Stained

Chapter 110

"Because you've endured enough. You shouldn't be reminded of all the bad shit that happened every time you see the school."

A sad smile curves my lips. When my mum asks me to pick up my sisters from school and I tell her I can't, she either gets angry or ends up making me feel like a horrible daughter.

One time when she wouldn't stop pleading, I blurted out that seeing the high school made me have nightmares, — a half-lie, I've had nightmares every night for over five years, however, seeing the school made the nightmares so much worse.

I thought telling her would help her understand my pain, have her take it easier on me and not make it harder for me. But that's exactly what she did; she grumbled out, "I'm never going to ask you to do anything ever again." Which in return made me feel like absolute crap for feeling the way I did. And then she went and plunged the knife deeper by saying that I needed to be strong. As if I choose to be weak.

"Thank you," I whisper, tears brimming.

His eyes are bright with anguish as he attempts to smile tauntingly. A deflection, I realise before he even speaks — another one I'm extremely grateful for. "My back hurts from carrying you so don't thank me, repay me by giving me another back massage—." As he talks, I shake my head up at him, smiling vigorously. "—Maybe you—."

"Shut up," I laugh, going up on my tiptoes and shutting him up with a searing kiss.

Damien startles, but then within seconds his hands are firmly planting themselves on my waist. My arms lock around his neck and my fingers tangle into his soft curls that feel like silk. He groans into my mouth and presses me against him.

I tease him with my tongue, lightly touching mine with his before pulling back.

"Rose," he growls against my lips, hands sliding down until they reach my backside, cupping it and lifting me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist just as my back collides almost painfully with a tree trunk.

I gasp into his mouth and he uses the tree and his body to hold me upright as his hands begin to unzip my jacket, not once tearing his lips from mine. As soon as it is off, Damien wastes no time, cupping my breast over my shirt and kneading it almost feverishly.

I let out a moan loud enough to wake the dead, but I'm too lost in Damien to care. He rubs his thumb over my erect nipple poking out through the t-shirt and my lips detach from his in ecstasy, a whimper escaping as my head arches back against the tree trunk. His lips meet my neck and he smothers open-mouthed kisses over every inch of exposed skin his mouth can reach.

My hips start shamelessly grinding against the bulge poking me through Damien's jeans and he moans into my neck, grazing the sensitive flesh lightly with his teeth. My eyes practically roll into the back of my head, the sensations coursing through my body and soul so strong I feel like they could consume me whole and shatter me all at the same time.

I'm about to pull Damien's mouth back onto mine, wanting to taste him when a low cough sounds from behind him.

Damien stills and so do I until I realise we just got caught and bury my face in his neck, mortified.

I feel Damien turn his head to look at whoever's just caught us.

"What?" He grumbles.

The person says something but I'm unable to hear it past my loud, pounding heart. This is so embarrassing. How could we be so careless to do this out in the open? His touch is like a stain on my conscience.

"Do you want to watch?" Damien deadpans and I startle. Did he seriously just ask a stranger that? "Well fuck off then."

When I hear footsteps retreat, crunching angrily against the gravel path, I look up at Damien, horrified. "Why would you say that?" I question, unhooking my legs from around his waist.