A/N: I'm not sure if there's an update coming tomorrow but there will for sure be an update by Monday! 🤗🤗🤗

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It's been almost a week since Sahara and Damian have spoken to each other. He's ignored her every chance he's gotten.

And every time they do run into each other, he acts like an asshole, hoping to steer Sahara away from him.

Sahara has had enough of him trying to ignore her. She sets her foot down one morning to face him but little does she know, things will go a little differently than she expects.

One morning, she hears the tap water running in their washroom. Damian's in there, this is my chance to confront his stubborn butt. She jiggles the door knob and notices that it's unlocked. She hopes and prays that he has clothes on or she knows her mind will sidetrack. She takes a deep breath and goes for it.

❌🔞 A/N: I always forget to warn y'all. Explicit content ahead!!! SO DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT UP FOR IT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK BEYOND THIS POINT. 🔞❌

Sahara walks into their bathroom, where Damian is standing in front of the sink in his towel. He notices her from the reflection in the mirror.

(A/N: a little visual to spice things up 😉)

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" Damian says as he continues to apply products to his face.

"You. I want you, Mr. Damian Vasiliev." Sahara says in a breathy tone.

That was all that Sahara needed to say to make Damian weak to his knees and awaken his every sensual instinct because he knows he cannot stay away from her long enough.

He turns around and pushes Sahara against the wall, both his hands on either sides of the wall blocking Sahara from being able to escape.

He brings his face closer and closer to hers until she could almost feel their skin touching. What a tease. He doesn't move his gaze from her plump lips. In a deep, husky voice, he says, "Say it again." as he unwraps her scarf from her and it slips off her head.

Sahara traces her fingers across his lips, "I want you, Damian. I want you, I need you."

The mere touch of her fingers on his lips made him hard, she held so much power in her littlest, most innocent gestures, it drove him insane.

He thrusts his knee in between her legs, which made a small moan escape Sahara's lips as he left trails of kisses down her neck and then back up until their lips met. As they kiss, he grabs her legs and wraps them around his torso. "I want you so fucking bad. I want to be inside of you, I want to make you cum so fucking good." Damian says in between their kisses.

Sahara, who's flustered and still a little shy, whispers in his ears, "what are you waiting for?"

Damian doesn't waste a single second and carries her to their bed and takes off his towel revealing his manhood, which Sahara seems to still have a hard time processing. He slowly takes off Sahara's clothes, one by one.

Sahara, still being a little shy, covers her chest with her arms. Damian takes her arms and pins them down beside her, "You're way too damn gorgeous to be hiding all of that from me." making Sahara blush uncontrollably. "You make so damn horny when you act shy. It turns me the fuck on."

He starts leaving kisses down her body until her reaches her honeypot and dives into her. Sahara grips onto his hair as her whole body shudders with pleasure and ecstasy fills every inch of her body. "That feels so good, Damian, ohhhh my gosh."

"So fucking sweet, mmm, you taste so fucking delicious, I could do this all day. Such a good girl."

"D-D-Damian, I'm going to–" Sahara's whole body trembles in pleasure as she releases the sweet nectar from her flower. "That's a good girl."

He kisses her forehead, then her cheeks, and then on to her lips. As their kisses get deeper and deeper, he grabs her neck in a soft choking position, making Sahara gasp at the sudden roughness, which she found oddly sexy. He enters her body slowly with each thrust. Sahara running her fingers down his back as she moans softly driving Damian insane at her softest, most innocent sounds.

"You feel so fucking good, Sahara. I can't believe you're all mine." He whispers in his deep, seductive voice. He grabs both her wrists and pushes them against the mattress, "Tell me you want me, tell me, Sahara. Fuck." His lips hovering over her ear.

"I– I want y–you. I want you s–so damn b–bad, Damian."

The sweet sound of her voice is literal sex to his ears. To him, her silky soft voice sounds like as if she could turn him on with just one word.

Each thrust brought him closer and closer to his climax until he couldn't take it anymore and let's go. He collapses into the bed beside her as she curls up into his chest and they just lay there together. "Shit, you always manage to turn me on. How do you expect me to stay mad at you?"

He could feel Sahara's smile against his chest as she cuddles deeper into his chest in embarrassment. He wraps his arms around her tightly.

"Damian?" Sahara whispers. Her heart starts racing faster. She can't believe she's about to say it out and make it real.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

It became quiet, all you could hear is the beating hearts of the two. Damian tightens his arms around her, "I– I lo–"

"Hey, it's okay. I won't force you to say anything until you're ready, understand? Do not say it until you're ready and comfortable." Sahara says in the most sincere tone, she could feel Damian relaxing.

"But–" Sahara puts her hand over his mouth.

"No 'buts'. I don't want to hear it unless you mean it and ready, okay?" Because she knew he felt very pressured the moment she said it. She understood and she could tell he wasn't ready.

"Thank you." Damian whispers as he places a kiss on her forehead. They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms.

• • •

"I know you two know and I want to know! Tell me!" Sahara begins interrogating Katherine and Sebastian after Damian leaves for work.

"Madam, we really ca–" Sebastian is cut off.

"YES, YOU CAN!! He is not at home and I'm not a snitch. I just need to know, please." Sahara uses her most innocent facial expression making Sebastian and Katherine feel guilty.

"Let's just tell the child or else she's going to try getting herself into trouble again." Katherine accepts defeat.

"Yesss!!! Story time!" Sahara says like a child, even though this might turn out darker.

Katherine begins, "Good news is, he doesn't use either of the rooms anymore. He stopped using them both the moment he met you, literally."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Sahara seems confused.

"The day Anastasia introduced you to him, you were all that was on his mind. No one but Sebastian and I noticed. He said he couldn't focus in either of this, uh, room-activities because of you."

Sahara wasn't sure if she should feel flattered by this or? But she did seem to start blushing like always.

"Awe, you're so cute." Katherine says.

"But what were they for?" Sahara pushes the topic.

"They were for exactly what you think they were for– torture and kinky sex." Jennifer chimes in. Everyone looks at her stunned. "Yes, of course I knew. I've worked here for almost two years, you think I wouldn't have figured it out?"

Katherine gives Jennifer the we'll talk about this later look and continues talking, "Anyways, Damian had a tough childhood, without parents. I know you can't blame a, excuse my language, shitty childhood on your behaviour. But it turned out to be the case for him."

Sebastian continued the rest, "By the age of 16, he associated himself with some horrible people and turned his hatred for people into torture for people who betrayed him or got in his way. That room has lots of dark history and bloodshed. And, ahem, the other room was for his nightly pleasures that he grew fond of in his path to adulthood."

"Yeah, I heard he likes it rough, I bet you'd know." Jennifer winks as she bursts into giggles. Sahara begins covering her face with her scarf, way too obviously.

"Jennifer! Know your place!" Katherine scolds her, irritated. Jennifer puts a hand over her mouth to stop the giggles.

"But, Madam, both Katherine and I want you to keep something in mind. I'm sure Ms. Anastasia will warn you of this soon. Damian is a bit of a strange child. He is a little bipolar, as you've probably already discovered. Once he begins to feel something for you, he'll want to back out. He'll probably do something really inappropriate and screw himself over because his feelings scare him since he's a tough guy and all–"

Katherine interrupts Sebastian, "What Sebastian is trying to say is, Damian doesn't do the whole 'love' thing. He almost fell in love once but he panicked and, excuse my language again, fucked himself over because he's afraid of getting hurt. So don't give up on him if he seems like an asshole to you when you try to get close, he needs a little push on the right path sometimes, you'll give him that push."

Sahara nods. Elizabeth had already given her this lecture once. Was the girl he almost fell for Elizabeth? But from the sound of Elizabeth's story, it was like only she was in love with him? Who did he almost fall for?

"I understand, but can I just ask something?" Sahara fidgets with her scarf.

Katherine and Sebastian nod. "Are you sure Damian doesn't use the room?"

Katherine smiles, "Oh, no, sweetheart, he hasn't hurt anyone since he's laid eyes on you."

Sahara blushes a little, "No, not that room, t–the other room..."

Katherine and Sebastian break into a huge smirk as Sebastian says, "Madam, you're safe, trust us. That room hasn't been touched ever since."

• • •

"Bloody hell, Bro." Damian runs his hand through his hair as he leans back on his chair in his office. "She said she loves me. What the fuck."

"So? You can't let this little lamb run away. Besides, I know how you feel about her, don't be a bitch about it." Viktor says.

"Fuck that. You know I don't fuck with my feelings. It isn't my thing. But she's just so, she's–"

"Sexy as fuuuckk. If I could tap that a–"

"VIKTOR!" Damian growls. "That's my goddamn wife you're speaking about."

"Relax! See, point proven. Don't lose this one, man. She's a literal gem, in other words, she's a million times better than all the hoes you've encountered. Besides, I'm after her bloody beautiful best friend anyways."

Damian rolls his eyes. "After what happened with–"

Viktor interrupts him and says in a serious tone, "No, no, no. That woman is from your past, leave her in the past. You've been given a chance to start anew, don't fuck this up."

Damian furrows his brows in concern because the last time he was given a chance at a happy ending, he ruined it with his own two hands.

"Anyways, how's she in bed?" Viktor smirks as he slips in the question knowing Damian would spill easily.

"Aw mate, what can I tell you. She's fucking amazing. She– what the fuck, VIKTOR!"

Viktor laughs as he puts his hands up in surrender, "okay, okay. Sorry, no more teasing. Anyways, I should get back. I have problems in my own love life to deal with." As he was about to walk out the door, he tells Damian in a stern tone, "Don't fuck up, mate. Don't do it. You'll regret this one, badly."

Leaving behind a frustrated Damian.

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He holds Sahara against his chest, as he wonders: am I really falling in love with her? Or is it just the sensual feeling?

He thinks about her, the her from his past, what if he didn't turn her away? Would he have been happy? Or is Sahara his happy ending?

The way he wants to find out might ruin them both, a pain neither would be able to bear, a pain so unbearable that It might lead to the death of a pure heart.

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A/N: I know it kind of deescalated/was kind of anti-climactic after the *steamy* scene. But I needed all of you to not die from the feels so I had to put in some normal scenes to maybe clarify some parts of the story. LMAO! 🤣

Buuuuut, what did you guys think of *that* scene (if you read the part, of course)? Y'all likey? 😏

So, who is this "she"? And what decision will Damian make that will ruin Sahara and him, both? Hm... I wonder... 🤔

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