Chapter 77 - Damon - 63%
I walked into the bathroom seconds later; Clara was already naked. She flashed me a seductive smile before slowly walking toward me. "Let me take your clothes off for you," she murmured, then slowly began unbuttoning my already torn shirt, never taking her eyes off mine. After she'd unbuttoned my shirt, she knelt and began taking off my pants while I pulled off the shirt. My pants fell to the floor, and as soon as she removed my underwear, I groaned as my hardened penis sprang free.
"I'm healed now, and I no longer feel any pain," she murmured, an innocent look in her eyes contrasting sharply with her words.
"Suck my dick first," I murmured, turning on the shower. She wasted no time grabbing my dick and shoving it into her mouth. "Oh fuck," I moaned, burying my fingers in her hair. "Yes, baby, that feels so good," I moaned louder as she gagged slightly. She pulled my dick from her mouth and began pumping me with her hand. "Put it back," I murmured, then hissed when she placed my balls in her mouth. "Oh fuck!" I cried out as my legs shook. This girl was going to be the death of me. Only Clara could make sex feel this heavenly.
After sucking on my balls, she placed my dick back in her mouth. I grabbed her head and continued until I came. Clara tried swallowing it all, but a little trickled down her lips before being washed away by the shower. I lifted her, spun her around, and slammed into her without waiting for an invitation.
"Fuck!" she screamed, pressing her hand against the tiled wall. "You wanted me to fuck you, right? I'm going to fuck you so hard until you beg me to stop," I murmured, slamming roughly into her. Our moans intertwined; the sounds of our bodies bouncing off the walls turned me on even more. I placed my hand on her chest, lifting her slightly to arch her back and fondle her breasts. "So soft. Your pussy is milking me, baby," I murmured as my thrusts became more frantic. "Damon, please," she begged. I didn't understand her plea, but when she began moving her hips to match my pace, I knew what she wanted: faster. And that's exactly what I did.
I fucked Clara in every corner of the bathroom. She came several times, and it felt good seeing her legs shake after each release. After several rounds, I pulled away when her breathing became too ragged. We bathed and then got dressed. She suggested matching pajamas, which I didn't know we owned until she pulled them out.
"I bought them last time I went out with Gwen and the others. Please wear it with me," she pleaded, giving me puppy-dog eyes. How could I say no?
"No," I muttered. Her eyes widened as I walked away. "But I bought them for both of us! Why won't you wear it?" she asked. I sighed before turning to her. "First, it's still very bright outside, and second, I have a reputation to uphold. Do you think anyone will fear me if they see me in this?" I asked. She frowned. "Why does that matter? If you want to make me happy, then you'll wear it," she said.
"I'm not wearing that," I muttered. She frowned. "Okay then. I'll be spending the night with Aunt Amelia. You can spend the night with your reputation," she muttered, putting on the onesie. I sighed. This woman!
"Give it to me," I muttered. She grinned, handing it over. "Thank you, baby," she murmured, standing on her toes to kiss me. "We'll go out tonight for pizza, and we'll wear our onesies there," she said. I paused. Was she intentionally trying to embarrass me, or was this punishment?
"Clara…"
"If you don't want to do it, then I'll do it with someone else," she said, about to pull the onesie from my hand when I moved away, glaring at her. "Stop threatening me like that; I hate it," I muttered. She put her hand on her hip. "I'll stop when you stop being a baby about things like this. Do I embarrass you?" she asked. I frowned. "Of course not, but…"
"Then this shouldn't be embarrassing because no matter what you wear, you're still Damon Donovan, the Death Viper," she said. My eyes widened. "You know about Death Viper? More importantly, you know it's me?" I asked. She nodded. "But don't ask me how. Hurry up and get dressed already," she murmured. I got dressed. [Content is property © NovelDrama.Org]
As soon as I was done, she gushed, pinching my cheeks. "You are so cute in this onesie. Maybe I'll buy more and…"
"No," I muttered, and she rolled her eyes. A knock sounded, followed by Luca's voice. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but your father is asking for you, Alpha," Luca said. I sighed, turning to Clara, who already had a frown.
"I'll be back before you know it, I promise," I murmured, kissing her forehead before walking out of the closet with her following. The door opened, and I saw Delilah beside Luca; she was trying to talk to him, but he wasn't listening.
"What's going on?" I asked, walking toward them. "Nothing, Alpha, let's leave," Luca said, turning and walking away before I could stop him. Delilah sighed before turning to me and bursting out laughing. "Oh my goddess, you look like a child," she said between laughs. I glared at her, then turned to Clara, who seemed to be holding back laughter as well. "I'll deal with you later," I muttered to Clara, flicking Delilah's forehead to stop her laughter. It worked. I left them and went to my parents' mansion. Luca was waiting for me in my father's office. I knew whatever was about to be discussed was serious.
"What is it?" I asked. My father sighed. "I'm not going to waste time. The South has teamed up with the West, and they're coming for you. They want to bring you down, and they've already started with the company," my father said. Luca handed me a paper. I glanced at it, surprised by the amount of shares that had dropped. "What are you going to do?" my father asked. I smirked. "Nothing. Let them come."