbed my breast, and I winced.

"Don't you get it, bitch? I own you, no one else," he roared, and my body quaked. I couldn't think straight either, but I was getting wet from his touch.

He loomed over me, his eyes searching for mine as he made me lose my senses.

His greedy mouth took bold possession of mine as he draped my arms.

He made mincemeat of my will as he mapped my body with his, and I gasped in his mouth.

I was unsettled as the muscles on my skin stiffened. He moved slowly with me on the bed.

My legs wrapped around his waist as I shook my head.

The head of his dick nudged my pussy walls as he pushed further, twisting frantically inside me.

It was a heart-stopping tenderness, having to taste his mint-flavored tongue and the smell of cocaine on him.

My breasts jingled as he thrust faster. I clutched a fistful of his shirt. Feeling warm, wet, and recessed.

His tongue dips and swirls with mine. His eyes were icy and wearing mockery.

His hands purposely stretch me on the bed. I swallowed hard as he filled me with his saliva.

He took his mouth from mine and watched my facial reaction. I was helpless, and my world was surrounded by darkness.

The walls are a dull gray, the curtains are heavy and dark, and the lighting is as dim and muted as my heart.

Someday, I wish to break out of it and not get consumed by his searing needs. My voice was subdued.

His wild, fierce, possessive thrust made my body absorb the feel of him.

He was hot, groaning in my ears. He didn't want anyone but me.

Did he really wait this long to have me in his arms again?

My skin tinderered beneath his touch as I couldn't understand the sensation around my chest, knees, and stomach.

He was making me want him.

His face was buried in my hair, and I could feel his teeth around my collarbone, biting off the flesh.

My body vibrated, and then I felt it. His meaty cock, big and fussing hard inside my pussy.

I was convulsing on the bed as I felt so wet already.

I rolled my eyes to the back, and he glides on me; his dick pumps inside of me.

"Please, Damian...arghh."

He covered my mouth with his hand, and I bit it so hard. He strolls freely on me.

"Shit, you're still tight" he commented, forcing his dick deeper to just have my pussy suck him all in.

My eyes pleaded, but he wouldn't listen, and I was getting shackled by his raging lust.

What if we were never related? Would I have ended up with him?