From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196 Enough For The Night

DAMON

“Why are you crying?” I asked her agam, but she only held on to me tighter.

“Im sorry that you had to go through that,” she said,

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? I enjoyed it.” I told her, and she shook her head frantically.

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“No. You were being raped and abused. That’s not cool, you didn’t know what you were doing, she manipulated you.” Eloise argued.

“I don’t think so. I was very much aware of what was happening. I never once refused her; she was my escape. The only person who cared about me in her own way.” I explained to her, trying to make her understand that Celine hadn’t done anything wrong to

me

“Stop it,” she shouted at me, and if I weren’t strong–hearted the way I was, I would have probably flinched at the way she shouted.

“Stop saying that. You were a kid, Damon–a ten–year–old kid. And how old was she at the time?” she asked me.

“She was thirty–five or so.”

“Oh my goodness,” she whispered and covered her mouth, more tears rolling down profusely.

“Please, stop crying. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“I can’t help it. You went through so much, I don’t want to hear you say it’s fine again. Because it’s not fine, is she still alive?” She asked.

“Yeah, she’s doing well with her fifth husband,” I remembered the last time I heard from her. She came around the palace to mess with me, but I was already a cold motherfucker, nothing could melt the ice I had built around my resolve.

“I hope she drowns in a sea, or she chokes on her saliva,” Eloise said, with so much venom in her voice that the fire in her eyes amused me. She almost looked…murderous.

But my Eloise was too calm for that; that look didn’t belong on her face. I’ll do all the murdering.

“Tell me everything,” she said.

“So, I felt so comfortable with her. After we had those sessions of fucking, we would light up a blunt and then talk about several things She got me in some ways; though she tried to manipulate me, I knew it, and I just went along with it because I needed the attention. I didn’t know what my life would look like if she left it. I didn’t know what would happen if I told her to stop coming, that would mean ( would be alone with no one but myself, as nobody else cared.”

“I depended heavily on Celine mentally. Anytime I had issues, she was the first person I called. The first time I killed someone out of anger, she was the first person I called, and she fucked me through the daze. It was so weird, but I still went with it. We did everything. The cycle went on and on She would sneak into my room, fuck me, and then we would get high and talk. Until disgust started creeping into my mind slowly. I didn’t know why because I enjoyed it; she was the only one who got me, so why was I feeling disgusted by her?”

“I asked myself these questions, but I didn’t get any answer until the night of my 17th birthday. After my parents threw me a birthday party that they would not attend as usual, I was in my den in the palace, smoking my mind out. The people who were at

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the party were not there for me but for the booze and to get laid. My parents didn’t mind crowds like that, anything to get the approval of the pack members.”

She held on to my shirt tighter.

“Anytime Celine fucked me, she was always on top. She was always in control, but I never felt in control because she was always taking everything I had to give. This particular night, I didn’t know what came over me. She sneaked into the den and locked the door. The den was a different place from where we carried out our shenanigans; it was my space, the only place that calmed me. And was in control anytime I was in there.”

“So when she came in that night and was about to climb into my lap and ride me, out of nowhere, I pushed her back, tore her dress, pulled her ponytail back, and entered her in one brutal thrust. I fucked her brutally, sonficoing brutally, she wasn’t moaning, she was groaning. I didn’t stop until I ejaculated on her back like a slut. That was the first time I ever took control, and I liked it weirdly. The fact that she didn’t see my face, the fact that I could fuck her up, I didn’t know I could do that.”

“I didn’t know i had that power. The fact that I controlled the sex that night gave me a high that I had never had. It was a new feeling, and when I was done, I saw the look of fear in her eyes. She didn’t say anything that day, she took her clothes, and walked out half–naked. I didn’t care; I finally felt free. I didn’t need her to control me anymore. It felt good.”

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