Black Velvet
Chapter 1 Detrimental Matrimony
Chapter Rating M Sexual themes and language. Adult situations.
*I do not own these characters
*Happy Reads
A/N You will Notice I am posting about three new stories. I have actually written multi chaps for them. They have been in progress for a couple of months. However, my priority is still my main stories. Please enjoy. This story will be a HEAVY M RATING! as it goes. and throughout!
xXx Tuesday Night xXx
She lay on her back and her legs instinctively wrap around him. He is her husband, so this is what they do. They go to the bedroom and have sex every Tuesday and Thursday. It used to be every day, then slowly it dwindled down to two days a week.
She is so use to controlling everything, she rolls them over. Kol's favorite position was Bonnie on top. He liked the idea of watching Bonnie's body while she worked him. "Fuck yeah baby," Kol said in a whisper while she rode him. Bonnie usually always had her big O moment, because when she and Kol had sex she was basically fucking herself. When he was on the cusp of coming, Bonnie would put her fingers on her clit and rub herself to freedom. She moaned quietly. His hands gripped her waist pulling her into him, until he was fully at completion. When Bonnie was done, she rolled off of him, and immediately went to clean herself up.
Some nights Bonnie didn't have to finish herself. Some nights, every once in a while, he would take the que to help her, while she so selflessly helped him. Those nights she didn't roll over with an attitude. Those nights she cuddled him, while he caressed her skin and spoke sweetly to her until she fell asleep. That was the thing about Kol, he didn't always read her mind, and figure out her needs, in fact he rarely did it, but when he did, he was incredibly sweet to her, and he stretched those moments out, as if to keep them so few and far between. Those moments made Bonnie hold on to Kol, remembering how it was when they first got together.
Her sex life was so scheduled and the sex was so controlled by her. She was bored with it, and it made her bored with Kol. Not just the sex, but the idea that her husband was such a passivist, negelctive, pretty boy, with charm, and good looks, that she somehow fell victim to. Kol loved Bonnie, in fact he adored her, he just stopped making her a priority, at some point, and she grew tired of the loneliness.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
Kol and I have been married for seven years. Maybe I'm going through the seven-year itch. I can easily blame it on that, but the truth is, I don't understand how to make it any different. We were passionate about each other at some point. I remember days when he would come home from work, and could not keep his hands off of me. His hands were attentive to me, and he loved touching me all over. Feeling him pressed against my skin, was a turn on in itself when we first got married. We were young, and we were in love. Kol and I both have busy lives, and I understand the turmoil of, non-conception has put a strain on us, but we barely connect sexually anymore. It is the same sick twisted tail of any married woman whose husband decided that now he has her, he doesn't have to try hard to keep her. His basic needs are met every time we have sex. I used to go all out to please him, but since I do all of the work, I am reluctantly only giving him his nut and that is it.
His body next to mine was enough to make me wet. Back then. Then, once we were officially TTC, our sex life took a toll on us. Waiting for me to ovulate, checking my temperatures and stress levels, time of days, positions, angles, it all became hard on the both of us. Sex became a chore for making a baby and not a priority for our love life.
About two years ago, we gave up on trying for kids. We only have sex twice a week, and for some reason the thought of sex, just makes me stress out. So, I have to control it. I have to ride him, and I have to touch myself, otherwise I won't cum, and when I don't cum, I can be a bitch.
I work every day. I take no off days, and I drown myself in work. Kol works Monday through Friday, and he is off every weekend. He tends to spend weekends with his family, more specifically his brothers. They do what men do, smoke cigars and gamble. I wouldn't put it past him to have cheated, although, I have found no substantial evidence to indicate to it. It's just with a flop of a sex life like ours, I wouldn't put it past him. Men operate off of their primal instincts, whether we want to believe it or not. So their priorities become, simple: eating, sleeping, fucking. Not in any particular order.
~ XxX ~
Kol arrives from work, it's Thursday afternoon. He doesn't bother kissing Bonnie when he arrives. She takes notice at his behavior. He looks irritable and his entire body is tense. She continues to cook dinner. She faces the stove stirring her veggies, in the wok. She avoids his temper, because they butt heads when he is angry. Her head remains down, and on the veggies, just as she finishes up, she turns off the burner, and puts her utensils down. Her skin turns a little paler the redder his gets. He is slamming any and every object down as he picks them up. She grips her apron, and closes her eyes counting to ten.
A part of Bonnie wants to tend to her husband's obvious needs, but the other part of her knows letting him be, is what is best for their relationship. He needs to calm down before she communicates with him, or the two of them will fight like two bulls in a ring. Then the fertility issues would come up, and everything would be world war three.
Bonnie is still wearing her work clothes, and decides she wants to take off her heels. She had a bad day at work too, but nine times out of ten, she didn't explain things to Kol, he became a terrible listener over the years, and he usually nods and agrees with her offering no support to fall back on, so she learned to bottle everything up.
She walks passed him, headed to put her shoes away. He grabs her by the arm as she brisks past him. He held her by her bent elbow to his side. He had his grey suit pants on and his white button up, but he had removed his jacket already and Lord knows where he threw it. He held her arm tight, not like a light hold, but like a possessive grab. "Kol, you are hurting my arm."
He squeezes her arm tighter. "Let go." She hates feeling controlled. She knew there were times, Kol looked at her in a way he wanted to take control, but she had her reasons. The minute she gave up control, she knew she lost power, and she hated it.
"Bonnie, let me be a man." He growled at her.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Her thorough confusion really set his mood off, he knew, she knew what he meant.
"Your need to have control of everything, is maddening."
"Well, maybe if when I let you have control, you followed through, then I wouldn't have a problem allowing you to be a man. But being as though, I have to be tagged back in to finish the job, it kind of just makes sense for me to stay on top of things. Pun intended!"
Bonnie yanked her arm, back, and began walking away. He thought to let her go, but remembered what he was told. He grabbed her again, but this time rougher. Her was afraid to get rough with her. This he took his grip to her arm and tightened it. He then pulled her to him, as if there was a magnetic force field between them. Now he was gripping the backs of both of her arms at her triceps with both of his hands. Gripping her like she hadn't felt him grip her in years,' and he wouldn't let her go. He roughly walked her to their kitchen island, and although she hesitated, he walked her with the force he needed to control a woman like Bonnie.
"Kol!" She demanded.
"Shut up." His demand was greater.
Bonnie wiggles, trying to escape his grasp. But her external instincts are battling her internal instincts, she wants her husband to take control, for once and follow through. So she struggles with him, but only to play into his anger, forcing him to be what she needs. They shuffle their way through the kitchen and he slams her onto the kitchen counter. Her body hits the counter with such force, her face makes a loud clapping sound as it slaps against the granite counter tops of the home she had designed for them. She knew she'd feel that in the morning.
Her breathing hitches when she feels his hands pulling her dress up and ripping at her panties. He pins her arms behind her back and unbuttons his slacks, taking the belt off and using it to tie her arms behind her back. Just before he plows his erection into her, he rubs her ass cheeks in circular motions to tease her, and raise her levels of fear, causing her to become more excited. Bonnie gets wet in a matter of seconds. His hands rub slowly around and around, causing her anticipation. She winces every time she thinks she is about to feel his hand connect with her skin, but he teases her a bit. She wiggles some, then he lifts his hand back, and stiffens, it. Stiffens it with courage, because dominating this woman took a lot out of him.
SMACK!
"Ouch." She moaned.
He loved hearing her in pain.
SMACK!
Again, only harder this time.
"Ahhhh. Kol!"
Her scream sounded like a moan, and he became combustible with testosterone.
"You like that?" His voice became demanding.
Kol's fingers find their way to his wife's warmth and her pussy drips for him already. The liquid gathers to her opening, seeping to the forefront of her lips and calling for him.
He lathers his fingers with her juices, feeling already like he accomplished his mission. He rubs softly, listening to her moan in a way he hasn't heard her moan in a while. He is standing at attention waiting to enter her. But he remembers what he was told. Make her want it, make her ask for it, make her beg.
His two wet fingers proceed to circulate her clit and she moans again, "Kol…"
Her breathy moans, get him even harder.
He knows she wants it. Now he has to wait for her to ask…
His fingers speed up and her juices soak his fingers, and he is probably more turned on than her. Come on… He knows he wants to fuck her so bad, already.
"Kol, stop teasing me, will you?"
She asked. Now all she had to do was beg, and he would be in the clear to plow into her.
He lets his fingers rub up and down her entire puffy kitty, she is so excited, he says nothing. His mind just knows she wants it, but is she too cocky to beg?
Come on, you stubborn woman, Beg me!
"Kol, stop teasing me, fuck me!"
Was that begging, or demanding? Either way, he didn't care, he knew how much she wanted it, and he gave it to her. He fucked her and she loved every, dirty rotten minute of it. His hands made their way to the back of her neck and he grabbed the hair on the nape and pulled her into him.
His thrusts were meaningful, he was putting effort into his angles and speed. His precision could have been better, but she was just happy for the attention he had showed her, the emphasis he put on making the sex about her.
"Ahh." She screamed while he fucked her relentlessly. His dick plowed in and out of his wife's juicy, wet kitty kat just holding back his orgasm, because it didn't sound like she was even close to her peak. Her lips were plumping up because of his foreplay and she was responding vigorously to him. So it was no surprise when his efforts made her so wet it worked in his favor, a little too much.
"Fuck, Bonnie I'm going to cum."
"What?" She was shocked it had only been a few minutes in and she was hoping he would wait for her. So she did what she does best. She threw him on the kitchen floor and finished her way. She touched her clit and the second she felt her own fingers she came all over his dick, and he came inside of her, because at the spur of the moment, neither of them thought about condoms, and Bonnie had secretly, gone on the pill.
She remained on top of him for a few minutes catching her breath, her pussy still throbbed as if she could go again, and she knew how to better accommodate herself, so she got up, and left him on the floor, and she went to take a shower and finish what they started in the kitchen. She made herself cum twice more, she shocked herself.
While she was in the shower, Kol, made a phone call.
"I did it mate."
"Well, did it work?" The other man asked.
"Yeah, she bloody loved it, when I took control. I felt like, she fought it, but she wanted it."
"I told you. Did you wait for all three ques before you started to fuck her?"
"Well, that is the tricky part. The first two ques were blatantly obvious man. But the third one, I couldn't tell, I just went with it because I knew she wanted it."
"What was the third que? What did she say?"
"She said, stop teasing me and fuck me!"
"Whoa, whoa whoa. So you did it? That was not her begging that was her demanding and you went with it and gave her, her way. You have to wait for her to beg, because then you know her pussy is already on the verge of orgasm. Four play is important man. I told you."
"Listen, when you have been married for seven years, you just go with what you fucking know. I know she likes to ride me and play with herself."
"Tell me you didn't let her finish like that?"
"I did. Mate, it's what she likes. Who am I to deny her what she wants?"
"Fuck. You fucked the whole thing up."
"Listen I followed every other fucking step you told me to. I came home, acted angry as fuck. I started slamming shit around the house. I grabbed her and took control. I tied her arms around her back with my belt, I rubbed her ass gently, then slapped it until I left a red mark, then I played with her pussy like a fucking guitar until she was ready for me."
"It seems easy enough, right? But it isn't. The kind of woman you have is hard. She is a Type A personality, she sounds like a dominant herself and she needs to be broken of that shit, especially in the bedroom. I can only give you what I know, it is up to you, to do with it what you will."
"So what now?"
"Ahh, didn't you say you've been fucking some chick at your job?"
"Yeah, but not because I want to, she's just, fucking there throwing it around. She lets me fuck her any way I want to. But I have no feelings for her, she's just pussy."
"Don't call her just pussy, women are more than just pussy. Get yourself in a situation with her and your wife, let your wife see this girl flirting with you, it should make your wife realize she could lose you."
"How the fuck do I do that without her knowing I am fucking the girl?"
"Have some guy pretend to be dating her, invite them over for dinner. Let the girl know what's up."
"Okay, you volunteering?"
"What? No, I can't get physically involved with a client's affairs, I do that, it's a fucking wrap, it becomes too personal. I am a professional."
"Come on mate, just pretend you work in my field, and act like the chick is your girlfriend. No emotional ties to me, my wife, or the girl. Please? I need this."
"Fine, but I am only free tonight, so get something worked out and then give me an hour to meet this girl somewhere around the corner."
"Fine. I'll call you back in twenty minutes."
They hang up the phone.
Kol reluctantly walks into a woman who just played with her magical shower head and was feeling slightly relaxed. She looks at him, knowing he has something to say to her. She stands there and turns her head, and put her little hand on her hip. "Kol?"
He stares at her, wanting to grab her in a heated kiss, and fuck her again, but really, he needs to work on his finish, before he gets her motor going again.
"Before I ask you what I need to ask you, I must say, you look beautiful. I wanted to tell you as soon as I got home, but I was so enthralled, I just had to take you right there in the kitchen." He looks at her with those dark eyes and that boyish grin, the one that makes her fall for him again, and again.
"Kol, I suppose your smile works, for now, but you can't skate by forever on your charm and good looks." She smiles hesitantly. "What's up, my love? You obviously have something to ask me."
"Bonnie, is there any way we can accommodate my business acquaintance and his girlfriend for dinner tonight?"
"Kol? I would have needed a couple of days' notice."
"I can order takeout, if there isn't enough food."
"Well there isn't enough food. I hate feeding people take out, it's not authentic to my entertaining canvas. I like working hard to make people happy with my food. It takes a lot of time, but it is who I am. You know I like everything to be planned."
"You don't need a canvas for entertaining, love. Just a simple dinner, I am not trying to impress anyone." He walks up to her and holds her while she stands before him in her towel. Captivated by her in her natural state, he pulled his lips to her neck and began softly tasting her skin with his lip tips.
She moans, and runs her fingers through his hair, then when she realizes he is just sweet talking her, she pulls him up by his hair. "Kol, it's a sign of laziness, to order take out for guests. But If we have to order take out, please be selective, not everyone likes everything."
"Fine. I will find out wat they like and I will order accordingly." He smiles lovingly at her. Then he uses his two fingers again and slides them under her towel, watching her bite her lip.
While she loves the idea of him touching her, the way he did moments ago, she is reluctant to stay in a happy place with him before his guests arrive. "Don't start something, you won't be able to finish." Her eyes shot him the you know what I am talking about look.
"I guess I should go get ready for our guests. Just a chance for us to mingle, love, okay. No business affiliation with this dinner."
"Sure, My love." She looks at him adoringly, she hated staying angry or bothered by her husband. After all, he was the man she wanted to be the father of her unborn children not too long ago.
After Kol, fills in April, (his fuck buddy), he calls Damon back.
Who is Damon? Damon is a mutual acquaintance of Kol's, he met through his brother Elijah. As he spends a lot of time with his brothers on weekends, he has maintained an acquaintanceship with Damon. Both Damon and Elijah, lead certain lives, parallel to their everyday lives. They are both men of the Dominant nature, and most people just see two debonair gentlemen. Except Kol, who knows about his brother Elijah's lifestyle. Instead of going through Elijah, he decided to go through Damon, since they were not particularly close. They partake in a lot of gentlemen behaviors, and Kol watches Damon with his girlfriends. He is the consummate ladies' man. Well, he appears to be extremely picky, because you rarely see him with a woman, but on the occasion he might be at a bar, or in a social situation, he was magnetic and very powerful when it comes to the actions of the women around him. Oh, and another thing…He, doesn't do tied down.
xXx Thursday Night xXx
(DING DONG)
Kol, adjusts his attire and opens the door greeting his guests.
He first notices Damon. Black pants, and black dress shirt, only the top two buttons were undone and his hair was very ruggedly neat and he kept his edges well lined, and his hair was relatively short. If Kol didn't know better he'd swear Damon got a haircut before arriving. He had a slight shave shadow, and his black, Italian-leather, cap toe shoes.
There should never be a wonder why this man had a way with ladies. His looks alone made women submit to him.
Then he saw April, the beautiful, and innocent blue eyed, brunette. Her body was voluptuous. Feminine and soft. She was curvy and her breast were always somehow in everyone's direct line of site. Tonight he could tell she was trying hard when she didn't wear a bra, and her nipples peeked through her polyester, pink, v-neck sweater. If it weren't for her finishing the outfit with a black pencil, knee length skirt, and flats, he would have had to send her away for her obvious lack of sustainability.
"Why didn't you wear a fucking bra?" He whispered.
"I asked her the same thing, she looks too obvious. Now I am going to have to act like I am into it, which means I have to flirt with my pretend girlfriend, which wasn't in the plan." Damon said with straight face, he was so serious and always in the mode of being professional, unless he was out with the boys, in which his looseness varied upon his liquor intake, and cigar choice.
"You said, make her jealous, right? My best asset are my breasts, baby." She said grabbing onto Kol's shoulders, and Kol trying to fight his hard on, had to tell her…
"You are his girlfriend tonight, save all of that for him. Let me know how much you want me, through your actions with him." Kol said with pleading eyes to Damon.
"Eeeh. Compagno! (Buddy) This was not a part of our agreement, I am not even attracted to her."
"Well, fuck, why am I doing this Kol?" April began complaining, Damon's crass behavior pulled at her insecurities.
"Listen, will the two of you fucking quit. My wife is in the other room. I need to make her jealous. Can you just… for fucks sake!"
"Is that what I am to you? Because you fucking said you loved me, Kol Mikaelson."
"I do, okay, but she is the woman I am married too, I have to keep her happy."
Damon looks utterly repulsed at this point. "Listen, I am really getting to a point here, where I will leave and walk out that fucking door, she better be fucking worth it or I swear to God, you will see the smoke from these Italian leather shoes burning a hole in your driveway back to my car and the fuck out of here. Is she worth it Kol?"
"I sure hope so."
"What kind of fucking way is that to talk about your wife? See, I don't like to use profanity, unless the time calls for it, you have me using my bedroom -fuckin-language. Let's get in here so I can get this over with. I don't even understand why you are married? She must have your balls on a platter."
"Because, I will go fucking crazy, if I ever see her with another man."
"Even though you cheat on her?"
"Bloody right. I popped her cherry, and no other man will ever fucking no what she feels like."
Damon, looks at Kol, and looks at April, and rolls his eyes. "Let's get this over with."
"By the way, I ordered take out."
"That is lazy entertaining." Damon said.
"Funny, my wife said the same thing. In fact, she cooked dinner, but there wasn't enough of it, for this last minute dinner arrangement, so take out was my idea, and it literally repulses her. So if you notice her not eating, don't feel weird. She is just like that."
"I may like her after all." Damon says. He stops off in the mirror quickly and checks himself, fixing his hair, adjusting his shirt.
"Mate, if I didn't know better, I'd have to say you got dressed up for this small dinner."
"I tend to stay professional, when I am working."
"Please, don't look at it as working, or you will be uptight. Loosen up, my wife doesn't bite." He says laughing at Damon.
Damon follows Kol into the kitchen, and he instantly notices the beautiful craftsmanship of the homes custom build.
"Your house is beautiful man, I need the number of your contractor, I am having an add on made in my home, and I can tell the person who designed this, has amazing taste."
"That would be my wife, and her friend is our contractor."
Damon really looks at the beautiful, dark décor, and the cross between regal and medieval. The greys, deep purples, blood reds, blacks, and golds were very exotic and it called to his sexual side.
He makes his way to the seating area, and Kol finishes entertaining Damon and April. Damon looks at April, and immediately imagines the atrocity that must be Kol's wife. If this is what the mistress looked like, he imagined the wife to be a disaster from the book of I married her for the tax write off.
Not that April was unattractive in every way, but in Damon's, very neurotic and picky mind, she was the type of pretty, for a guy who had never ventured far from home. Which he knew not to be true for Kol, because he knew Kol's family, and their ventures, with women. He also believed that April had breast appeal, not sex appeal. There was a heavy difference. She seemed kind of classless, and not because she was in a different tax bracket, but because she wasn't equipped with the tools to allow herself to be worth more than her body.
Just as he got his disgusting fill of her, a familiar click clack sound beckons towards them. He can hear the shoes of a woman wearing somewhere around four or five inch straps. The clicks were soft, so he knew it was an expensive shoe. Not that it mattered, but he knew she wasn't your run of the mill wife, she had taste at least. Then he realized she took her time walking, which means she was always working at her pace, and she liked to control how she came and went. Then before she made it through the door, he could tell she paused to adjust and check herself. He knew this because he did the same thing.
oOo Damon's POV oOo
As she turned the corner, I could barely hear Kol introduce her. I was struck by her elegance, and grace. She had long dark hair, which I could tell wasn't all hers, and I'm wasn't a fan of fake hair, but it wasn't the long midnight waves that drew me in, or the slight bang that covers a tinge of her face, it was her captivating green eyes to the contrast of her pouty pink lips, against the Earthy comfort of her cinnamon skin. Then she smiled, and my face froze, her perfect white teeth were grinning beautifully, with the offset of the fact that her smile was slightly favored on the right side. Her body was a perfect ten. She was feminine. Soft, yet toned, curvy, yet straight, small up top, plump at the bottom. I could tell her thighs were strong by the looks of her calves, and with that being said, I knew she had a tight grip. She must have squeezed the life out of a man from time to time. No wonder she likes to be on top. She loves to be looked at I thought. I was right about her shoes, and even with the five inches, I still towered her. I walked up to her to introduce myself and I noticed she swallowed hard when she looked into my eyes.
"Hello, Mr…?"
"Ahh, excuse me?" He said trying to catch his buckling knees.
"You are..?
"Salvatore. Damon Salvatore."
"Nice to meet, you." They grabbed hands, in more of a greet than a shake.
"This is my wife Bonnie, Damon."
"Bonnie, means very pretty." He said, looking her in the eyes. Ignoring Kol.
"I'll take that as a compliment." She smiled big and gave a flirty lip bite as she pulled her hand back after he reluctantly let her hand go.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
I caught myself. He was a beautiful man. He wasn't wearing a suit, but I knew he got his clothes tailored to his body. No man looks that good in a button up and slacks. Don't think I didn't notice his cap toe black-Italian, leather shoes. I'm a terrible wife, ogling this man as if my husband isn't standing next to me. Sometimes though, when shit is real, it is real. I look at his lips, as if they are strawberries, and I know that if given the chance I would probably want to suck them after he dipped them into my chocolate. I am terrible, but again, these are only thoughts, right? As long as I never act on them, I am just a human, having human thoughts. His hands are so soft, but the grip is so domineering. I can't get my hand out of his grip, what is he trying to tell me, because I feel him trying to speak to me through his energy. I take a whiff of him. Mmmm. He smells like shower sex. I'm surprised I remember what that smells like. He's gorgeous, okay. His black hair, and semi-shaved face, and I could do without the smolder he's giving me, but the lips and eyes are captivating non-the-less.
"Bonnie, Bonnie. Sweetheart, come on, let's eat." Kol reminds her as she gets caught staring at Damon's Adam's apple, making her take her own hard swallow.
Once they let go hands, she gives him one more smirk, and he just holds her gaze not smiling at all, and watches her walk away.
~ xOx O xOx ~
Kol and Bonnie do their best to entertain their guests, which meant they were good at putting on a front. Not that they were unhappy, but they had a particular relationship, where Kol neglected his wife's needs, and she made up for it by controlling him.
Even though they were fronting up a storm, Damon was reading Bonnie's subliminal ques all night. For example the moment when…
"Bonnie, are you going to have a seat with us, love? You have been up and away from me for too long."
"Certainly sweetheart, I really just need to open another bottle of wine. Would anyone like another glass?"
"Sure, I'll take one." Damon says. He could tell all she was trying to do was make up for the fact that she hated the take out Kol got, and she was drinking to avoid eating.
"I'll take a glass love." Kol says. "How about you April?"
"Oh, no thanks, I am getting kind of full. This pasta is really good."
Damon, notices Bonnie roll her eyes, as she is turned towards the side pouring a glass, facing the opposite direction of April.
When Bonnie sits back down after handing both Damon and Kol their glasses, she realized she forgot her own. Noticing her frustration, Kol offers to get up and get it. To the untrained eye, she was frustrated about the glass of wine, to Damon, he noticed she was tired of watching her husband stare at April's braless form.
"Relax, love. I'll get it." HE tries to place a loving hand on her arm.
"No. It's fine. You know, I am actually hot, and I need some air." Almost stumbling over her footing, which only Damon caught, she headed out.
"Ah, you know, I will join you, I actually need some fresh air as well," Damon said.
Bonnie ignored acknowledged his glance and gave the smallest, inorganic grin.
Kol looked at Damon with confusion and Damon signaled to him it would be okay. Kol wasn't sure what to make of it, so he looked at April, who seemed to be dying for some alone time with him. She takes her flat shoes off and continues playing footsies with him under the table.
Damon follows Bonnie out of the home she shares with her husband. The walkway to the front door is quite a way from the dining room. He trails her slowly, but he avoids staring at her inappropriately, no matter how much he'd love to look at her 'going view.'
Once they reach the outside of the house, Bonnie turns to Damon and speaks frankly, after she laughs for a few seconds. "Why does your girlfriend find it appropriate to dress in such a classless manner when she comes to another woman's home? I thought it was strange initially, because I look at you and look at her, and I think, there is no way that type of man is attracted to that type of girl. Then it was very obvious after about thirty minutes, my husband is fucking her. You are here as a cover up, and I am the big fucking idiot sitting here allowing it to happen under my nose."
He was a little shocked that she figured it out, but at the same time, he realized she was too smart of a woman, and Kol was too stupid of a man. He wanted to pat himself on the back for her realizing that April wasn't his type.
She lights a cigarette and puts it to her lips.
Damon takes her cigarette and breaks it. "That is a disgusting habit." He was acting in a domineering fashion towards her.
"Excuse me?" She looks amused, yet irritated at him.
"Why do you smoke cigarettes?"
"I don't. It is Kol's pack, every once in a while, when I am stressed I come out here and have a couple of puffs of that very same cigarette. I've probably had that cigarette for maybe a few months."
"Don't ever take another puff of a cigarette again." He looks at her and speaks with finality.
Her eyes slightly water and she stops them. She walks further out into the walkway deciding she doesn't need this bullshit.
He follows her.
"Do me a favor, tell my husband it worked, we can file for a separation or divorce, whatever he wants. I can't play this fucking game anymore."
She continues walking away, never making eye contact. Damon's pulls her by her arm. He did it similar to the way Kol did it, but with more force, and less forgiveness.
"Whoa, whoa. Stop." He speaks lowly, trying to avoid Kol hearing him.
"Hey, let go of my arm." She pulls herself out of his grasp, only her attempt is failed when he grips her tighter. "Ouch, what the hell?"
He relishes in her frustration, and continues holding her. He looks at her intensely.
"Got damnit, what is your problem?"
She looks into his dark eyes, no matter how electrifyingly blue they were, she saw darkness in them in these moments. She wasn't afraid, she was intrigued, and he was more than willing to show her his darkness.
"You have control issues. You are making your husband feel like he isn't a man. In doing that, he finds his masculinity, in that girl in there."
"That isn't my fault, and mine and his relationship is none of your business. Who the hell are you anyways, and why are you here?"
He looked at her, really looked at her. Her perfect brown skin looked flawless it in the light, and when his arm grabbed hers, he loved the way it looked. From his perspective his grasp was controlling, and in that short amount of time, he controlled her overreactions, and they became, just reactions.
His unrelenting hold on her arm, and unwillingness to let her go, proved he had some power over her. He loved feeling that power, because she was the type of woman that couldn't be controlled. He brought his lips close to hers and spoke softly, "God, he's stupid to not see what he has in you."
Their lips almost touch, then she yanks her arm out of his grasp. "Get the fuck out of my house, and take that whore with you!"
Bonnie walked away from him, and this time he watched her. Until she disappeared. He knew she was a challenge. He knew it would be challenging. But he wanted her. He wanted to dominate her, and he was going to have her. Not only was he going to have her, but she was going to submit.
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