Chapter 5
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"Undress now," he immediately commanded as he sat on the sofa, lounging back and staring at me as if he wanted to devour me alive.
That was the first thing he said after we entered the hotel room. Regret may linger in my decision, but it's too late to back out now. I'm sure he won't let me leave this room without consequences if I take back what I said earlier.
My hands trembled as I slowly unbuttoned the remaining pieces of clothes on my body. I stripped them off and let them fall to the floor. I hugged myself to cover my nakedness, especially as his gaze intensified while I undressed in front of him.
"Wait, hold on..." I stepped back when he suddenly stood up and removed his coat.
"Do you drink, Felicity?" he asked, pouring some alcohol into a glass. By the looks of it, I think it's a rum, and rum tastes disgusting.
"No..." I replied, my voice cracked, betraying my nervousness.
"Drink this," he ordered, offering me the glass of alcohol.
"I don't drink," I declined, but it seemed like he didn't like it as he furrowed his brow and drew a few lines on his forehead.
I felt relieved when he put the glass back on the table without insisting. But when he continued undressing, I panicked even more. My heart raced as Damian's sturdy physique gradually revealed itself. When he pulled down his pants, I instinctively averted my gaze. I wasn't ready to see that part of his body yet.
"On your knees," his baritone voice echoed inside the room. Fear enveloped my entire body at his words. I knew it was my fault that I was here now, inside this private room, agreeing to all his demands in exchange for what I asked for. Even though I was nervous and scared about what would happen next, I knelt down as he said, still not looking at his nakedness.
"Eyes on me, querida," I heard the glass lifted from the table again, and a moment later, I felt the liquid drip onto my knees and spread across the floor. I looked up and saw him pouring the alcohol along his length.
I gasped and my eyes widened when I saw how big it was. It was so much bigger than I thought, and that thing would be inside me later!
"Suck it, and lick it clean," he ordered, making my cheeks burn.
"Mr. Vladimir..." I wanted to plead with him, but I knew there’s no turning back now. He was so clear about it earlier. Despite my doubts, I grabbed his length and slowly brought my mouth to its tip. I immediately caught the strong scent of alcohol and the sensual scent of Damian's huge c**k. 'Suck it, and lick it clean' those echoed in my mind again. I extended my tongue to catch the droplets of alcohol at the tip before it dripped onto the floor. The strong taste of alcohol spread across the center of my tongue, and I winced because it was bitter. I don't like alcohol because it's bitter and it hurts my throat. I also don't like how most alcohol smells, maybe only wine and champagne are exceptions.
When I saw the tension in his jaw, as if he was running out of patience, I conditioned myself again and opened my mouth to suck his length. I could only manage to suck the tip of Damian's length, but my mouth gagged at it. His size was so overwhelming; I didn't know if I could handle what he asked for. With the spreading taste of alcohol in every corner of my mouth, my concentration on what I was doing was even more disturbed.
"Suck it," he repeated. "Prove to me that you're worth being my woman." He grinned, and I could feel the satisfaction in his gaze as the enemy's daughter knelt before him, doing something that could ruin the dignity and reputation of the entire Ortiz if someone found out.
The reputation of the Ortiz will indeed be ruined if he doesn't change his mind after this. But because I'm determined to convince him, I did what he wanted. I'll do anything to fulfill my plans, even if it means I have to pleasure him and do his bidding. While doing what Damian wanted, I filled my mind with painful memories from my past life to intensify my desire for revenge.
"Your mouth feels great," my mind returned to the present when he spoke. Now I noticed how fast Damian's breaths were. "Uugghh, damn it, querida," he cursed after a long groan of satisfaction. I was surprised when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed his length deeper into my mouth. I choked and couldn't breathe, but he kept going faster and deeper. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I couldn't push him to stop his aggressive thrusts into my mouth.
Damian looks so high. Does he like it? Does it mean he'll accept my offer to him? Will he agree to marry me? My hopes became higher because he seemed satisfied.
"Hmmph..." I muttered as he continued guiding my head at the pace he desired. I could see the sweat running from his temple, to his cheek, down to his neck.
My eyes widened when I felt like his length grew bigger inside my mouth. The movement of his hand also changed, speeding up and slowing down, then speeding up again, and in a second, something hot exploded inside my mouth. I involuntarily gagged repeatedly afterward.
"Swallow it," he held my chin up to face him.
A strange taste spreaded in my mouth, salty with a hint of sweetness, mixed with the lingering taste of alcohol, but what dominated was whatever fluid came out of Damian.
A smirk formed on his lips when he saw me obeying his command. Not content yet, he forced his forefinger into my mouth to see if I swallowed everything.
"That's my good girl." I wasn't sure if he was praising me or insulting me because the enemy's daughter was currently kneeling on his feet. His gaze remained heated as he played his thumb in my mouth, as if he wanted me to suck and play with his finger. "Now come here," I let out a gasp when he suddenly lifted me up and brought me to the bed. "It's time for the main event." Another gasp escaped me as he tossed me onto the bed, and in my panic, I hugged myself even though my ample bosom had been exposed to him since earlier.
"Wait, hold on..." I pushed him away slightly as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over me, ready to claim me.
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