Damon Salvatore.

13.

⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids 16 and under⚠️

The walk back to Damon's apartment was silent and tense, the air thick with unspoken words. My mind raced with a mix of anxiety and regret, replaying the events at the café over and over again. I could feel Damon's presence beside me, a dark, looming shadow that made my heart pound with every step.

When we finally reached his place, Damon unlocked the door and stepped aside, motioning for me to enter. I hesitated for a moment, the weight of what was to come pressing down on me, but I knew better than to stall. I walked inside, my legs feeling like lead, and heard the door click shut behind us.

The silence was deafening as I stood in the middle of the living room, my back to Damon as I tried to steady my breathing. I knew he was watching me, his eyes boring into my back, but I didn't dare turn around. The atmosphere was charged with tension, the kind that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Mya," Damon's voice cut through the silence, low and authoritative. "Come here."

I swallowed hard, my hands trembling slightly as I turned to face him. His expression was unreadable, a mask of calm that only made me more nervous. I took a tentative step forward, then another, until I was standing right in front of him, my eyes fixed on the floor.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Damon asked, his voice even, but with a dangerous edge that made my stomach twist.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to disrespect you. I was just... I don't know what I was thinking."

Damon's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You don't know what you were thinking?" he repeated, his tone cold. "Or you thought it would be amusing to test me in public?"

My heart skipped a beat at the accusation, and I quickly shook my head. "No, it wasn't that—I didn't mean to push you like that, Damon. I was just being stupid."

"Yes, you were," he agreed, his grip on my chin tightening just enough to make his point. "But there's more to this than just being stupid, Mya. You disrespected me, and not just in private, but in public. That's not something I can ignore."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I felt my pulse quicken as the full weight of what I had done hit me. Damon wasn't just angry—he was disappointed, and that made everything so much worse. I had crossed a line, one that I knew I shouldn't have, and now I would have to pay the price.

"I understand," I murmured, my voice trembling with fear and regret. "I'm really sorry, Damon. I'll do whatever you want to make it right."

He studied me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine as if weighing my sincerity. Finally, he released my chin and stepped back, his expression hardening once more. "You're going to learn that actions have consequences, Mya," he said, his voice firm. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget that."

He turned and walked over to the couch, taking a seat as he gestured for me to follow. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached him, my legs feeling weak as I stood in front of him, waiting for his next command.

"Strip," Damon ordered, his voice leaving no room for hesitation.

I blinked, my breath catching in my throat as I processed his command. But I knew better than to question him now. Slowly, I began to undress, my hands shaking as I removed each piece of clothing until I was standing naked before him, exposed and vulnerable.