Sugar Sweet Torture

Prologue

"Was love easy for you?" he asked, his voice low and awfully serious.

Oh hell no.

We were having a chit-chat while drinking as if we were old friends. A smile masked up my face. Drinking once again from the can of beer in my hands, I answered.

"Of course."

I saw the can was empty and dropped my gaze from him to get another one, but he stopped me by wrapping his hands around my wrist. My eyes widened at his touch making me face him again and dropping the can on the cold-hard floor.

"Is moving on hard?"

Doubt in his eyes getting bigger as he was slightly inching closer towards me, still in contact with my wrist while he kept staring me down, which made me nervous that it would make me break down, hug the hell out of him and bawl my eyes out.

Like hell, it is.

"Nope, definitely not." popping the 'P' in my reply, I tried harder to fight back my tears with a smile that didn't reach my eyes, which made his eyes twitch, a glint of anger visible as his brows furrowed, the grip he had on my wrist tightened.

"So moving on again is easy now?" he fired at me with a harsh tone lacing on Every. Single. Word.

You broke me for the second time, Damon. I feel numb, ready to shut anything and everything down.

"Why wouldn't it be?" I smiled, a little too much that my vision blurred, my eyes were watering. My inner self cussed.

So, that's when I was roughly pinned to the wall, my wrist still in his grip up above my head while my legs betrayed me and involuntarily jumped on him intertwining itself to his waist. In just a millisecond he slammed his lips on mine, feeling the heat suffocate me with lust and pleasure that I couldn't resist. I kissed back, tears from my eyes flowing endlessly while I was grinding on him feeling his pants bulging soon enough and getting hard just below me. I felt my body move itself, I was helplessly obeying my hearts desire as he trailed kisses down my neck. The sensation made me moan as I slowly intertwine my fingers on the back of his head, ruffling his perfectly soft brown hair. I blew a hot breath on his ear while brushing my lips and teeth on his ears earning myself a love bite on my neck, making me moan once again, but I'm not giving up without a fight, As I wispered his name, "Damon.." in a seductive way. I bit on his ear to earn a groan—his voice ever so low and sexy which wasn't ordinary—that was followed by a moan while I nibble and bite on his ear down to his neck.

So that's what basically happen.

I never expected things would turn out like that. Just a month ago I was smiling maliciously as I was thinking of payback, revenge, and plain karma giving me this very very wonderful chance to simply let me do the work.

Well, granted my wish for revenge after getting tired of karma prolonging on doing the work. My last boyfriend—Damon Blue—long back in my highschool days, was taking over my place, my doomed place—a place for the devil's little pawns of burning hell—as a director of HUMAN Inc.

Don't get me wrong, I loved this settings. I have a month or so to teach him everything, which doesn't plainly mean I'll assist him through out 28 days without getting to torture him.

But I guess life on earth is just where we can't completely get the things we desire.

"Let's just say, the odds were never really in my favor to begin with."

"Let me enlighten you then."

Add this words up, and we're done for.

Dear Random Mundane Readers,

Hi? I'm sorry, just another awkward potato talking here. My first book ever, so yeah. Have any questions? If you have, feel free to give comments or just buzz me. I hope you all liked it, don't forget to check out some of my works in some other time. I'll definitely try to update every after 50 reads. Anyways, thank you sweeties.

Love,

F.O.O.B.