The Mobster Ruthless Muse: Mama? Don't you want us?

Chapter 2

The rain silently dripped down on their apartment window as Lilith turned around, letting Damon clean the dirt off her back and legs. Her eyes were closed, breath even, clearly relaxed, when her eyes opened immediately as she felt Damon's hand sneakily going up her thighs just when the wet cloth went down her back.

This handsy guy..

Lilith closed her eyes again then opened one eye the instant Damon's hand landed on her thigh. “Get that f*****g hand out of my thigh… right now!” she said coldly through gritted teeth.

But the only thing she got as a response was Damon leaning his head closer towards her face, giving multiple pecks and licking her cheeks after, wetting her face, which made her furrow her brows in disgust, feeling of wanting to vomit. “You disgusting perv.”

“Lily—” Lilith cut him off.

“I already told you…" Narrowing her eyes as she paused, her jaws clenching as she gritted, word by word, "Don't call me Lilly ever again.”

Silence... Then a chuckle. “Why so feisty today, Lilith?” Damon's voice was low as he slowly took another clean cloth, dipping it in a bowl filled with water as he cleaned off her wet cheek. “Aren’t you happy that you had a baby—”

Damon paused, Lilith could see a faint green vein bulging out of Damon's hand, hearing his phone ringing amidst his speaking.

Lilith just wanted to laugh at him, without any sympathy, but she really felt tired now.

So, with eyes once again closed, she exhaled, her consciousness drifting to the land of darkness as she felt Damon leaving the bed to answer the call.

“……”

It seemed work was really important for this guy even if they had been extremely intimate a while ago. Lilith thought so before she had really fallen asleep.

“Argh,” Lilith groaned in annoyance, twitching her nose, smelling an odd but too familiar perfume and alcohol mixed together in the air. Lilith slowly opened her eyes, instantly seeing Damon's enlarged red face near her.

Without having to think of anything, her other hand rose as she drowsily pushed Damon's face away from her… hard enough for Damon to fall down on the floor with a loud bang.

It sounds like the fall really hurts.

Did she really push that hard..?

“...”

Lilith silently sat up, her eyelashes lowered, looking down at Damon on the ground, who also looked back at her with those familiar drunken eyes.

Lilith bent her back forward, coming closer towards Damon, who had thought she would be giving him a kiss, so his lips unconsciously pouted together, taking the initiative to lean his face to hers.

Lilith, who came to smell him more clearly, felt her nose being assaulted by a woman's perfume and a strong smell of alcohol mixed with it.

She backed away, scrunching up her nose as she assumed a vomiting stance before covering up her nose, reaching for a pillow at her side as she threw it at Damon, who crawled up on the bed after she distanced herself.

“Did you f*****g go drinking again!?” she asked, taking one more pillow to place in front of her to block Damon from coming over. “You know that I have added clauses on our contract that you can’t drink anymore, right?! Why are you breaking the rules now?”

Damon stopped crawling as he also sat up, looking at her confusedly for a sec, “Our contract had three rules only,” he emphasized, before he once again resumed crawling towards her.

A green vein bulged out at Lilith's forehead, throwing the extra pillow in her hand to Damon's head, so Damon once again fell on his back, though now it was on their bed.

Annoyed, Lilith stood up on the bed, taking another pillow, her eyes flashed with murderous intent as she, step by step, went towards Damon. The intention for something bad to happen continued growing as her hand holding the pillow rose.

Tilting her head, the corner of her lips curled up before it went down as her eyes flashed with a couple of doubts and anger, making her bite her lower lip until it bled. “Do you even remember those three set of rules right now? And also..” Her raised hand fell as she sat down, still a distance away from Damon but close enough for her to poke his eyes—hard, venting her frustration over the assault from earlier. “Where did you go such a foul smell on you?”

A low groan escaped from Damon's lips as he opened his eyes, sitting on the bed in a flash as he stared right through her with those dark eyes, as if he were trying hard to stare right through her soul.

Lilith scooted over, distancing herself further, her eyes glaring. “What now!? ”

Damon once again crawled on all fours. Lilith could not describe the frustration and annoyance building up inside her chest, but she knew that she felt like getting something hard and some metal to hammer down the senses out of Damon's head.

Though it died down instantly the moment she saw how Damon was crawling too slowly, much slower than a snail but faster than a turtle, while answering only her last question.

She was supposed to calm down now because she got the answer, but it didn't make her anger quell, hearing Damon respond in such an inaudible voice.

“You went to a bar? After having s*x with me—!” Lilith took a deep breath, stopping herself as she closed her eyes, patting her chest gently. A moment of silence hovered between the two of them as Damon continued to look at her confusedly while crawling slowly towards her.

Massaging the skin where her heart is located, her eyelids lowered, “Who did you go there…for?”

Damon paused for a brief moment, regaining clarity for a moment, then his head lowered, responding, “Liana is in the country.”

Lilith stared at Damon's lowered head. She went silent.

She should have guessed it after smelling that odd perfume—no, she should have guessed it the moment Damon said he went to a bar, even if the two of them clearly had written clauses on the contract the two of them drafted together.

“… Liana is back?” Lilith chuckled. “Your first love is back, so you went to have s*x with her after having s*x with me?” Even she felt her words were so unbelievable, but Damon?

It was not that unbelievable if it was him as the subject.

She should have guessed it after smelling that odd perfume—no, she should have guessed it the moment Damon said he went to a bar, even if the two of them clearly had written clauses on the contract the two of them drafted together.

“That is not true!” Damon raised his head; those eyes that always seemed so relaxed and cold seemed to widen at her words, as if he were hurt at being accused.

Lilith snickered at her thoughts. But even if she really knows Damon was hurt... she can't bring herself to care, because she doesn't want to care. Her gaze went still, laying on Damon's collar for a moment, as the corner of her lip lifted in mockery, “There are lipstick stains on your collar… Did the two of you kiss when the two of you met up?”

Damon's head once again lowered at her words.

Lilith sneered.

“As expected of you, Damon.”

She stood up, away from the bed, wanting to leave the room, though she halted her footsteps as Damon, who kept quiet once again, made a sound.

“I realized it after meeting with her…I don’t love her anymore.” Damon paused, clutching their quilt. He deeply sighed, “I think I love you.”

A confession that made Lilith burst out laughing instantly, both of her hands clutching her belly as she looked at his blushing figure jokingly.

“Don’t fall’—’don’t get attached’–’don’t go mad’. Those are the three sets of rules we agreed on while having this relationship. Did you forget it, Damon?” she laughed, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of Damon's words.

Damon crawled forward until he also left the bed, walking wobbly towards her, closing in their distance, but Lilith stepped back with every wobbly step he took, her brows flicking in extreme disgust. “What? Are you going to touch me after touching another? Oh please, can you even think of how dirty you are right now–”

“How about you?” His words cut her off as she leant her back close to the wall.

Lilith, being cornered with no way out, had her brows furrowed, twitching her eyes in mock. “Well, Mr, I am only doing those kinds of dirty things towards you, unlike how you –"

“No.”

Slap!

Silence.

A moment of silence once again filled their surroundings as Lilith felt a slight itch on her palm after the impulsive slap.

“Don’t interrupt me when I talk.” Her voice was cold, not even blinking at what she had just done, her gaze devoid of any emotion as she stared at those darkened eyes.

Surely this guy's patience has already run out.

But..

Damon's forehead creases as his lips pursed into a thin line. Lilith's lips curled, smiling softly as she raised her hand to gently touch those cheeks that turned red because of her slap, though her voice contrasted her actions as she said some words dripping in darkness, “Is it so hard to let me finish my sentence first? ”

Damon only lowered his head, eyes looking straight into her own hazelnut eyes that brimmed in vibrance for mischievous thoughts..

Silence continued to envelop them for a few hours before Damon once again opened his mouth just when she let go and turned her back to turn the knob of their door. “Did you break anything from those set of rules?”

Lilith stopped on her tracks, tilting her head, her lips curled up in a sneer, looking back at Damon, who still stood rotten on his spot, her brows raised in mock disbelief. "I don’t dare to.”

The phone once again rang, breaking off the silence that enveloped them after her words fell.

Lilith, who finally knew who had called Damon earlier for him to leave her after putting her in such ugly pajamas, only felt she was being treated like a joke, “And you said you love me? I don’t dare to claim such love.”

Because he was Damon. A mob boss. Love for these mafias, are known as mockery.

A mockery.

Her mother taught her so..

After the slap, Lilith felt her palm finally stinging in pain, replacing the itch at the sound of the familiar ringtone once again making noise that tingled her ears.

Her eyes rolled, with no one to stop her again, she made her way towards the door without turning back, not minding the unspeakable ache that suddenly hit her chest.

But still… with her hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it down, her eyes flickered, pursing her lips, hearing Damon still answering that call.

“I will be there." Those words coming out from behind made Lilith exhale slowly then finally say, turning back to look at Damon when those words left his mouth, “You broke the clause of the original contract of this marriage, Damon… then broke the clause of the contract that we together had drafted, though I don’t believe you one bit for it." Lilith's doe eyes bent, her cheeks puffing as she smiled.

“So we can end this kind of relationship earlier.”

Damon furrowed his brows the instant she said those words. Still with the phone clinging to his cheeks, he stepped closer, free hand raised, about to hold Lilith's hands. When she stepped back, the voice from the other end of the phone call sounded just after she distanced herself.

“Damon? Are you with someone else right now–?” The voice was cut off abruptly as Damon threw his phone hard at the side, aggressively taking a step forward towards her when she attempted to open the door. After he came closer towards her with strong aggression that her heart skipped a beat for a moment in fear.

Fear..

She felt, fear?

Damon yanked her left arm as he faced her towards himself and cornered her once again on the wall.

Lilith slightly winced when her back hit the wall after Damon's aggressive stance, struggling, and then after, realizing that Damon was really laying a hand on her and making her feel scared. She burst out, shouting, “You f*****g unhand me now or I f*****g kick your balls until you beg that you don’t f*****g mess with me! You f*****g retarded perv!!!!!!!” Damon stared at her. She stared at him back, eyes burning in hatred as she continued to struggle her wrist out of Damon's hold.

But it seemed like she hit something on Damon's nerve, as his hold didn’t even loosen at the slightest but continued to tighten so that she flinched, baring her teeth in pain.

‘That’s it!’

Without Damon having the time to react, she tiptoed aggressively, making her way towards Damon's exposed neck and ruthlessly a bit at it. Small pieces of flesh from Damon's neck were sticking to her teeth just as she let go in confusion. When Damon groaned slowly, jaws clenching, but still bent his waist, closing the distance more as he offered his neck for her easy access to biting.

Though, still mended with rage, her knees raised, hitting that noticeable bulge on Damon pants hard, she still heard a lustful groan.

Lilith stopped, her head slowly raised as she looked at Damon face covered in sweat, while having a satisfied expression…?

"..."

She forgot. This guy is a masochist. Pain does not make him go away from her but will, even more so, lead him to cling to her even more.

An error.

Lilith struggled even more, yanking her head to the side as she wriggled out her body, getting frustrated.

Though Damon, whose neck was bleeding and lips turning pale in extreme blood loss and his balls aching that he felt he might be impotent in no time as time passed by, he only snuggled up his face to her neck, still tightening his hold on her wrist so that she felt it might get dislocated soon if she were not let go of.

“You bastard—!” Her heart felt like it was on fire, raging at the sight of Damon's rare madness towards hurting her, but her hatred burned even stronger when Damon cut her off once again, words muffled but still hitting some mark on her sensitive points ‘again’. “You can’t end the contract…”

“Don’t be petty just because of Liana–argh.” The hair on his back got pulled harshly after Lilith's other hand got freed from him when she stopped struggling for a moment, lowering his guard.

He held the hand pulling hard on his hair, when the oncoming hand on his cheeks did not stop as he met those hazelnut eyes darkening in those familiar ferocities, making its way up to those eyes again.

Another slap landed, but more painful than before.

With eyes lit in deep rage, Lilith tense shoulder calmed down, as she quietly stared at Damon.

Damon paused, head lowered, silent.

She was silent, with lips pursed, staring at Damon quietly.

Both of them were silent, the air around them feeling creepy, before Lilith broke the silence on her own initiative, as she tilted her head, her voice soft and gentle, “Why can’t I? Damon.” she paused, then leant her face closer to his, chuckling, though Damon felt she disdained leaning in even closer towards him. “...”

“Don’t be petty about ending the contract…? Damon, don’t you want a submissive person for a change?" Lilith distanced herself as she said that, taking out a handkerchief from her pocket. She continued, wiping off her hands that seemed to have some dirt on them. “I certainly can’t be submissive to you so,”

“Let's end the contract, hm?”