LOVE AND SEX (the mafia’s slutty wife)

The house was pretty quiet by the time Damon arrived and he only assumed that Serena was probably sleeping or something of that nature. He saw that his gift of apology was no longer on the table where he had left it, meaning she had probably accepted his apology. Damon loosened the tie around his neck and got rid of his shoes walking stealthy to the bedroom, if she was sleeping, he did not want to wake her up.

She wasn’t

“Hey” she smiled brightly at him as he dropped the bag he was holding.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Damon watched her with intensity, she seemed in a happy mood and he noticed she had used a little bit of makeup.

She did not need it, he thought but could appreciate that her beauty did not dim, she was still beautiful and very bit as inviting. How she did not notice her own sexual appeal was incredible.

“What are you reading?” He asked clearing his throat which had been constricted from just looking at her.

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed a book from your shelf, I mean who knew that you could read. You are always frowning and giving off a dumb vibe.” She stated simply.

Damon could tell immediately that something was wrong with her, she did not just call him dumb. He could finally see what it was, she was drunk and reading the book upside down.

“Did you also raid my stash as well as the shelf? Your book is upside down.” He stated calmly reaching to help her turn it over.

Serena let the book go leaving Damon holding it and then stood up to come stand in front of him, she was staring passively at his face.

“What?” He asked watching her

“You know you are kind of pretty when you are not being much of an asshole.”

“Pretty?” Damon echoed very much sure by now that she was dead drunk, it was only a drunk girl that would call him pretty and then an asshole in the same sentence.

“Yes pretty but dangerous, you are like fire and I hate to admit that I am wildly attracted to you.”

“Serena, what you are is drunk and you definitely need to sleep before you say something you might regret.”

Did my voice just get gruff? She just called me pretty and I was already hot, Damon thought to himself as he tried guiding Serena back to the bed.

“You see this is what I am talking about, I thought you wanted me yesterday, What changed? And your apology by the way was very sweet.”

“Serena, I don’t do chubby girls and I most definitely don’t do drunk girls.”

“What is your type Damon?” She asked collapsing on the bed where he literally threw her.

“Definitely not you, Serena. Now go to bed.”

“Ouch… you hurt my feelings” she said laughing and pulling at her night gown.

“Is it hot in here? I feel very very hot.” She said again trying to tug at her night gown and failing miserably.

“It is the Alcohol making you hot, maybe next time you will know not to drink too much.” Damon said standing over her.

“Are you going to kiss me, Damon” she asked looking up at him with green hopeful eyes.

“No Serena!” Damon growled his body heating up instantly.

She was drunk for fuck’s sake and I was still finding it hard to control myself around her, maybe I should just take her right now and be done with it, I am sure she wants it too, Damon thought again to himself staring at Serena who was still looking at him.

“Kiss me Damon” she said again

And like as if he was in a spell, Damon bent and took her mouth in his, kissing her like his life depended on it. He felt her legs come up around him and her hands trail his naked back, how she could incite such passion in him with just words and a few gentle touches here and they was beyond him. This was pure and blatant sexual attraction, one that was hitting him with so much force he was left to ponder on his decision to go with his father’s suggestion to marry her. She was like a drug, one he was now hooked on.

Damon continued kissing her and she continued trailing her hands all over his back, moaning into his mouth and when he could feel that if he went on he was going to take her and hate himself later, he let her go. His erection visible beneath his pants, she was staring at it with such intensity.

“Why do you think I am not your type?” She asked

“You are too innocent, Serena. I would ruin you if you get involved with me but I still cannot stay away.” He replied touching her exposed thigh

“Then don’t” she whispered, their eyes locking.

“Don’t stay away, Damon. I do not want you too.”

“You have no idea what you are asking for right now, I am not who you think I am and you might not be able to handle my baggage.”

“You are already assuming I won’t be able to handle you, I am twenty three years old and quite old enough to be able to handle things.” She said defiantly with pouted lips.

“Not this one, baby girl. Now go to bed, if you remember this conversation in the morning then maybe I will show you exactly who I am and allow you decide if you still want to after all of that.”

“Do you rape women?” She asked

“Of course not, women come to me”

“Do you beat women?”

“No Serena, at least not in the way you are asking. Where are all these questions coming from?”

“Then I don’t think there is any other thing I cannot handle. Goodnight husband.” She muttered and closed her beautiful eyes.

“That’s where you are wrong.” Damon said quietly.

He walked out of the room and headed to the island holding his drinks, he need one as soon as possible so he could stop himself from going back to that room and ripping off her clothes.

What was he going to do with her, he thought to himself downing the glass and welcoming the hot liquid rushing into his body. If she remembered the conservation tomorrow, he was going to fulfill her wish. Damon put his hand into his pockets and his fingers closed around the emerald necklace, he brought it out and looked at it again.

It was dull, he did not think anything would be able to match the green in her eyes.