Heart of Pains

Chapter Ten

 Damien's POV:

"Like seriously," she said, giggling. I almost stopped kissing Gracia when I heard Hannah's footsteps coming down the stairs. We paused, but Gracia was still on the counter, and I stood between her legs.

A minute later, Hannah entered the kitchen and went to the fridge. She bent over as she rummaged through the fridge, looking for something to eat. Gracia and I stared at her in her black shorts and top. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, though.

I noticed her earbuds in her ears, which meant she was talking to someone.

"Oh, come on. You're no fun at guessing games," she said, responding to something he said before bursting into laughter. The sound was distracting and melodious.

"Leo and Mariel are fine, but that's not it. How about we spend the night together? It's been a while," she said.

I almost protested, but I focused on Gracia.

"Yeah, Dean, it's not a date. I just want a little distraction. And no, I haven't visited the agency yet. I've just gotten home from Australia, but I know Owen must've sent the script review to my email. I'll check it out later. But what about my offer?" she asked, arranging and preparing the ingredients for her meal.

Her graceful movements while she was cooking surprised me.

"My husband, Damien," she said. "Nay, I don't care if he finds out. That would get me a divorce, and then we can get married and live happily ever after." Her nonchalant tone made me almost lose control, but Gracia's lips silenced me.

"You know what, Dean, I love you, and you love me. That's all that matters. Are you up for it?" she said.

I'll castrate whoever she's talking to. I thought to myself as she giggled again.

"Okay, we can spend three days together. A lap dance, a romantic dinner, time in the gym, moments on the kitchen counter, in the dining room, and in my new Bugatti."

She's getting me excited just thinking about it. I thought.

"Great! I know you'll agree. I'll call you. Dinner's on me tonight," she said. "Don't worry; I'll wrap my tongue around your shaft and pleasure you slowly. Damn, I'm getting wet, Dean."

I don't know what happened next, but I found myself pinning her against the wall. My mouth was almost close to hers, but she pushed me away. What? She didn't even blush. Damn, she's strong.

"I'll talk to you later. Love you. Bye. And remember, I want to see a raging erection," she said, hanging up.

I felt Gracia next to me, but I couldn't calm down. I couldn't forget the feeling of her body against mine when I pinned her to the wall. She dusted herself off as if I were dirt. She then walked over to the gas and checked what she was preparing. The delectable aroma of the shrimp filled my nose, and now I was hungry.

Why does she have this effect on me? I hate her. She's a murderer, a deceitful person, and a gold digger. A few minutes later, I noticed that she was eating.

"Don't ever invade my personal space like that again, Damien. I'll never be the woman you have sex with. So, I don't need to see your erection," she said, looking down in disgust.

I scoffed.

"What makes you think I'd want to sleep with someone like you, a woman of loose morals? I don't need your STDs. And for the record, I'd never show my erection to a woman like you," I said coldly.

Instead of being offended, she only smirked back at me arrogantly. She was twirling a lock of her black hair around her finger as she looked me up and down. She was appraising me.

"Have you looked at your own body? It's not attractive. I don't want to waste my time with someone like you," she replied.

My eyes widened. Did she just say that?

"I'm not gay, but I could have more sex with Gracia than you, and she would come running back for more," she said, walking over to Gracia. She pulled her close and Gracia blushed, her entire face turning crimson red.

What the hell is going on here?

She pulled her even closer and licked Gracia's jaw. The next thing I heard was Gracia moaning. I looked at her and realized that she had inserted her hand inside Gracia. Wait, did she just finger Gracia?

"I'm sorry, Gracia, I'm not gay. I was just proving a point to my husband here. But how was it?" she said, pulling her hand away.

"Wonderful. Please fuck me, Hannah," Gracia replied breathlessly, her eyes wide with pleasure.

I shot Hannah a menacing glare and stormed up to her, my nostrils flaring angrily.

"What the hell?!" I roared, wrapping my hand around Hannah's tiny waist and pulling her close.

Hannah shrugged out of my arms and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, but that's Damien's job. Like I said, I'm not into women," she said, bending down to pick up her spoon that fell while teasing Gracia. Her ass was close to my crotch, and damn, her ass was attractive up close.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath, but my prayers seemed far from answered because she suddenly squatted and stood up quickly. Her ass pressed against my lower region, and when she stood up, she wiggled her ass on my erection. I let out a hiss, more like a groan.

"Your dick is ready to please a woman like me, Damien. You can't resist me, but I can easily find other men who are up for the game," she said, walking away, taking her warmth with her.

I realized that I was screwed, or should I say, I was in deep trouble. I slammed Gracia against the wall and fucked her mercilessly, unleashing my anger and pent-up frustration on her. But it still felt like something was missing.

Hi Lovelies, how have you been? Chapter Ten is out! What do you think is going to happen next? Share your thoughts!