Bound To The Dark Royal Vampire {Book 2: The Dark Royal Vampire Series} | ✔️

23~ Another Mind Trick

I ran out of the basement and promised myself I would get them out. Both of them.

I also decided that I had enough. I had enough of Damien's silent treatment games and distance. Why would he want me here if we rarely saw each other? I needed real answers and not my imagination to fill in the gaps of questions in my head.

I barged into Damien's study, as soon as I was out of the basement. It was a miracle that his door was unlocked and he was alone.

"What's wrong Candice? Is everything alright?" worry was sketched into his eyes.

I was astonished at how he could turn a blind eye on the real problem we had.

"No! I AM NOT ALRIGHT" I hollered in retort. I seriously wasn't feeling ok. All the lies. I couldn't tell who was on my side and who was against me anymore.

He came over to me in a blink of an eye. His arms enveloping me as he rubbed my back in comfort.

"What do you want me to fix?" he asked in the crook of my neck.

"Why won't you stand the sight of me? What have I done to become distant from you?" I portrayed myself so innocent. Yet, I felt tired of everything.

"Oh, cupcake, I'm sorry" his breath tickled my neck when he said the words. His lips began to press against my sensitive skin.

"S-show me I-I'm important" I struggled to say as his lips ran from my neck to between my breasts.

In inhuman speed he threw off files and papers off his desk and onto the floor, clearing the desk in a hast. I took a second to debate whether I really wanted to do this. If I could even stop him from doing what I thought he wanted to do. If I could even stop myself after he touched me in the happiest places.

My blood became heated and felt as it clawed its way up my veins as soon as Damien had given me a look that screamed lust.

His hands had suddenly grabbed my waist, a second later. Along with his lips as they caught my own.

It hurt me how incredibly soft, sweet, yet possessive his lips felt.

In a swift movement he pressed my back against the cool desk and placed his body above mine.

His legs straddled me as his lips continued attacking my skin rough and repeatedly.

"You have no idea...how long...I've wanted you" Damien began mumbling to himself, almost incoherently.

I tightly shut my eyes as his lips explored my exposed skin. It wasn't that he made me feel repulsed. It was because I hated myself for liking the way it felt.

I was doing this for one reason: to know where he places the keys to the torture cells.

I repeated that statement over and over again to myself. So I could somehow feel less guilty at what I was letting happen to me.

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What was funny was someone else was screaming in my head. At least I thought that, until I was swallowed into a dream-like state.

"Don't look now Candice but..."

I repeatedly blinked and tilted my head until a fuzzy outline of a person became sharper.

That person was Anna. My best friend Anna!

The place was a very familiar place. It was like dèjá vu.

The sun and sand were both bright and hot. It was summer time, where Anna was in a black lace one piece bathing suit, and I was in a pink and black colored bikini.