Chapter 4 ARE YOU CRAZY?

ARE YOU CRAZY?

Ava's POV

I invincibly feel there's a need to run away from my own emotions.

I'm afraid of my own heart — it's always asking for more that it drains anyone who offers theirs. Damon stares at me like I am the only person he loathes — full of shame, disgust, and rage. I don't know why I was hurt by the way he looked at me. Sure, he still is, but his stare is not the same anymore. His coldness crumpled me like a thin paper soaked in tears. Everything sure changed now.

I tried to calm myself down. I quickly averted my eyes from him and ignored what he said. I didn't have to explain anything to him. I didn't have to say or ask him. It never entered my mind that we would meet again after so many years. What is he doing here?

I walked straight and turned my back on him. But even before I could go far enough, he quickly and violently grabbed my wrist and pushed me with all his might, causing me to lean against the the car there. I winced when I felt the pain in my back then realized with hindsight that this should be his car. He seems to have anticipated that I would leave by the back door, and then come here and wait for me to bring myself into his grasp..

"What are you doing?!" I shouted at him and tried to get out of his grip but it was just too tight.

When I looked up at him, I was surprised because he was too tall for me, there I saw the flame in his eyes and he seemed to be shivering. His jaw clenched and met my gaze with his burning eyes.

"You didn't answer my question," he answered me coldly. I frowned and looked away from him again. With him so close to me, I could already smell the mixture of wine and his perfume. My heart is pounding for no apparent reason.

"Get off me, crazy jerk!"

"We haven't seen each other for three years. Don't you have anything to say to me? Running away is still your favorite thing to do, huh," he said.

"What are you talking about? I don't even know you," I told him emphatically and almost choked because of the extreme frustration I felt. This guy really knows how to corner me.

I heard him grin. I felt, even more, the tightness of his hold on me.

"I don't think you have amnesia based on how you responded to my kiss earlier. Or do I need to remind you who I am?" He told me seemed threatening, so I looked at him again.

"I don't have anything to say to a stranger. Get off me!" I coldly replied to him.

But I guess I did it wrong because it only made him even angrier. He attacked me for a kiss again and this time, I felt more of his anger at the kiss he was giving me. I can already taste the rusty taste on his lips. He even bit my lip!

I clenched my teeth tightly. This behavior seemed to successfully stop him. He gave up my lips and began to kiss along my cheek all the way to my neck.

This finally made me relax for a moment. But the next second, I found I was wrong. He suddenly lifted the skirt I was wearing!

I felt his warm hand caressing my thigh upwards, rubbed my buttocks across my underwear, and even wanted to stretch his fingers into my underwear.

"Damon, are you crazy!" I couldn't help shouted. Then I heard him chuckled virtuously. He took the opportunity to kiss me again. This time he succeeded.

"Now you finally remember who I am." He uttered between our kisses.

My eyes widened with surprise at his impudence and unbridled behavior.

I can still hear his moan and heavy breathing. Obviously, his sexual desire was not satisfied, and I could still feel his fiery male genitals pressing against my abdomen, which made me shiver. But strangely, he didn't continue. Instead, he gasped and tried to calm down. He even helped me tidy up my dress, which he had crumpled.

Still pressing me against the door, he buttoned my jacket and ran his fingers through my tousled hair, appreciating my blushing face with satisfaction.

I felt like he was treating me like a Barbie doll he had been longing for for a long time. All his actions implied a strong desire for possession and domination.

"This time, you're not going anywhere, Ava." He said, and quickly picked me up and got me into his car.

"You bastard, let me out of here!" I was shoved into the passenger seat of his car, then watched as he locked the door and trapped me. I could only bang on the window to get his attention. But he completely ignored me, walked around to pick up my bag on the ground, and then calmly sat in the driver's seat, then quickly started the engine.

"So, where are you taking me? You're just a guest of horizon nights. I'm off duty now. You have no right to take me away." I hurriedly took the bag thrown by him and held my bag tightly in my arms, as if this would bring me a sense of security.

"Fasten your seat belt." He said, and then kept looking at the road without replying any of my question.

"Shit." I hissed. I knew he would neither tell me where he was taking me nor let me off. I can only turn my head and stare at the gradually strange street outside the window.

He has abandoned me for three years. Wasn't he engaged to Claire? Why did him suddenly appear in front of me now? What was his purpose?

A lot of problems entangled in my heart.

A few moments of silence passed, and I just noticed the car stop in front of a villa. I glanced at him suspiciously, but he only silently turned off the engine, got out of the car, walked over and opened the door for me, "Walk by yourself, or I'll just carry you in."

I knew I can't resist him. So I could only pretend a cold face to cover up my weakness, "Don't touch me. I can go by myself."

He just sneered.

The villa looks a bit old, but the decoration is in the Baroque style that I like, and the rooms are very clean. I was guessing this is one of his more frequent residences.

"We need to talk." I stood in the hall with my hands around my chest.

"Talk about what?" Damon pressed me step by step, "About how you blow man's dick in bunny girl's clothes?"

I blushed angrily! I never thought he would insult me with such words.

"Damon Yboa! I'm talking to you seriously! I think we've broken up. You have no right to criticize my behavior. "

"Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you tonight? I thought, I should have fucked this bunny girl. I should have fucked you three years ago, Ava. How many men have you slept with over the years? Are you relying on your body to attract so many guests?"

"W... What?" I could't believe what I had heard.

The burning anger in his eyes is much more visible. I can also see strong desire along with that anger. It was on fire and nothing seemed to be able to stop him.

Instead of answering me, he quickly stepped on me and then pressed me on the sofa. He attacked me again with a violent and painful kiss. Meanwhile, I felt him constantly tearing my skirt.

I hurriedly tried to save my skirt from him, but it was all in vain. He easily liberated my breasts from my bra, then buried his head in my chest and began to taste my nipples with relish.

I felt a strange feeling coming from my chest and couldn't help crying out in shame.

Suddenly, I no longer recognize who is this man in front of me.

This is not Damon anymore. This is no longer the man I once knew and loved. He looks like a mad ape -- more of a beast rather.

I felt disgusted by what he did and my mind can't accept that because he himself is doing this kind of thing to me. It's because Damon's image to me is calm and gentle. I carry that to this day. He's everyone's ideal guy and I was so lucky when I found out he likes me and he loves me so much.

But everything has shattered down, and it drains me.

The disgust and shame I felt for myself because of what those people did to me at the bar seemed to overwhelm him.

I feel like my heart is slowly burning in pain.

I feel like drowning.

All this feeling reached its peak when he licked and kissed my private part all the way down my abdomen.

I wanted to kick him away from me, but he easily grabbed my ankle. He grabbed my ankle, then separated my legs and showed everything about me in front of his eyes.

"W-what are you going to do? Damon! Are you craze!?" I cried, in despair.

"I'm crazy, Ava," he whispered weakly but scary. "Yes, I'm crazy and you caused all of this."