Revenge Deal With The Devil-Chapter 56: WHO DID DAMON REALLY LOVE.

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"What are you doing here?" Amelia asked with a snort, was he perhaps here to save her like before but she thought he was with the person he wanted to be with now, and why was he soaked like that.

"You are not dead." Damon chuckled deeply finding it funny that she thought she was dead, "Then what are you doing her...." Ameliaa was not able to complete her question when she was shut up with a deep kiss.

She struggled to try and push Damon away with her hands on his chest but he did not budge a bit, Damon moved his hands and encircled her waist bringing her closer to himself, he broke off from the kiss and put his forehead on hers.

"Does that answer your question." He whispered, Amelia felt tears sting her eyes as she pushed him off of her and gave him a sound slap on his cheek.

"So you came to me for sex??" Amelia asked frustrated, "what do you take me for, a plaything??" She yelled angrily with tears involuntarily dropping from her eyes, the pain of thee past few months came rushing back, the scene where he was hooked the woman hands in the mall, flashed her head.

"Get out! Leave me alone!!" Amelia yelled picking the pillow behind her and throwing it at his face, she picked the other one prepared to throw it too when Damon held her wrists and pulled her into his embrace.

"Shush." He tried comforting her as he patted her wet clothes, "We should get you to the shower." He said lifting her up not bothering to explain what had transpired, the bed was already wet due to Damon dropping Amelia’s wet body on it.

"Take a shower." Damon said simply pushing Amelia into the shower and closing the door, he hands lingered on the door knob and he released a sigh before withdrawing.

After going to take a shower in some place else and changing hiss clothes along with the bed and bedsheets, Damon sat on the rocky chair in the room reading a book while trying to wait patiently for Amelia to be done.

Unable to take it any longer, Damon stood up and went to the door knocking.

"O... Amelia are you alright??" He asked concerned, the water seemed to have stopped running ages ago but she refused to come out.

Amelia heard Damon call out to her but she refused to answer him, he was such a jerk, bringing her here and kissing her, what did he expect, that all what happened would go away and that was even if he wanted to ask for forgiveness.

Amelia sat in the bathtub humming a song trying to distract herself from the panicking Damon outside, after all it was all an act.

"Amelia!!" Damon called out once more already panicking, forgetting completely that he could open the door from outside, he shifted back and used his body to hut the door open.

"Amelia!" He called out immediately the door landed into the bathroom floor, Amelia turned startled at the fact he broughy the door down, was he not going too far for acting.

Seeing Amelia, Damon heart finally calmed down but another fire lit within it, she was naked laying in the bathtub.

Damon gulped trying to restrain himself, "What are you doing staying the water you might catch a cold." Damon reprimanded marching forward to lift Amelia up from the tub getting his own clothes wet in the process.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch." Amelia yelled hitting his chest repeatedly, "I’m not too sure my mother is a female dog though." Damon asked smirking turning to look at Amelia’s face but instead got a glimpse of her boobs instead.

"Nice, they are the way I like them." He said with a suggestive smile, making Amelia cover her boobs hurriedly with anger written all over her clothes, maybe if she had answered his call in the toilet the bastard wouldn’t have seen her like this.

Damon let Amelia down in front of a vanity mirror that was directly opposite the bed, he picked up a hair dryer and started blowing Amelia’s hair without saying anything else, Amelia stated at him confused on what had gotten into him.

"Don’t look at me like that." Damon said in a dangerously low voice as he continued blowing her hair.

"Why? It reminds you of Ophelia?" Amelia jested, immediately she said that, Damon dropped the hair dryer down and turned her chair to face him with a serious look on his face.

"There are somethings you don’t know about and should not know about." He said but only earned an eye roll from Amelia.

Damon stared at Amelia for a while before lowering his head giving her another hot kiss, his hands going through her hair massaging her scalp.

"Stop... Stop... Stop." Amelia moaned involuntarily, she wanted this to stop it was not right, but she could not help it, it felt good.

Damon paid no heed to Amelia, she had seduced enough, he lifted her from the chair and threw her on the bed.

He parted away from the kiss undoing his shirts while Amelia covered her mouth with a flushed face, she does not want anything to happen but her body doesn’t seem to understand it.

After finally freeing himself from his shirt, Damon went back to Amelia and started showering butterfly kisses on her neck.

"Damon, stop all these." She called out weakly.

"Are you sure? your body seems to want more." Damon said before letting her neck go and moving onto her breasts.

His mouth latched onto her nipple sucking it hard while the other hands went to her other breast kneading and massaging it so that it would not feel neglected.

"D...amon." Amelia moaned unable to take the pleasure that washed over her, "See I told you your body love it." Damon stated using his teeth to bite on her nipple nibbling on it before he finally let go and went to the other.

Amelia hands gathered the sheets underneath her trying to regain her sensible mind but it was as if her body had taken control of her.

"And you say I should stop." Amelia felt a cold finger graze her area causing her to moan out loud and Damon smirked seeing the response he was getting.

He slipped one finger in, moving slowly and gently, and Amelia was in a moaning mess, she hated this man for making her feel this way, tears dropped from her eyes it was probably due to her mind resistance against Damon.

"Princess, don’t cry." Damon whispered gently kissing her tears away, Amelia really felt like stabbing him, "Damon please stop." She cried out feeling frustrated, why does it have to be like this.

"Don’t worry it would be all good soon." He said hugging her tight, befor raising from her body and unbuckling his belt in a haste, He removed his tool out and placed it at the entrance of Amelia’s front hole, he looked at her reassuringly and gradually pushed himself inside her.

Amelia bit her lip trying to hide the pleasure she was feeling, but the deep strokes and thrusts gradually were so good she couldn’t help but moan out loud.

She just hope she wasn’t making a mistake again, who did Damon truly love, her or that woman named Ophelia??!