Chapter 21

It felt like time stood still as Damon stared at Bonnie with more fury that she had ever seen before, and considering his temper, that was saying a lot. When he didn't move from his space on the wall, she thought that maybe he would take the high road for once and go skulking off to lick his wounds. Of course, that's not what he did. He pushed off the wall and walked towards Bonnie and Lance, and she distanced herself from Lance and then turned around and tried to push him away from her.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "Bonnie, what..."

She jerked her head to the approaching Damon and said, "you need to leave. Now."

But instead of leaving, Lance stood up straighter and squared his shoulders back like he was ready to fight. Bonnie didn't have time to stress that he really needed to leave before Damon was on them. And there was no warning or preamble before Damon pushed Lance so hard that he flew into the wall. Everyone around them turned around to see what was going on, and Damon didn't give him a chance to recover before he was on him. He grabbed him by the throat and slid him up the wall.

"Get out of my house before I break your fingers off and shove them all up your ass at the same time," he said with a growl.

"Damon!"

Her shriek did absolutely nothing to stop him and he squeezed Lance's throat until Lance's face started turning blue. Bonnie wanted to force him to stop but she couldn't bust out her magic in the middle of a party. Luckily for her and Lance, the commotion of it all drew Stefan's attention and he raced over and grabbed his brother's arms and yanked him off Lance.

"Calm down!" he said repeatedly. "Back off, Damon!"

But Damon looked like a man possessed and he tossed Stefan off and went after Lance again. That time, Bonnie was able to insert herself between them before Damon could get his hands on him. She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him back.

"Please stop," she begged. He tried to get around her but she kept her hands on him and said, "please don't hurt him."

"Hurt him?" he asked with wide crazy eyes. "I'm gonna kill him."

That's when Lance got some of his breath back and he stumbled on to his feet and got so close to Damon that his front was against Bonnie's back and the two men were nose to nose above her head.

"Are you crazy?" Lance screamed. "You think you can just put your hands on me and get away with it?"

"I'll do whatever the hell I want to you," Damon told him.

Lance balled up his fist and swung, but Damon caught the hand and held it so tight that Bonnie was afraid that all the bones would break.

"Stop!" she yelled. "Both of you!" She grabbed Damon's face and made him look at her. "If you don't stop this right now, I swear I'll never forgive you."

Something in his eyes eyes seemed to click into place. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaws, but then he backed away with his hands up. Bonnie sighed in relief and Stefan managed to convince people that the fight was over and they should get back to partying. Bonnie was about to make sure that Lance was okay, when Damon sped up to him again, grabbed him by the throat and held him up in the air.

"Get out of my house," he said, compelling Lance, "and forget you ever knew Bonnie."

With that, he let him go. Lance looked dazed for a second and when he came to, he looked at Bonnie like she was a stranger.

"Uh, I should get out of here," he said to her.

And then he was gone, out of her life, all because of Damon's jealousy. She spun around, ready to spit nails, and Damon only smirked at her. He turned on his heels and grabbed a bottle of bourbon before he disappeared upstairs. Bonnie just stood where she was for a moment because it took her that long to be sure that he had just done what she thought he did. She was vaguely aware of Caroline appearing next to her, asking if she was okay, but her mind was on Damon and all the ways that she could kill him. So she stomped away from the dancing and festivities and up to his room. She found him sitting on his bed, legs crossed, sipping bourbon. She slammed the door behind her and barely contained her rage.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Damon?" she asked in a low, dangerous voice.

His response was to sip his bourbon.

"You had no right to compel him to forget me," she said.

"I had no right?" he asked. He uncrossed his legs and slowly got off the bed. "No, you had no right, Bonnie. You had no right to bring another man into my house and grind your ass on him in front of me. Wearing that."

He spat the words at her like he was disgusted, and even though she was furious with him, she tried to temper her own anger and see it from his perspective.

"If I had known you were going to be here, I wouldn't have invited him."

"You didn't think I was going to be in my own house?" he asked. "You couldn't come up with a better lie than that?"

"It's true! I invited him before I knew the party was going to be here and after I found out, Caroline told me you probably wouldn't come."

"Oh, that makes it okay," he said sarcastically. "And what were you gonna do if I wasn't here? Grind your ass on him all night and then fuck him in my bed?"

"No!" she screamed.

Damon sized her up for a moment and then took a long swig of his bourbon.

"Are you fucking him?" he asked.

Bonnie's face warmed in embarrassment and rage.

"What I do with him or anyone else is none of your business anymore."

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?"

"Yours!"

"Mine?" he yelled back. "You're the one who broke up with me!"

"Because you're in love with someone else!"

"Oh, cut the bullshit, Bonnie!" He slammed his bourbon on the nightstand. "Yeah, I still have feelings for Elena. I'm sorry. If I could rid of them, I would, but it doesn't work like that. Sometimes love is messy and people love more than one person at a time. It's called real life. Get your head out of all the Disney princess movies and wake up."

"Do you even hear yourself right now? Do you know how pathetic and sad you sound? You're so used to sharing yourself with other people that you don't even realize that love is not supposed to work that way. So if wanting someone who loves me and only me means that I've watched too many Disney movies, then so be it. But that's what I want and deserve, and if you can't give to me, then I'll wait for someone who can."

His jaws clenched and his nostrils flared. They stared at each other until he grabbed the bottle of bourbon and threw it against a side wall. Bonnie flinched.

"I wasn't trying to hurt you," she said after a few minutes of silence. "I think you know me well enough to know that. But I can't just sit around and wait for you, either. We can't keep having this same conversation because my opinion won't change. I won't be a substitute for Elena."

She waited for him to say something in response, but when he didn't, she turned to leave. She had just opened the door when he zoomed up behind her and shut it again by placing his hand on the wood and slamming it closed.

"One time, Bonnie," he said, way too close to her ear. "I want to know one time that I treated you like a substitute. And then I'll let you leave."

"You'll let me?" she huffed. But her voice was much weaker than she wanted and she suspected that he knew his proximity was throwing her off. It didn't help when he brought his other hand up to the other side of her head and boxed her in.

"That's right. I'll let you."

"Have you forgotten that I can scramble your brains and set you on fire?"

"No, I haven't."

Her threat clearly did nothing to deter him because she felt him move closer, so that the front of his body was just a whisper behind the back of hers and he leaned down so that his mouth was practically on her ear.

"I'm waiting," he said lowly. "One example, and you can leave."

She really was trying to think of something, but her brainpower was devoted exclusively to trying not to get aroused. He was closer to her than he had been in months, and he smelled too good.

"I can't think right now," she blurted out.

"Then I'll help you."

She wasn't sure what he meant by that and before she could ask, his lips were near her ear again.

"Did you feel like a substitute when we made dinner together?" he asked, and she tried very hard to ignore the pulse between her legs. "Or when we were hanging out together, just talking?" He brought one hand off the wood and trailed a pale finger down her bare arm. "When I brought you breakfast in bed? Is that when you felt like a substitute?"

Bonnie swallowed and she knew that she had about five seconds to get away from him before she made a mistake.

"Oh, wait, I know," Damon said, and then his nose was on her neck and he was nipping at her skin. "It must have been when I was worshipping your pussy with my mouth."

Her eyes fluttered closed and she swallowed hard when he pressed himself against her and she felt his erection poking her in the back.

"When I'm with you," he started, and then he nibbled along the back of her neck until he reached her other ear, "I'm only thinking of you."

"Damon," she warned.

"If you're trying not to have mind-melting sex with me, saying my name like that won't help."

"We shouldn't do this."

That's when he took her by the hips and turned her around. He pressed her against the door and pressed himself into her front, and as much as she didn't want them to, her eyes nearly crossed at how good it felt for him to push into her right where she needed it. She tried to look everywhere but at him, but he tipped her chin up and their eyes met. He looked so pretty, and so vulnerable, and she had no defenses when he slowly leaned down to her. He was giving her a chance to stop it, but she didn't.

Not when his lips kissed hers. Not when his tongue slid into her mouth. And not when his hands dropped to her butt and he grabbed it. That's when she moaned, and that's when any attempts to act like she wasn't going to participate flew out the window. She rationalized in her own head that they hadn't had breakup sex, and she owed it to herself to get some. So she caressed his tongue with hers and sank her hands into his hair. When she scratched his scalp and he moaned, all bets were off.

They devoured each other's lips and tongue and when Bonnie's mouth was practically swollen from all the kisses, Damon switched his attention to her neck. He tried to pick her up and wrap her legs around him but her dress was too tight. So he pulled away from her and grabbed the material at the top of her dress. Without any warning, he ripped it right down the middle until it was hanging open and exposing bare breasts and soaked, skimpy underwear.

"Fuck," he groaned.

The hungry look in his eyes only made her wetter, and then he was on her again. He palmed her breasts and ate her lips. He picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. He started grinding himself on her and a loud, long moan escaped her mouth.

"I want you so bad," he whispered. "Do you want me too?"

Bonnie didn't want to answer. She was already making a mistake and she didn't want to make it worse by confessing how much she really did want him and all the things she would have let him do to her if he wanted. When she didn't answer, he held her hips in place and very slowly stroked his straining erection against her clit. The sensation nearly made her come right then and there.

"Do. You. Want. Me?" he asked, and he punctuated each word with a thrust.

She still didn't answer, so he stopped rocking against her right when she was about to lose it. She glared at him.

"Don't you dare," she warned.

"Say you want me."

"I think you know that I do," she said, her voice mixed with desire and irritation.

He gripped her ass tighter, which pushed her back into his erection and a long needy moan fell out of her mouth.

"Say it," he demanded.

Damon had that kind of dangerous look in his eyes that Bonnie would never admit that she always found very sexy. He looked like he might lose his shit and she was ashamed at how much it turned her on.

"I want you," she said breathily.

His eyes clouded with even more lust than before and he directed, "keep your legs around my waist."

She tried to lean in to kiss him but he backed away. Their eyes stared in each other while she tightened the leglock around his waist and he went to work on his pants. He got his belt unbuckled and the zipper down, and then the jeans went south, too. He was still staring at her with that intense blue gaze when he hooked his fingers into each side of her panties and ripped the flimsy little thing off of her like it was made of paper. When he rubbed the head of his shaft between her legs, Bonnie's eyes fluttered shut.

"Oh my God," she groaned.

She expected him to tease her like that for while, stroking her swollen clit until she begged for it. So she was surprised when, while he was still standing and she was wrapped around him, he slid his dick inside of her.

"Oh...shit!" she cried.

"You feel amazing," Damon said.

He buried his face in her neck and kissed her skin while he slowly worked his hips up and down as much as he could in that position. They were so close that his body was rubbing against her her clit and every stroke hit her spot.

"Ugh, God, Damon," she moaned. She was embarrassingly close to coming already. She hadn't had sex since the last time they were together and it felt so incredible that she was having a hard time keeping the orgasm at bay. He must have known that because he sucked her earlobe and encouraged her to let go.

"You feel so good, baby," he groaned in her ear. "And you're squeezing me so tight. You're gonna come for me, aren't you?"

"Yessss," she hissed.

"Then do it, baby. Come for me. Scream my name."

He sucked her neck and all the stimulation and his words just got to be too much for Bonnie. She cried out, moaning and cursing and begging him to keep hitting it just like that, until she couldn't fight it off anymore. An orgasm ripped through her and her head snapped back when she came.

"Ugh, yes! Yes! Oh, God, Damon...don't stop!" she screamed.

He kept working his hips through her climax until she came down, and then he slowly pulled himself out of her. He turned them around and walked to the bed until he was close enough to lay her down on it. She felt dazed by the power of her orgasm and she could only watch while he stood in front of the bed and stripped of his clothes. His rock hard erection was pointing towards her and he climbed on to the bed on his knees until he was hovering over her. He leaned down and kissed her and then gently settled himself between her spread legs. He slipped his tongue into her mouth at the same time that he slipped his dick inside of her, and she was overcome with want all over again.

Damon was slow. Excruciatingly slow. He worked her up like a wind-up toy with his deep thrusts that threatened to pull another orgasm out of her before he could even get a good rhythm going. She felt crazy with lust for him and she grabbed his face and kissed him. Her tongue snaked around his mouth in an effort to get him back for the wicked things he was doing to her body. They went on like that for as long as Bonnie could stand it, teasing and torturing each other with licks and bites and sucks.

When that feeling starting to build up in Bonnie again, the one that told her she was going to explode soon, she stopped kissing Damon long enough to whisper, "I'm gonna come."

"I can feel it, baby," he groaned. "The way you're squeezing me. You drive me crazy." He licked down her neck and tasted the sweat that had started to build up on her skin. "Scream my name again, just like you did before. Scream it loud so everybody in this house knows exactly what I'm doing to you."

For that brief second, Bonnie did recall that there were other people in the house. Vampires, including Caroline. And for one fleeting second, she realized that maybe she didn't want her best friend to know that she was letting her ex-boyfriend screw the living hell out of her. So when the tingle started up again and her climax was just about to take her over, she leaned into Damon's neck and bit him to muffle the sounds of her screams.

"Ugh!" Damon moaned.

He returned the favor by biting her neck, too, and the feeling of his teeth sinking into her skin was enough to send her over the edge. Way over. She hadn't forgotten how it felt for him to drink from her but after not having it for so long, the feeling was more intense than she remembered. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body shook, and she dug her teeth into his skin even harder to keep from screaming so loud that the people in the next state over could hear her.

She bit him so hard that she drew blood, but she was so far into her orgasm that she didn't even care. As the blood trickled into her mouth, she drank it. And that nearly made Damon lose his senses. He sped up his pace until he was pounding into her body while at the same time drinking her blood. He wished he could see how they looked, drinking from each other like some kind of incredibly intimate two-person cipher. Her blood was sweet and hot in his mouth and all of it together made him come harder and longer than he ever had before. His body seized when he emptied himself inside her.

After he came down from his high, he slowly pulled his teeth out of her skin, but he groaned when he felt Bonnie still sucking at his neck. He let her do it long enough to heal the gaping wound in her neck from his overzealous feeding, and when he pulled away and looked at her, he was overcome by the sight of her. Her hair was mussed, eyeliner a little smudged, and her teeth and lips were stained with his blood. He couldn't recall a sexier sight in his entire life. She licked her lips and had the nerve to say, "I should go."

"You're not going anywhere," he told her, and his tone dared her to say otherwise.

"This doesn't change anything between us."

He wanted to tell her how absolutely stupid she was being, but he didn't have the energy to fight with her.

"Fine. Then you can leave in the morning." He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head and brushed his lips over hers. "But if tonight is my last night with you, I'm gonna make it worth my while. All night. And if you still want to leave when it's over, I won't stop you. Deal?"

Bonnie knew very well that she should have pushed him off of her, put her clothes on and gotten the hell out of his room and his house. But she didn't do any of that because she was still in love with him and he'd screwed her damn near senseless. So despite her better judgment, she craned her neck up and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and said, "deal."

For the rest of the night, they made intense, deep love to each other punctuated with bloodsharing-induced orgasms. When the morning came and Bonnie crept out of bed, Damon kept his word and let her go. He stayed in the bed and watched her while she put her clothes on. He didn't say a word when she looked over her shoulder at him and they held each other's gaze. Her look told him that it was over, even though she didn't want it to be. So she left, and he let her.

Little did either of them know that she wasn't leaving alone.