Heart of Pains

Chapter Twenty-six

Damien's POV

These past few weeks have been hectic, finding a good preschool for Leo and Mariel, and calling a reputable agency to recommend a suitable babysitter for the kids. Every girl that comes is a fake, dressing like a fucking slut. Do they want to seduce Leo?

My wife and I won't be around most of the time, and to top it off, she has been kind of scarce with me. She creates time for our children, no doubt about that, but when it comes to me, it's another story. She ignores me, and I'm so close to snapping and telling her what's on my mind.

But she doesn't sleep at night; she comes back around three o'clock, sneaks into the house, and takes her bath. I know because I'll be up thinking about where she always goes in the middle of the night and comes back in the early hours of dawn. I even thought of following her, but no, I decided to be the gentleman that I was raised to be and wait for her to explain.

Since she's not telling me anything, I've decided to take matters into my own hands. So, here I am, lying awake but faking soft snores. I was waiting for my wife to go do her nightly duties.

Of course, I didn't have to wait on her for long. She stood on the balcony, her phone in her hand and a frown on her face.

"Speak," she commanded.

As I listened to Hannah's side of the conversation, I could hear the fear and worry in her voice as she spoke to Owen.

"I sent the drugs to the lab and it turned out that the poison was meant to destroy her organs until they killed her. It's so awful. I've been going into different black markets, and they've all told me there's only one man who has the cure for this particular poison. So you need to find this man for me. I don't care who he is, just find him. I can't lose my Nonna now, Owen," she said, breaking down into tears on the last sentence.

I felt the urge to go over and console her. However, her next words stopped me from getting out of bed. I just sat there and listened to her.

"I don't want to go on a killing spree, that would be messy. Some fucked up maid decided to poison my Nonna to the point of making her go to the hospital. Believe me, even though I've changed, that bitch should get ready to die. Now, Owen, I need to rest. Since Nonna and Pa are out of the country, having the best medication, right? I need to sleep. Goodnight, Owen. I love you," she said.

God, I'm really jealous of Owen. I thought, glaring at her in jealousy.

After she finished the conversation, she hung up and climbed into the bed, wrapping her hands around my torso. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. But dirty thoughts clouded my mind as I felt one of her hands on my dick. I grow hard under her light touch, but I'm supposed to be asleep.

"God, I miss this body. Wake up," she said.

Even though she said that I didn't open my eyes, I didn't want her kicking me out of bed, so I continued pretending. She rolled me over and tore off my pajamas, leaving me in just my shorts. She then started kissing my neck down to my nipple before taking it into her hot mouth and sucking on it.

I tried to muffle my moan so that she wouldn't stop. You might see it as harassment, but I would give everything for her to continue harassing me because I'm enjoying every bit of it.

She pulled down my shorts, which was hard considering I was still faking sleep, but I couldn't continue acting because my breathing was raspy. She then got off me to undress before straddling me again and taking my dick in her hand to insert it inside her hot, dripping-wet pussy. I almost hissed in pleasure as she rolled her hips around my dick.

"Shit, like that, baby," I said.

Hannah smirked in triumph from her position above me.

"Finally," she said, bending down to taste my lips, sucking on the bottom. "You're mine, Damien."

"I'm yours," I replied with a moan.

She rode me so fast and hard as I started thrusting into her tight little pussy.

"Oh, yes, Damien, don't stop," she moaned, trying to be quiet but failing miserably.

I prayed hard that we wouldn't wake the kids up. I'm sure Hannah wouldn't want to scar them for life.

"Look at me," she said, and I looked into her eyes.

That was all it took for me to release my seed into her womb, and for her to come undone. When she was able to relax, she lied down beside me and after her breathing evened out, I wrapped my arms around her and pull her into my warm embrace.

"Falling in love with me is gonna be very toxic to you," she said.

I did not say anything for the longest time, but when I finally regained my breath, I smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I don't want it any other way," I said.

"Good. But I have to tell you something."

"Okay. What is it?"

Hannah propped her head up on my chest and looked at me, her eyes big and sad. I caressed her hair kindly, looking back at her. She then took a deep breath before speaking in a soft voice.

"My biological mom, Monica, thinks I killed my dad and doesn't want to hear my side of the story. But what truly happened was that his friend, the one man he trusted, betrayed him. He knew that the warehouse was full of explosives, but it was too late. My dad died while saving me. I don't regret it because he was going to die, and he always wanted to die in battle. But we all know it was really cancer that killed him. However, whenever someone brings it up, I get triggered by the events, and my defense mechanism is to destroy where his memory lies."

I listened before my eyes narrowed at something she said. It didn't make sense to me.

"That's what your grandparents said. They should go there before you destroy all of it?" I asked.

Hannah nodded, her eyes sad.

"Yes, it was his anniversary. It's always one of the hardest days of my life," she said.

"Why are you telling me all this- oh, shit, I'm sorry. I like listening to you talk, but we started on the wrong foot, and I'm curious," I said, realizing that wasn't the right thing to say when someone is offloading their painful past to you.

I fucked up, and I pray she doesn't close off because I want to know about her.

However, she did not get mad at me for saying the thing I said. She just sighed and looked at me with her dark, beautiful eyes.

"Damien, you're mine now. You didn't know that's what you signed up for when you decided to be my sub. Besides, we can't delete the past; that's what makes today the present. We don't forget, but it only stays if you let it control how you react to it, and that's what makes us who we are today," she replied.

"You have a kind heart," I answered, amazed by her response.

"Don't be easily fooled by what you hear or see. Just know this, Damien," she said.

I furrowed my eyebrows, puzzled.

"Know what?" I asked after a moment of thinking about what she just said.

"That God is real, and I go to church sometimes," she said.

I started laughing.

"You're joking, right?"

Instead of laughing with me, Hannah's face was stone cold serious.

"I don't have the time to crack jokes. So you must know that God is real." She sounded cold when she said this.

I don't believe in God, but my grandma used to talk about Him and take me to church. But I didn't see the need to believe in Him.