His Heaven Is My Hell

Chapter 1

~Memory~

"Damon!" I squealed. He pushed me in the corner. "What?" he asked innocently, "You don't like this?" I shook my head, "No, I don't! I don't like this at all!" After hearing that, he glared at me through his black bangs. "You'll give me what I want." He said pinning my wrists against the walls. "Please... no..." I pleaded. He chuckled, but not in a humorus way. "Then give me what I want!" He commanded, suddenly undoing my belt. I blushed, and as I reached down, it started to grow rapidly.

"No! We're in the middle of the hallway of the hotel! Someone could see us!" I frantically tried to make him stop, but he was stronger than me. He managed to undo it and pull my pants down. "You have such skinny, pale legs." He purred. I tried not to retch, restraining from shuddering, but I also tried to do my best not to be captivated by his act of sexiness. He started to service me. I panted hard and heard my voice quiver. "Let's go...*pant*.... to a...*pant*... room....*huffs*... please?" I moaned, but only so that Damon and I can hear it. "I love your sexy moans, Skylar." He licked my neck then bit it.

He's a vampire, but biting people on the neck when your a vampire doesn't mean that your sucking they're blood. They're most likely give them a hickey. Well, anyways, that's what Damon did. Whop-de-frickin'-do, right? "Ugh," I groaned as pain mixed with pleasure spreaded through my body. He picked me up- ha. You thought I was going to say bridal style right? Nope. He just threw me over onto his shoulder. No bridal style, just the regular, old kidnapping style. I just went limp, I didn't care if he hit my head against the wall or "accidentally" smacked my butt. All I know is if I complain or even wince the tiniest bit, it was one cold night in the "jail-like" cell.

He slammed open the door and only to slammed it back closed again. Klara was the maid who cleans our hotel room every time we visit. I saw sympathy in her eyes through my bangs as she realized what was to happen next. "Out," he said briskly, always addressing other people bussiness like. She nodded and turned walking to the door, covering her mouth in horror and shock. 'I'm sorry.' She mouth to me. 'No you aren't.' I thought. With the 'swish' of her maid outfit, she left. Damon tore off my clothes roughly and talked dangerously quiet. "Now..... where were we?" I can't stall anymore. I spreaded my legs and covered my face. "Good boy..." was the last thing I heard before it turned into me screaming my lungs out with each thrust he made.'