C28 Twenty Eight

Breaking Rules

Damian’s POV

The dinner had started, the tension thick in the room.

Nathan sat across from me, his spine straight, eyes darting between me and his wife, as be still tried to maintain that smug smile, even a ten year old could tell it was fake.

Pathetic! I was going to enjoy slowly bringing him down to his knees.

Cecilia, his mother, sat comfortably next to him.

I invited her here, because I knew what most didmt. She was the real voice behind Nathan's little and petty success.

And then there was Bianca.

She sat to my left, looking light and exposed in that black dress I got her.

I wanted her to feel every bit ashamed and exposed.

Her eyes were wide and frantic, she was already on edge…

Perfect.

I slid one hand beneath the table and pressed the button to the device on my phone.

And then, a faint hum answered, so subtle that Nathan and Cecilia didn’t notice. But Bianca did.

Her body jolted almost imperceptibly, as her knees brushed the underside of the table.

I leaned back, sipping my own glass lazily, and studied her. Watching her pretend and fight a losing war against herself.

Oh! It was so perfect…

The tremor in her thighs told me it was working well and okay.

I watched how she bit her lip, her cheeks turning red.

She was going to cum…

She was drowning. And I was the one holding her under.

Nathan noticed the sweat first. His brow furrowed. “Bianca? Are you feeling all right?”

Cecilia laughed lightly, though her eyes were sharp. “Yes, darling, you look flushed. Is it too warm in here?”

Bianca swallowed hard. Her voice came out thin, cracking under the weight of everything she tried to hide. “I… I’m fine. Just… excuse me, I need the bathroom.”

She pushed back her chair quickly ready to dash, but I caught her wrist before she could rise.

She wasn't getting out of this so easy. Not when I was just starting to enjoy this.

“Sit,” I said softly, but my tone final.

“Our guests wouldn’t want to miss your company.”

I added.

For a second, she froze. Her pulse raced visibly at her throat.

Her eyes were wide and her lips parted like she might beg.

But then she forced herself down, lowering back into her chair.

Her pride battled her need. That was the beauty of it.

But I wasn't going to let her pride win.

I tapped the button on my phone again.

And then, it happened.

A loud moan broke from her throat, slicing through the room.

And then, the silence fell.

Nathan’s fork stopped mid-air, his eyes wide in shock.

Cecilia blinked too, just as shocked, her mouth parted in confusion.

Bianca’s eyes went wide with horror. She clapped a hand over her mouth, chair scraping back violently as she bolted from the table.

The bathroom door slammed shut moments later, leaving the three of us in the heavy silence she left behind.

I swirled my wine, let the tension simmer, then turned my gaze on Nathan with a slow and deliberate smirk.

“She’s enjoying herself here,” I said smoothly. “I dare say much better than she has ever with you..”

I let out a deep and almost mocking chuckle.

The look on Nathan's face was priceless…

His face darkened, the rage slowly boiling up, but that helpless feeling made it all the more interesting.

If he made any silly mistake, there goes our contract.

He couldn't risk it , and that's what made it more satisfying.

Cecilia stiffened beside him, a faint tremor in her smile as if she wasn’t sure whether to smile or be angry.

Either way, I didn't care.

I leaned back, perfectly composed, savoring every second of the chaos I’d just orchestrated.

Bianca’s POV

The bathroom was a coffin.

I locked the door, gripped the sink, and braced myself against the porcelain as if it might stop me from collapsing.

My reflection in the mirror, showed my flushed cheeks, the sweat all over my face.

I was so pathetic, I couldn't hold myself from moaning…

I hated it.

I hated him.

Maybe, just maybe even more than Nathan which felt almost stupid to say.

But Damain had purposely done this.

He had reduced me to a trembling mess with nothing but a stupid device and an app on his phone.

He stripped me of my dignity and pride right in front of the very man I wanted to bury to the ground.

I pressed my palms harder against the sink.

But at the end of it all, it wasn’t really about Nathan., and what he thought of me, or even Cecilia.

It was about me.

About how small I felt. How helpless. How every ounce of control I’d ever fought for crumbled the second Damian touched me.

Tears began to swell up in my eyes, but the rage rose faster.

The anger kept on boiling through my chest until… I snapped!

I turned from the mirror and yanked the door open.

I stormed back into the dining room, my steps thundering against the marble floor.

The moment I stepped inside, the air shifted.

Damian was lounged in his chair, with a wine glass between his fingers, eyes glinting like he’d already won.

Nathan sat rigid, still struggling to process what happened, Cecilia didn't look to sure either.

All three of them turned as I entered.

And I didn’t hesitate.

I marched to Damain and raised my hand to hit me.

My slap echoed through the room like thunder, as my palm collided with Damian’s face.

His head snapped slightly to the side, but he didn’t flinch.

He slowly met my eyes, a sick smirk carefully etched on his face.

The whole room fell dead silent.

I leaned forward, hands slamming onto the table hard enough to rattle the silverware.

“Based on your contract, I stay here,” I spat, my voice trembling with fury. “But you will not make me look like a fool.”

The words hung in the air, daring anyone to speak.

No one did.

Even Damian, stayed silent. He simply watched me, expression unreadable now.

My chest heaved. My palm still ached from the slap I gave him.

The entire room felt carved from ice, everyone frozen in the shock of what I’d just done.

And then, as the adrenaline slwoly died and like that, reality crashed back in.

I had slapped Damian.

In front of Nathan.

In front of Cecilia.

I had crossed a line I could never uncross.

Oh no! What the fuck have I done?