Heart of Pains

Chapter Six

Hannah's POV

"I want you to stay the hell away from me," Damien said angrily. I stopped and glared back at him before crossing my arms.

"I can't. We're married," I snarled back in frustration before taking a deep, calming breath and continuing, "My grandparents are having a charity event, so you'll be my date. I'm wearing a red dress, so your tie should match. Now, I'll give you your space because I don't want to lead you to your death," I finished sarcastically before walking out of the kitchen without a second glance.

However, I soon returned to find him eating some of my leftover soup. I grabbed my food and warmed it back up. I also grabbed some more of the food Owen had brought me in case I was still hungry after the soup. I probably would be, though; soup isn't very filling.

When it was all cooked, I grabbed everything and put it on a tray before turning to walk towards my room. He stopped me by clearing his throat. I turned towards him and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want?"

"Hannah, come sit with me and eat," he said exasperated. I sneered.

"I don't think so. I don't want you to lose your appetite because of me," I replied, continuing to walk out of the room and go upstairs.

I gulped my soup while it was still hot and stored the rest of the food in the small refrigerator in the corner. After that, I started attending business meetings to distract myself from the pain. I was so preoccupied that I didn't realize it was time to dress up.

"Ma'am, may I come in?" a maid asked nervously.

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"Come in," I commanded.

She entered the room and looked at me.

"Miss, it's almost time for the event, so shower. I'll lay out everything for you."

I closed my laptop and walked over to her. I couldn't help but notice her beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and curves in all the right places.

"I'm sorry," I said before abruptly pushing her against the wall, making her gasp. She looked at me, her eyes wide with shock.

"What... What are you doing, ma'am?" she asked, confused.

I didn't answer but pushed her back onto the bed and tore her maid dress to pieces, revealing her beautiful, curvy body to me. I licked my lips while undressing myself. Soon, we were both completely naked as I continued to look at her, my desire strengthening by the minute.

"Fuck," I muttered, craving a distraction. I trailed my tongue from her neck to her breasts, sucking and biting. I assaulted her clit, running my tongue over it.

She screamed in pleasure. It was so loud that it was almost breaking my eardrums. But I thanked my lucky stars that my room was soundproof. I continued my relentless assault on her, eating her pussy.

"Hannah, I'm gonna cum..." she screamed.

I abruptly stopped and retrieved my fucking machine. I set it up and inserted it into my pussy. Then, I returned to eating out hers. She writhed, screamed, and moaned in pleasure under my torturously wonderful ministrations. It wasn't long before she started gripping my hair.

"Hannah, I'm cumming!" she screamed. I smirked triumphantly, my ministrations getting stronger.

"Good girl. Now cum for me, baby," I encouraged her, rubbing her clit vigorously and continuing to pleasure her with my mouth.

"Hannah, I'm gonna..." she said, realizing she was about to climax.

I turned her around so that she was lying on top of me, and I positioned myself beneath her. She started sucking and teasing my breasts while I started fucking her hard and fast with the machine. She moved to my clit, assaulting it with her tongue. I writhed, groaned, moaned, and finally, I screamed as I reached my climax.

Exhausted, I lay there, trying to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry..." I said, waiting for her to tell me her name.

"I'm Silver, Miss Hannah, and don't worry, I'm gay. Thanks for giving me the best orgasm," she said, giggling.

"I was apologizing because I'm not gay and for taking advantage of you. I'm sorry, Silver. I've just had a lot on my mind. It won't happen again," I said firmly as I walked into the bathroom to get ready for the event, leaving her to clean up and dispose of the toys I no longer needed.

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A few hours later, as I descended the stairs, I knew Damien would be at the charity event. I had no interest in attending, but I couldn't escape the expectations. I wore a red gown with a daring slit, hugging my curves in all the right places. I had a decent figure, not overly curvy, but with enough to turn heads. I embraced my body and felt confident.

I made my way to the car and drove to the venue. As I arrived, I knew I was late, and my grandmother's disapproving stare would surely follow.

"Here comes my granddaughter," my dear grandmother announced, and I inwardly sighed.

She had a knack for punctuality, and I was always on the receiving end of her lectures. But tonight, I didn't care.

Two hours of lecture on the importance of being early awaited me. I stepped into the Italian hotel where the charity event was taking place. The room was filled with wealthy individuals showcasing their wealth and making business deals.

As I entered, everything seemed to stop. All eyes were on me. Men stared with desire, women with envy, jealousy, and some with admiration. My grandmother's voice broke the silence, calling out to Damien, my supposed husband attending the event.

"Hey, Damien, here's your beautiful wife," she said before gently pushing me towards him. "Go greet your husband, Hannah."

"Okay, Mom," I replied, walking towards him before seeing my grandfather.

"Hey, Dad." I hugged him briefly. His eyes lit up at the sight of me.

"Hey, Cupcake, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm doing good, Dad," I replied. "How are you and Mom?" He chuckled mischievously.

"Your mother is giving me an earful as usual."

As if the words summoned her, my grandmother appeared, giving me a look of disapproval. My grandfather then wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her head in greeting. She stared at me, crossing her arms.

"Quit the talking, honey, and go see your husband," she interrupted. I sighed.

"All right, fine Mom. I'm off," I said.

I moved forward before I accidentally bumped into someone carrying a glass of champagne. When I collided with her, the sparkling liquid spilled all over the front of their emerald green gown. Her eyes brimmed with fury and I groaned.

It was Kylie Madison, the beautiful but unpleasant daughter of the Prime Minister.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," she sneered hatefully.

"I'm sorry about that, Kylie. I wasn't watching where I was going," I apologized, hoping to avoid any further confrontation.

However, Kylie didn't seem to want to accept my apology and continued to sneer at me.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! You pushed me. Stop with the fake excuses and apologies," she retorted. I tried to de-escalate the situation by speaking calmly and gently.

"Kylie, I already said I was sorry. I didn't mean to push you. Please don't lie," I replied, realizing that engaging further would only escalate the situation. She wasn't done with me yet.

"I need a new dress!" she demanded.

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