When the Villains Unite - Chapter 16; Part 2 (R-19)

WARNING: NONCONSENSUAL!!!!

I was sad to see their physical suffering because Damian was their opponent.

“It ended up being a ridiculous situation with one knight after another running around, pulling wagons.”

“Damian wouldn’t have thought to stop the behavior.”

He’s never been much of a people person to begin with.

I’d come to expect something like this, but it still made me cringe. In fact, I was worried if he would be willing to talk to me.

Ashik and Dion escorted me to a plain door on the fourth floor. Originally, the Crown Prince was supposed to be at his side, but due to the added rank and frequent overtime, Damian was given his own space.

After a quick thank you, they excused themselves. Once they left, I stood in front of the door for a while. I thought I was ready to meet him, but why was I hesitating? I told Bellamy I would take care of it, but now I’m here and being indecisive.

I pulled myself together, turned the doorknob, and opened the door. When I walked in, I saw Damian sitting at his desk, looking me straight in the eye. What caught my attention more than anything were the bottles in front of him. It wasn’t hard to tell from the bottles decorating the floor that they weren’t just from today.

Is it okay to drink like that at work?

As Damian continued to pour alcohol into a large glass, I quickly walked over and snatched the glass away from him.

“You’re not even at home. What are you doing?”

“What do you care?” Damian snapped at me.

He tipped an empty bottle into his mouth, spilling the contents into his mouth. I could only watch as it disappeared behind his red lips.

I don’t know what to make of this. I’ve never seen him act this way before.

Snapping out of my trance, I snatched the bottle away before he could drink the rest of it.

“What the hell is wrong with you!”

Damian glared at the bottle in my hands and jumped to his feet, knocking the chair over behind him. I flinched due to the loud sound and his overbearing demeanor.

“Why… Did you come to give me your body?”

“What?”

“Other than that, there’s no reason for you to come looking for me.”

The moment he spat out those cold words, everything I had been preparing to say disappeared from my mind. Does he even realize what he’s saying? Why does he look even more hurt by his own words?

Damian looked miserable as if I had abandoned him.

“If I’d known you’d do this, I’d have killed you then.”

“…”

“What gives you the confidence to come here now? You don’t even intend to cover it up, huh?”

Cover up what?

He smirked and leaned closer, wrapping my hair around his fingers. I jerked away at the unanticipated contact.

Normally, I would have stayed put, but given the circumstance, I didn’t appreciate him touching me. He gave off the same, dangerous vibe he had two nights ago when I met him while he was drunk at home. The difference was that now he wasn’t drunk enough to collapse like he was the other night.

As if my movements weren’t obvious enough, Damian grabbed my shoulders and pushed me roughly onto the couch.

“Ah…!”

The force of his grip sent my body crashing to the couch, Damian sitting on top of me.

Holy sh*t, he just threw me around like I was a piece of luggage? Luckily, the couch is soft so it didn’t hurt.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

“From the moment you walked in here on your own accord, it was too late.”

“You keep saying something is over, but whatever you think it is… ugh…!”

Damian shoved his tongue into my mouth as if he wouldn’t allow me to speak another word. The feel of the hot flesh was familiar, but the taste of vodka on his tongue was bitter. There was a faint smell of tobacco on his breath.

He must have been completely out of sorts when I let go of his reins, while Bellamy remained calm.

I resisted Damian’s rough thrusts into my mouth, trying to push him off of me. His body rolled slightly away, but he still had a hold of my wrists.

“Let go and just listen to me…”

“You’re disappointed in me for killing a man and I’m too disgusting to be around. If you’re going to say sh*t like that, just kill me. No, maybe you do want me to just die?”

PLACK!

Hearing Damian’s words, I slammed my head into his jaw. It was impulsive, but I felt no remorse, even after seeing his white skin flush red from the impact. He clenched his jaw and glared at me. Undeterred, I returned the glare at him.

He had something he should have never dared to say to me. He had the audacity to talk about his own death, despite knowing how sensitive I have been about death lately. His thoughts were absurd. I was the one who tried to kill the Coun, and it certainly wasn’t a surprise that he was the one who tried to kill him. I’m sure Damian is also talking about the brutal torture he subjected the Count to.

So what?

I already knew who he was in the original. Damian was the Crown Prince’s escort then and now, even if some things have changed.

Murder was a punishment to be reserved as the last resort. Bellamy and I already decided to put an end to this decade-long process, so it’s time for Damian to join.

“I remember what you said to me the day we escaped from the annex, Damian.”

A lower-than-usual voice slipped past my lips. If he thought I would be swayed by his threats, he was mistaken.

“You said that if I died, you would die with me.”

“…”

“If you’re saying that now, you are going to kill m-!”

His hand clamped over my mouth before I could finish my sentence. Damian had an indescribable expression on his face.

The look in his eyes resembled rage. I expected him to lose his temper the moment I said those words, but I was just as disturbed as he was. My feelings were so intense I couldn’t help but cry.

I violently struggled to get away from him, to break free from the crushing weight. At that moment, there was a flash of gold with blue, slowly filling the room. I didn’t have to look hard to recognize the source of the light; it was Damian’s aura.

He withdrew his hand and dispelled the energy, but a chill still ran down my spine. I instinctively knew Damian was unable to control his emotions, and he was unable to kill me.

My temper flared as Damian tried to silence me with his intimidating aura as if he was the only one with the right to be angry. Unfortunately, my lips didn’t part as easily as I needed them to, sticking together like glue.

“Hmph….”

“Go back before this gets any rougher.”

Tears streamed down my face. They weren’t from sadness but from frustration at Damian’s unwillingness to talk to me. So I’m just supposed to meekly go home with nothing? It was best to stay to see if I could resolve this. I was just as distraught as he was and I didn’t have the luxury to remain calm.

“Why? Are you going to kill me too?”

He was about to leave the room, but my words snapped the last of his patience. He reached me with a frightening speed, grabbing my wrist and pinning it down.

“… It hurts! Let go of me….!”

“You should have listened when I warned you.”

“Because you keep crossing the line…! Wait, what are you going to do, ugh….!”

He scooped me up off the floor and shoved me against the wall. The sudden impact of being slammed into the bookshelf knocked the wind out of me. He pulled the hem of my skirt nearly off, with an indignant look on his face.

“Damian! Are you out of your f*cking mind?!”

“You’ve worked hard for this, I should at least give you what you want.”

“When did I ever want anything like this…!”

I slammed my fist into his shoulder as I struggled against him. My futile punches must have done some damage to his already emaciated body. It was only a matter of moments before his c*ck split me open.

“Ouch…!”

Kofi