Original Sin Ch. 02

"What the hell is going on here?" Alex demanded, anger blazing out of his face.

"Nothing, Alex. Nothing's going on," Catherine struggled to free herself from his arms. "I was just showing Damon the guest room, he will be staying here for the night," she managed to pass the words through her dry throat.

Even if her feelings absolutely forbid her to accept Alex, she could not bear to hurt him this way.

Alex gazed upon Damon, who stood by the door making no effort to hide the glimpse of triumph in his eyes.

"I think Damon would prefer to spend the night in your room, like he did most of the evening, while I was looking for you," he said sharply. "Tempting offer, isn't she Damon?" He narrowed his ice blue eyes." But, perhaps you already know that."

Catherine's eyes flashed. "What did you say?" she finally managed to tug her arm free. "Alex, you can't seriously believe-"

"Oh, yes I can, Catherine," he cut her off. "Cynthia told me everything. And, as much as I wish it wasn't true, I saw enough of your performance on the dance floor to convince me otherwise."

Catherine burned with rage and anger as Damon refused to say anything to her defence. She should have known, she thought, the bastard would be enjoying this…

"You have no rights on me Alex, you know very well I promised you nothing. Besides you know how much I hate to explain myself," she said with all the haughtiness she could muster.

This was harsh, but she knew once Cynthia had interfered, there was nothing she could do. No matter what she had to say they always believed Cynthia… "

I know," Alex lowered his head, not wanting to her to see the hurt in his eyes. "I'm not going to pursue you any further. You're not worth it," he raised his eyes to look at her. "If it weren't for my father-"

He couldn't finish when he saw how red her eyes were and how she bit her lips. Something inside him broke. He stretched an arm to touch her but she flinched away from him.

He looked sharply at Damon. "Stay away from her," he threatened, as if he had just realized his true evil intentions.

He left without a backward glance. He hadn't resolved to give up Catherine without a fight. He had regretted almost immediately hurting her with his accusations, but he wished he had punched Damon on his smug face.

Catherine stood there, biting her lips so hard in her effort to hold back her tears, she could taste her own blood. Damon was trying to fight any regrets he might have felt for causing her so much pain. Both were too preoccupied to notice Cynthia who sneaked in and out of Catherine's room.

"Well, at least that simplifies things between us," Damon spoke for the first time, breaking the unbearable silence.

She felt him move, but refused to look at his direction. She could sense him close, but it was only when his fingers traced the delicate curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine that she flinched away from him.

"You conceited, arrogant bastard-"she backed away.

"Oh, come on, you don't mean that," he teased her, following her steps.

"I fucking do!" she whispered heatedly. "I hate you-"

Damon's burning brown eyes narrowed dangerously. B

efore she could react, he caught her by her upper arm, dragging her into the room. He shut the door behind her and slammed her up against it. With one swift movement he caught both of her wrists with one head and pinned them above her head.

"What did you say?" he demanded roughly against her lips. His other hand delved between their bodies to force her legs apart with brutal strength. She struggled against him but it was useless as he wedged his muscular body between her thighs, making it impossible to shut them against his invasion.

A low growl escaped her as she realized how vulnerable she was.

"I said I hate you," she breathed into his mouth, her sweet body arching against him. She believed she meant every word, even when she felt a strange fire unfurl low in her belly, and shameful moisture pool between her thighs, as she felt him hard and demanding, pressed intimately against her secret place.

He captured her mouth in a punishing, brutal kiss that left her breathless. She moaned in protest against his hot mouth only to let his searching, revolting tongue taste the depths of her mouth. She felt him taste her blood and whimpered.

"Don't," she tore her mouth away from his, breathing uneven.

"What the-" Damon released her wrists and backed away from her. He touched his lips, fingers coming away with blood. She tried to avoid him, but rough fingers bit into her forcing her to meet his gaze. He ran a caressing thumb over her lips, parting them, exposing the damage she had achieved. He could feel her tremble under his touch. That girl made him lose control…

"You're crazy," he muttered and leaned down to kiss her.

She didn't struggle, didn't fight back. She was too dazed by his lazy exploration, too busy to comprehend the feelings he stirred within her. She accepted the slow, seductive kiss he forced on her. Her arms hesitantly crept up his chest, around his neck to draw him closer to her.

His hands slid over her hips, down her thighs, dragging the hem of her dress dangerously high. He clenched his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, bringing her hard up against him, the thick bulge straining across his pants making her devastatively aware of his intentions. She moaned against his mouth, and he lifted her legs, wrapping them around him. She could feel moisture dripping down her thighs by now.

She didn't notice the way he guided her backwards, until she felt the hard edge of the desk bump against her bottom.

"Please," she whispered when he finally released her mouth as she was lifted onto its surface.

He ignored her, his hand delving under her dress to rest on the silk covering her mound. She felt him tug the soft material. "

No, please," she placed her small hand above his, trying to stop the movement. Pleading hazel eyes met amused dark brown ones.

Effortlessly he tugged the silk from her, crouching in front of her to caress her thighs, letting it fall to the floor. He rose again to place a long, wet kiss on her already bruised lips, his fingers delving into the soft, rich mane of her hair. Her fingers clutched at the edge of the desk for support as she moaned into his mouth.

Damon couldn't understand what was happening to him. Making slow, sensuous love to that girl was the last thing he had on his mind. He wanted to fuck her hard, bent her over the desk and screw her from behind, treating her like the whore she was.

But he was lost into her soft, wet mouth that seemed to be crushed under the force of his demanding kisses. He felt her shudder under his touch and he almost lost his mind. She seemed so innocent in her pleadings, so inexperienced yet her body was so sweetly responsive… Maybe that's what she did to his poor brother that made him fall madly in love with her… The bitch!

"Ah!" she whimpered against his mouth as his fingers tugged brutally her hair, the breath shuddering from her lungs.

She gasped as she felt his thick fingers delve into her lush, pink, petals to discover the extent of her shame. Her fingers clutched the desk so tightly it hurt.

"So responsive," he chuckled wickedly, as he touched the core of her moisture. "Just as I knew you'd be," he murmured huskily into her mouth.

She bit her lips to prevent traitorous moans as his skilful fingers began to flick and spank her pulsing nub. She hated him for what he was doing to her, even as her untutored body went up in flames. She threw her head back, afraid that her eyes might give away the desire he had awakened inside of her.

Damon saw her and realized the cause of her actions. But she was so beautiful he wanted to see every flicker of pleasure that crossed her expressive face, hear every moan that escaped her wet, lush lips.

"Oh no," he forced her mouth open with rough fingers. "I want to hear you scream, little bitch," he said through clenched jaw, and she obliged as she felt a thick finger seeking entrance to her pussy. "

Don't," she cried but he muffled her protests with his mouth. She thumped him on his broad chest with her fists, her back arching, trying to dislodge the invading digit.

He was inside only up to the first knuckle, and she was impossibly tight, her snug walls clutching his finger, clamping down on it.

"You're so tight," he whispered into her parted lips, containing a groan as he imagined his thick shaft swallowed by her tight pussy.

"No," she protested, bucking her hips to escape his finger." Damon, stop," she pleaded breathlessly, gazing into his eyes with such an intensity he was forced to look away.

She gasped as he ignored her, continuing to work his finger up inside her tight sheath, her arms holding tightly on to him as if for dear life.

"Stop," she cried, cupping his cheek with her small hand, forcing him to look into her pleading eyes.

He raised an eyebrow." Why, have you been saving yourself for Alex?" he mocked her, smiling wickedly.

Her eyes opened wide at the incredibility in his voice. What did he think she were, a whore who fucked with any man she bumped into? He didn't deserve to find out the truth, she wouldn't do him the honor…

"Damon," she gathered her courage trying desperately to ignore the wiggling finger inside her tight pussy and the rough caresses his thumb forced on her swollen clit. "I know you had provocation, but, please, let me go," she whispered through ragged breathing. "Forgive me," she lowered her eyes, unable to look at him any longer.

He tilted he chin upwards with soft, but firm fingers and their gaze locked. They silently looked at each other for what seemed an eternity.

There was something in her voice, the way her eyes silently pleaded him that made him change his mind about what he was going to do to her.

Reluctantly he withdrew from her and slowly released her. He backed away from her, intent putting as much distance between them as possible.

Slowly she slipped from the desk, only to realize she had to put a lot of effort no to fall. Her thighs were quivering, the blood thrumming in her secret place, her whole body shuddering from the pleasure he had forced on her.

She looked at him to find out he wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to seem. Why had she asked for his forgiveness? He had forced himself on her, treated her like a whore. He should be sorry! Yet, she had forgiven him, even though he hadn't uttered a single word… What was Damon doing to her?

"Damon," she tried to touch him.

"Go," was all he managed to say.

"Please-"

He opened the door.

"Leave," he ordered in a tone that broke no arguments. "If you choose to stay, I will not be held responsible for my actions."

His features were harsh, a tiny muscle tickling in his jaw. Catherine bit her lips once more to prevent tears.

She turned her head away and fled without a backward glance.

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Damon stood there for what seemed an eternity, wondering once more if he could have been mistaken. Yes, she had provoked him and she had admitted it, but she had seemed so sincere in her pleadings to release her… And the way she trembled each time he touched her…

He left the room, thinking he would go mad if he dwelled any longer on these thoughts. He was heading downstairs when he saw light in her room and changed his mind.

He had hoped, wished she would be there. Lying naked on the bed, welcoming him with her soft, warm and willing body, eager to surrender to his dark desires. She wasn't there and he felt relieved, the intensity with which he craved her scared him. On the desk there was a half open envelope that he seemed to have failed to notice before. Addressed to Ms. Catherine Rolland. Instictively he opened it and read the context.

His nostrils flared. The letter confirmed that Ms. Catherine Rolland had an abortion on April 29th . He folded the paper and put it into his pocket.

The bitch had played him well! God, he had almost believed all this innocence she had acted, he was so close to fall for.. She was the one who had destroyed his brother's life and turned his own into a living hell… She was going to pay. Damon could feel so close to retribution.

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She slowly opened her eyes, feeling sunlight caress her body, the flimsy, diaphanous material of her night gown offering little protection. She shuddered as she remembered how close she had been to give her virginity to him and her nipples stiffened at the cool morning August breeze.

"Good morning, my child," Hanna's warm voice sounded across the room. "Did you sleep well?"

Catherine loved Hanna dearly. The Rolland's housekeeper had looked after her ever since she was brought into this house.

"Hanna, please tell me, is Damon still here?" she asked impatiently, realising that this might be the last chance she had to see him.

" My child," Hanna began.

Catherine tossed the blankets away and rushed to get dressed. She couldn't bear the thought that she might never see him again.

" Please, Hanna," her voice pleading from inside the bathroom.

" He just said goodbye to your uncle. I don't think you have time to-"

" I have time," she stated.

"Catherine, my dear, I know he is fearful handsome, but…"

Catherine emerged from the bathroom, her beauty taking away Hanna's breath.

"You were saying, Hanna?" she inquired softly.

"Go," Hanna sighed. "I hope he deserves you."

"I love you so, so, so much!" She kissed Hanna and ran downstairs.

"Be careful, my love, " were the soft words Hanna whispered and Catherine never heard.

Damon waited for the chauffer to bring his jeep. He had to leave as soon as possible, had to think clearly. He was out of his mind whenever she was around, he couldn't bear to see her before he left, afraid of how he would react.

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

He turned around slowly, the sound of her voice mesmerizing. She was alluring. Catherine was wearing a rich red wine sundress that contrasted deliciously with her fair skin. Her rich hair was tousled, falling into thick waves on he shoulders and she was flushed from the running she did to catch up with him.

As he turned to look at her, she felt the breath shuddering from her lungs. He looked like a golden sun God as he was bathed in sunlight. She felt fluttering low in her belly. Cathy wondered if she could ever look at him without her whole body responding to his mere sight.

"So, you've come for the farewell fuck you owe me from last night," he said calmly, his burning brown eyes betraying his desire.

Catherine was stunned by his reply. " I thought a farewell kiss would make a nice memory. I'm sorry," she turned to leave.

He caught her by the upper arm, dragging her hard up against him. His mouth slanted over hers in a hot, demanding kiss as his arms wrapped around her slender waist, imprisoning her. Her small fists bit him on his broad chest and she whimpered in frustration into his mouth as she realized how futile her struggles were.

"Stop this," she was finally able to tear her mouth from his, breathing uneven.

"I'm not looking for a memory, Cathy," he whispered , running a caressing finger along her flushed cheek.

"Then what are you looking for Damon?" she gazed upon him so intently with her beautiful green eyes he had to look away.

She smiled a sad smile believing she would never get the reply she wanted. She pushed him away and managed to free herself.

Damon reached out his hand to touch her. "Like a glass. You never now how many have drunk from it," Cynthia's words tormented him.

She backed away from him as the chauffer brought his car, but he caught her forcefully by the wrist.

"I'm not through with you, not yet, " he whispered hotly into the pink shell of her ear, causing her eyes to widen, as fear and something else shivered through her spine.

"Leave," she whispered desperately. "I hate you, why have you come into my life?"

"You will soon find out why, I promise you," he chuckled wickedly, his hot breath on her neck. Slowly he lowered his head and she gasped as she felt his mouth sucking on the tender flesh were the shoulder joined her neck, feeling a trickle of moisture between her thighs.

He left her, letting her alone to confront Alex who had watched them from his balcony.

She stood there, unable to move, long after he left.

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Damon arrived at the ranch around midnight. All the while he was driving he had been trying to put his thoughts into order. His body ached from the effort to contain the emotions that coursed through him. He felt he wanted to cry.

"Master!" a delicate feminine voice called out to him. "Master, I'm so glad you're back, I've missed you so much!" a pretty girl with a mexican accent appeared before him. "I mean, we are all very happy you've returned," she lowered her eyes, in which her love for him burnt evidently. "Elena, how many times have I told you not to call me master?" Damon sighed.

"But what else can I call you, you are my master," she whispered, letting him understand how much of her he actually mastered.

Damon was too tired to pay any attention to her. Suddenly his face lit up, a vicious thought causing his lips to curve in a wicked smile.

"Tell Rob I want to see him. In my office." "Now," he ordered as Elena hesitated.

"Yes," she obeyed. "Master?" she inquired softly.

"What is it, Elena?"

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes," he answered looking straight ahead. "I did."

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Catherine could not bear to stay inside the house. She felt she would suffocate. Damon had left his shirt on her bed and as she looked at it she felt she would never be rid of him.

"May I come inside my dear cousin?" Cynthia knocked lightly on the open door.

Catherine didn't bother to speak as she gazed outside the window.

"Oh, I see," Cynthia began. "You're sorry you lost your precious Alex. Well, that's what happens to sluts like you, Catherine. I hope Damon was a good fuck, at least," she mocked her.

"Leave me alone," she replied with a calmness she was beyond feeling.

"I've only come to give you your brooch back. I wouldn't want you to call me a thief," she smiled wickedly.

Catherine turned around slowly. She picked up her purse and walked towards Cynthia. She took the brooch from her hand and pushed her to move aside so she could go. She never uttered a single word, but bit her lips several times to prevent hot tears.

Catherine drove with no destination. Her vision blurred by the tears. She kept thinking of her parents, of Mr. Rolland who had loved her like a daughter, Elisa Rolland who never approved of her "wild" behaviour as she stated, of Cynthia who hated her from the very first moment, of Alex, Alex who had always loved her. And of Damon who had treated her infernally, and whom yet she longed for… Her thoughts were interrupted as a small van screeched to block her way. Before she could realise what was happening, two beastlike men came out of it, opened the door of her car and dragged her outside.

"No, let me go," she tried to struggle, kicking her legs, but the grip on her arms was painful and unyielding.

One of them took his place at the driver seat of her sports BMW.

She was devastated when she saw that, she had loved this car from the first moment. "Let me go, you-" a large palm muffled her cries and she was dragged inside the van.

"No, please," she pleaded as a scarf was looped around her eyes turning her world to pitch black. "Don't!"

Her pleas were ignored as both cars hit maximum velocity for some unknown destination.