PART 14
We're sitting in Damon's sleek black Ferrari, that's parked right out side my house. The whole upholstery is black Italian leather, and all the windows are tinted black.
There's an awkward silence as Damon looks at me, but I'm looking out the window, with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Mila?" Damon asks, and a low, unsure voice.
"What?" I answer nastily.
"Look at me? Please?" Damon pleads with me. Whenever I turn around to look at him, he scoots over at superhuman speed, and kisses me before I have time to pull away.
Don't Damon. Let me go I tell Damon mentally, trying to pull away from his steel grip.
No. I want you to see what happened He replies urgently.
No. I don't want to see. I'm pissed off at you Damon I say, trying my best to pull away, only to be greeted by Damon's memory of the previous night. As it turns out, everything that Damon explained to me over the phone was true. I put my arms around his neck, and kiss him for all I'm worth.So… does this mean I'm forgiven Damon asks, tightening his arms around my waist.
Show me how much you're sorry, and then I'll consider whether or not to forgive you I reply opening his shirt, and run my hands down his hairless, and muscular chest.
Okay then Damon says, taking my top off, groping my breasts and then unclasping my bra. He starts sucking and kissing my breasts. I reach down and unzip his leather trousers; thankful at this point that he's not wearing any underwear.