DARE. DATE. DESTROY

Chapter 4

Damien's lips crash on mine.

The kiss is not awkward like the first time. It's fierce and passionate. His mouth is hot and soft on mine. He pulls back and vanishes upstairs.

He comes back with a condom and wears it swiftly. He knocks his mouth on mine. He lifts me, my legs circling around his waist. He sets me gently on the soft rug, trailing his sweet kisses down from my lips to my neck and lastly to my breasts. I feel a tingle when he bites my n****e.

He lowers his hand and sets his fingers between my legs. He starts rubbing gently, making sure I'm wet for him. I dig my fingers in his hair, moaning breathlessly in his ear.

He stops and looks down at me, a little smirk on his lips. He's enjoying this. Seeing me hungry for him.

"Truth or Dare, Damien," I whisper.

"Dare." He whispers back.

"I Dare you to destroy me with every inch of your dìck."

The devilish grin spreads on his face as he parts my legs and rubs his dìck between my legs. Teasing me. He rubs it, staring at me. Torturing me. I finally grab his butt and push him inside me. We both gasp when he digs himself deep inside. Our eyes boring into each other. Our bodies entwined.

"Oh, Dani."

He strokes me. Slowly. Sweetly. Smoothly. He's making love to me. But I don't want him to make love to me. Brandon has spent the last seven years making love to me. But I want Damien to fùck me. I just went through a bad breakup and I want something new. Something fresh. Something unique.

"Harder," I whisper. "Rougher."

Damien's eyes grow darker at my request. He flips me like a pancake and enters me from the back. His hands tight on my waist. Kneeling behind me. He strokes harder and faster, making me moan. Making him groan.

He stops and takes me in his arms. He plants me on the coffee table and parts my legs. He kneels as he snakes my legs on his waist and digs himself deeper inside me. One hand is in his hair. The other hand is clawing at his butt. I moan into his mouth. He groans into my mouth.

He stops again and carries me to the couch. With my back on his chest, he fùcks me hard from his side. Rubbing his fingers between my legs. Kissing my neck. Making my entire body shake with pleasure as he reaches climax.

When I was planning the revenge kiss, I had no idea that it would lead to the best revenge sèx ever.

I turn around to look at Damien, his eyes warmer and brighter than ever. I wrap my legs around him as I draw closer to him. He's still panting after climax. His heart pounding harder.

"Can I share a tiny truth, Damien?"

"Of course."

"That's the best sèx I've ever had."

Damien doesn't say a word. He just pulls me closer and plants a brief kiss on my lips. He has been with other women. Of course I'm not his best sèx. He's a fùcking billionaire. He has slept with hotter women who are way more skilled in the sheets than me. For some strange reason, that stings. Maybe I sucked...

Brandon was the first and only man I'd been sleeping with for the last seven years. He broke my virginity. The thought of another man touching me or being inside me was disgusting. Well, until I found out Brandon has been so generous with his genitals. That just flipped everything. And now I don't give a flying fùck who I fùck.

I just want to have fun. I want to explore more. I want to have sèx with manly men like Damien. Men who know how to satisfy women. The breakup with Brandon has turned me into a whole different woman. I think I'm starting to like this new version of me.

"We should do this again," I say with a small smile, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

There's a look of surprise on his face. He doesn't seem pleased by that statement. His eyes turn cold. It's almost like I'm looking at a completely different person.

His phone suddenly rings, making him pull away from me. He almost looks relieved to be free from me. He puts on his sweatpants as he reaches for his phone. He stares at the screen in surprise before bolting out to pick up the call.

I'm left feeling confused. And reckless. And stupid. I shouldn't have said that. He's a billionaire. He doesn't want to fùck a lowlife like me ever again. It was just a moment of weakness. I feel so foolish. He just wanted fun. I gave him fun. And now he never wants to see my foolish face ever again.

I'm sliding into his black t-shirt when he swings the door open.

"I have to leave." Damien says flatly. "I don't know when I'll be back. You can watch Netflix. There are some snacks in the fridge. Have fun."

Damien doesn't even wait for my response. He just runs upstairs where he grabs a jacket and his car keys. I wonder where he's going past midnight but I don't dare ask. It's none of my business. And I don't want him to see me as some stupid snoopy stranger.

When Damien is gone, the house is silent and cold. But this time, it doesn't feel lifeless. Flashbacks hit me when I glance at the coffee table. Damien devouring me with his dìck. I get more flashbacks as I take the chicken and wine from the floor. The rug where he first made love to me. More flashbacks haunt me as I fall on the couch. The couch that carried us as he carried me to heaven.

I'm tempted to be mad at Damien but I know I shouldn't be. Not after he let me crash at his place. I'm just a stranger. It was just sèx for him. He's used to one-night stands and never seeing the women again. I'm not an exception. Maybe he's gone to see those women. Maybe I didn't satisfy him. Maybe he has run off past midnight to see the woman who secretly satisfies him...

No! I'm not going to do this to myself! I'm not going to sit here and torture myself with harsh thoughts or swim in self-pity. I should be grateful that I had the best sèx ever with the most beautiful billionaire in the country. I should be grateful that I'm spending the night at his lavish house. I should be grateful that I'm eating this scrumptious chicken paired with the richest red wine. I'm not going to wallow in self-pity. This night turned out better than I hoped. I should be overwhelmed with gratitude. Damien turned a bad breakup into the best breakup ever. I had the best revenge kiss paired with the best revenge sèx. All thanks to him. So I should be grateful. But instead, I'm a little mad.

I run upstairs and grab my phone from my purse. I can't wait to call Lana.

I have threads of texts from Brandon which I don't open. Texts from Lana asking me where the hell I am.

"Where the fùck have you been?" Lana demands when she picks. "I almost took a flight back. I was worried about you."

"You are my best friend, Lana." I say. "That's your job. Being worried about me."

"Brandon called." She says. "The man is mad. I think he's planning a murder. You were serious about kissing his boss?"

"I keep my word." I laugh. "You should have seen Brandon's face. Poor thing looked like he was going to poop his pants."

"Serves him right." She snickers. "You told me you were going to kiss him. But you forgot the part about his boss being your boyfriend."

"Damien just said that to make him back off." I huff. "He was being a little rough and Damien saved the night."

"This Damien sounds like a sweet guy."

"He let me crash at his huge house."

"You were supposed to go to your parents."

"I freaked out." I huff. "I don't know if I have the strength to see them again. Plus, I didn't want them to see me drunk. Looking like a mess. I'm glad Damien let me stay the night."

"Will you go see them tomorrow?"

"I don't know if I'm ready." I huff. "It's been seven years since I went home."

There's a brief silence before I switch the subject.

"Enough about me. Tell me about you. How's the workshop? Any new friends? Have you replaced me?"

"The workshop sucks." She huffs. "I just quit today. I've booked a flight for tomorrow. I'll be home at noon."

Lana is an aspiring writer. She signed up for the writing workshop which was supposed to run for six months. The workshop is being held in Baymond, miles and miles away from this city. I hate to say this but I'm a little relieved she's quitting and coming back home. I was a little worried six months apart would cause a drift between us.

"If you're not ready to face your parents yet," Lana continues. "You can just stay with me until you feel ready."

"I love you," I say. "And I'm sorry the workshop didn't work out. I know how excited you were about it."

"The workshop didn't work out." She says joyously. "But something else did. It's a surprise!"

"You're not going to tell me?"

"Nope!"

"Oh, that makes two of us." I giggle. "I also have an exciting story to share! You won't believe it! It's so good you will want to write about it."

"Love the suspense." She says. "Now I'm intrigued. Gotta hang up. Take care of yourself, baby girl."

"Good night, babe." I hang up.

I can't wait to share every detail of this night with Lana. The things that Damien did to me. The way he did them...

I'm lying on the big bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I feel like a teenage girl who has just discovered sèx for the first time. I bite my tongue and cup my face as the flashbacks hit me.

A couple of minutes later, a car pulls up in the driveway. I jump from the bed when the front door bursts open. Damien is back.

He's pacing around the living room, panting. He doesn't notice me walking down the stairs. He grabs the bottle of wine and smashes the TV, the pieces raining down on the floor. His eyes meet with mine when he looks back.

His eyes are dark with rage. His face contorted with fury. He doesn't look like the Damien who devoured me. He looks like the devil. A dangerous devil.

"What happened?" I ask softly. "What's the problem?"

A bark of laughter escapes his throat. A dangerous laugh.

"Truth or Dare, Dani."

"Truth."

"The only reason you're here is because I wanted someone to fùck. I wanted fun. And you were shamelessly available. There. That's the harsh truth."

Silence stretches between us. Tension heavy in the room. There's a flash of remorse in his eyes before the rage seeps back.

"I want you gone in the morning." He says calmly, not looking at me.

He bolts past me and disappears to his room.

I thought he was an angel...

But Damien is a demon.

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