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She stood in front of him and started stripping her clothes, with tears still rolling down her eyes, till she stood stack naked in front of him.
Damian couldn't hold it any longer as he admired her beautiful naked body, he stepped forward and kissed her but she didn't respond, she only shivered.
You've never been touched before?
She nodded at him with her teary eyes.
Wipe your tears Elena"
She did as he said with her shaking hands,
Damian held her neck and kissed it, his lips traced her body. He made her lie on the bed and he smirked. His hands massaged her mounds as his lips kept kissing her.
He took his mouth to her ni**le, using his tongue to draw circles on them, she moaned making Damian smirk devilishly.
He spread her legs as his fingers traced between her thigh, he saw that she was wet, his fingers played in between her legs, she kept moaning out.
He put his tongue in her entrance and played with it. He took his mouth out asking her
" Do you want me to continue cupcake?"
"Please...
"Please what, complete your word"
"Please don't stop"
He smirked as he heard her words, he took out his towel, and tried slipping his hard self in her, she was tight then he slipped into her entrance.
He released a sigh as he kept moving in her, their sighs filled the room, then an hour later, they both laid on the bed panting fast.
Elena felt so shy beside him, he noticed she was shy and he pecked her lips.
I need to put on my clothes, so I can leave, she said shyly"
Then put on your clothes, I'm not leaving my room because of a nobody"
Tears almost came down as she heard him call her a nobody.
"You just had... she stopped then picked her clothes and wore them and left his room, she didn't want him to see her tears.
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She woke up with pains in her body, she walked to the bathroom in a weird way and kept thinking about last night, she couldn't believe she finally did it, she was naked in front of a man, a man she hated' her tears finally rolled as she thought of her aunt and her situation.
She went back to her room, a maid dropped a dress and an ointment this time it wasn't a short revealing dress.
She felt a little shy as she saw the ointment thinking the maid knew what happened between she and her boss.
It's time for breakfast ma'am, the maid said before leaving.
She wandered if all the servants here always bowed their head.
She walked down the stairs and headed to the dining, Damian wasn't there she breathed a sigh of relief.
She was about taking her cutlery when she heard his footsteps, she didn't look up to check because she knew it was him.
Damian sat already at the table, a simple cup of coffee before him though nothing about his posture was simple.
Elena's heart tripped. The intimacy of last night still hovered between her like steam on glass, and she felt suddenly like a child again—shy, exposed, uncertain how to stand before someone who had already seen her naked, she saw him naked too and the beast between his legs.
She swallowed. The words she had practiced all night crowded her mouth, but when they came out they were small and steady. "May I—may I see my aunt today? She's... she'll be worried." Her voice trembled on the last word, more from fear than from pleading.
He opened his mouth to answer, the single syllable paused on his lips, when the front doors crashed open and Viktor breezed in, arms swinging as though he owned the morning. He froze when he saw Elena and his surprise flashed into a smile that was almost bright enough to hurt.
"What!?" Viktor exclaimed
Viktor walked toward Elena with that disarming grin and held out a hand like a gentleman from another life. "Viktor. Damian's friend. Pleasure." His voice slid easily into the room and softened the atmosphere as if his presence distilled sunlight into speech.
Elena took his hand, unused to the polished warmth. "Elena," she said, a little breathless. She introduced herself more out of habit than hope, expecting the ritual to be a mere courtesy.
"What is the fearless girl from the club doing at Damian Volkov's mansion"? He asked as he sat in one of the chairs.
"I made her my playtoy' Damian answered immediately.
Elena sat there without any words,.
Just ignore him, Viktor said. He chatted with Elena about small pleasures, and took a genuine interest in her answers. He laughed at her little jokes. He listened when she answered carefully, and it made her feel, briefly, like an equal who could be heard.
Damian didn't join in. He watched them instead, the faint curl at the corner of his mouth like a man holding his own counsel. Elena found his silence more unnerving than any rebuke. After a few minutes, he rose and then he was gone.
Viktor and Elena were left in the warmth of the dining room's hum. After breakfast, viktor left too.