Mistress to a Monster

He was her first.

Damon made the first move. He lifted off her, and she didn’t know what to do as she pressed her thighs together, feeling him spill from between her legs.

This was awkward. Damon didn’t say anything as he left the room. Milah hated the weak tears that filled her eyes. There was no point in being depressed. Damon De Luca was the enemy. Someone she should hate.

You didn’t wear a condom.

She hated herself. They hadn’t been careful, and the last thing she wanted was to get pregnant.

These were not the best circumstances in which to raise a child. Damon hated her, just as she … didn’t like him.

There was no way they could bring a baby into this world. It would be too cruel.

Her mother had always asked her that if possible, to try to find someone she liked and who would make a wonderful father. Thinking about her mother right now made her miss her so damn much.

Life wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair.

Damon returned, and without a single comment, he reached for her.

She let out a squeal, not wanting to be the first one to speak between them, but she had no choice.

“Put me down!” She tried to pull out of his arms, but Damon held her even tighter.

“Stop being a baby.”

“Ugh, I can walk.” She didn’t like how nice it was to be in his arms.

Now wasn’t the time to be enjoying the enemy. She knew that.

“And when I want you to walk, that is exactly what you will do, but not today.”

He carried her through to the en-suite bathroom. Damon surprised her even more by slowly lowering her into the bathtub.

“Relax. Do not move or I swear I will fucking paddle your ass.” He pointed at her and then left the bathroom.

The warm water was nice.

Milah glanced around at the luxury bathroom and slowly breathed out a sigh of relief. Leaning back in the water, she suddenly jerked upright and kept her gaze on the door. Damon had claimed her virginity, but that didn’t mean anything. They were still enemies.

She refused to give in to him, even though, much to her shame, part of her wanted to. They had only had sex.

It meant nothing.

Nibbling on her lip, she kept her gaze on the door.

Damon took some time, but he soon reappeared. Milah didn’t know if she should be happy about that or not. He didn’t say a word as he stepped into the tub on the opposite side of her.

She tried not to look at him.

You didn’t use a condom.

“We’re going to need to stop by a pharmacy,” she said.

“Why?”

“I … there was no…” She looked at him, hoping he would get the general idea of where she was going with this.

He merely stared at her. Was he playing dumb on purpose?

“I will need the morning-after pill,” she said.

“Not happening.”

“Damon, this isn—”

“I said no.”

She glared at him. “I don’t want to have a child with you.”

“Who says there is going to be a child?”

“I’m not stupid. It only takes one time.”

“And that means you could already be pregnant, and I’m not going to take that chance.”

“You’re being unreasonable.”

“That is what happens when you fuck with a De Luca.”