C8 First Fight

She didn't move when Daemon started kneading her breast and kissing the other. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure he's giving her.

Moan, feel his hot breathe on you, she kept telling herself.

His hand traveled down to her navel making circles on it before sliding his finger inside her underwear and cupping her mound.

She can't help but let out a whimper.

"You loving it? Mhhh?" Daemon asked when her nails dig deeper into his arms when he sank his finger inside her.

Pull and push.

Pull and push until she felt her world spinning in pleasure.

"Do you like it, Devon. Do you like what I'm doing to your body?"

She nodded, her mouth open and her eyes tightly shut.

"I want you to open your eyes and answer me," he commanded.

Drunk in lust, she opened her eyes and said yes.

His hand inside her stopped moving to her disappointment. She rotated her hips against his finger but Dameon held her legs together.

"The next time I ask you that, you have to tell it to me in a more convincing manner."

He pulled out his finger from her and covered their bodies. Devon just stared at the ceiling with her hand on her head.

She really thought he was gonna take her now. The lights are on. It's too bright but her mind is really dark now.

"Are you only playing with me, Daemon? I thought I need to give you a son? Why does it seem like you're only toying with me?"

She stood up from the bed looking for her torn nightie but it is beyond salvageable anymore so she doesn't have a choice but to grab his robe on the floor and wear it.

She paced in the room while biting her nail in annoyance.

"How long do you want me to be kept here? Why am I getting this feeling that you need something more from me other than a son you so wanted?"

"And where did you get the idea that I need more from you other than to be the mother of my child? Devon Farrows, you must be forgetting that you are nothing now after you betray your family."

She swallowed the bitter lump in her throat. He is right. He is so good at hitting the painful buttons in her life that it makes her too angry to herself for making such poor decisions.

"But why are playing with me? Take me now. Let's have sex now. I'm done being locked up inside this house like a prisoner. I ran away from my own family to have my freedom back but I didn't know that I foolishly fell into another cage."

Daemon crossed their distance with fire in his eyes and held her chin to level their eyes.

"Woman, you should know how stupid you are the second you entered my lair demanding my presence. And now that you're in my house for your security, you wanted what? Freedom?"

His face became dark when he caressed her cheek using his thumb. "Fine. Get dressed. We'll see where your freedom will take you to."

He stormed out of the room and left her feeling as bad as always. After dressing up, she followed him into his car and they both silently drove out of the area in the district.

"Where are you taking me, Daemon?" she nervously asked when they traversed a familiar route.

He didn't say anything. He just stopped in front of her family's mansion and pushed the button so her side of the car door opened.

"Get out," he said in a stern voice. "I'm giving you back to your family."

She immediately grabbed his hand while her eyes began to wet her eyes.

"No! Please no Daemon! I... I will do everything you tell me too... Just don't bring me back to them. I can't marry Joffrey! Please Daemon. Don't do this to me. Don't please."

Her tears began falling but he just looked at her devoid of any readable emotion.

"I will only take you back to my house if you will behave yourself. Do not say things that may enrage me. Do not ask for more than I could give you. Do not question my ways. Do not test my patience again, Devon."

She nodded. "Yes, Daemon. I'll do it. I'll do everything you say. Just please get us out of this place. I... I don't like it here."

She just sobbed for the rest of the time they spent back to his house. She could have been back again to her small prison where Joffrey is most welcome to get her. She could be married to Joffrey again. A chill run down her spine and looked briefly at the man beside him.

"I'm sorry, Daemon. I won't pressure you again."

His gaze flicked towards her wet face especially to her eyes that are red from crying.

"Were you that excited to go away from my grasp, Devon? Am I a monster in your eyes now? Do I look like Joffrey now?"

His voice is too controlled like he doesn't want her to sense something.

"No," she answered in her usual soft tone. "I never thought about you that way. I was just frustrated why you haven't done it with me. I know it's because of..." She stopped thinking about how he got angry when she said her name. "I just wanted to be pregnant of your child. I wanted this to be over with and done with."

A grin appeared on his mouth. "Well, I make rules. And who told you it'll be over once you have my child? A son, Devon. I want a son."

He skidded to a stop and pulled Devon's body to his lap. She flinched when his hands traveled to her neck and played at her ears.

"See? You know what I mean? You're almost ready but I want you to be more ready for me."

He let her go and started driving again.

"I'm not raping my own wife," he murmured.