Each step that Helena took caused a head to turn and stare at her. From upper and lower classmen no person spared to not look at Helena. Man or woman it didn't matter as all took a chance to look at Helena whose heart shaped ass wiggly with each step.
Nor did her chest get spared as many prevented boys stopped and turned to get a better look at her breast which from the sides seemed to almost fall out.
One boy watching started to drool, making him shake his head as he had to wipe his mouth lest he get outcast by the other students.
Helena tried her best to ignore the looks but it became increasingly difficult especially since Damein did nothing to protect her. Instead he just walked beside her with his chin raised high as if he was proud of his finance showing off her body like a prevented slut.
"God she is so hot."
"I'd let her ruin me."
"Damn, Damien really has everything, doesn't he? From status to a beautiful girl, and to top it off he's strong."
As the gazing continued, Helena's jaw tightened by just a fraction of a degree.
Damien, seeing Helena's jaw tighten, let a satisfied smile curl at the corner of his lips. This was exactly what he wanted — for everyone to look at Helena like a trophy and realize that she was his.
His hand rested on the small of her back, spread out possessively along it, his thumb tracing slow circles along her spine.
As they moved deeper into the Grand Hall, they reached the elevator, where a standing receptionist was waiting.
"Lord Blackwell, we have been expecting you." Bowing, the receptionist held her arm out, letting Damien and Helena walk on through. Her eyes stayed carefully fixed on a point past Damien's shoulder, trained not to look at the woman on his arm.
"Have a good dinner, sir." Bowing one last time, the receptionist then pushed the button, and the elevator doors closed as it began to go up.
The elevator hummed as it started to move, slowly climbing toward the top floor.
Helena's hands moved at once. Her fingers caught the loose side panels of the dress and tugged them inward, pulling the thin silk tighter against her ribs to make sure the fabric still covered what little it was meant to cover. One side. Then the other. A small, useless adjustment she'd already made a dozen times that night.
"You see, darling? I told you every man would want to look at you." Damien smiled as he turned to look at her fully.
Then he stepped forward.
Helena backed up on instinct but there was nowhere to go, so her back was met with the cold brass wall of the elevator. Damien closed the small distance between them, his hand reaching out to cradle her face.
"Damien—"
"Quiet."
Hushing her, his fingers spread along her jaw as if he was inspecting a statue. His other hand slid around her back and pulled her against him. Her hands rose to his chest as if she was going to push him away, but she stopped herself.
"At least you know better than to refuse your master. But it still seems you haven't learned your lesson. How about you give your fiancé a proper kiss before dinner."
Helena looked at Damien with wide eyes as he was clearly pushing it on what she could take. But what could she do?
And so Damien leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was anything but gentle, his tongue invading Helena's mouth and demanding what was his. And from his body, Damien unleashed his bloodline.
Helena felt it the instant it hit her.
A slow, creeping warmth bloomed low in her belly, soft at first, like the first sip of strong wine on an empty stomach. Then it spread. It crawled up her spine, into her chest, down the insides of her thighs, into every place she didn't want it to go. Her skin prickled and her breath hitched against Damien's mouth. The cold brass wall at her back suddenly felt too cold against skin that had gone too hot.
'No—'
She knew exactly what this was: it was Damein and his rotten bloodline. Like a poison entering her body Helena starts to feel a heat and hunger that she wanted no part of.
But regardless of her hate her body started to yearn for Damien. The heat in her body made her feel like a rabin mutt in heat unable to stop herself.
Her thighs pressed together as her insides started to become moist. Her nipples harden against the thin halter panels of the dress. Her breath came faster through her nose while Damien's mouth was still on hers and continued to ravage her.
The hands that had been pressed against his chest to push him away curled instead, fingers gripping the front of his jacket, pulling him closer without her permission.
Damien, feeling her body's lust, pulls back slightly, smiling at her as he enjoys her supple lips.
And Helena, against every part of herself that was still screaming no, kissed him back.
Her tongue met his with force as her body softened against him. No longer fighting against him Helena starts to use her womanly charms, arching her body to look more like a goddess. She didn't care when the panels of her chest gave away showing more of her soft white skin that threatened to spill out.
On top of that a small, helpless sound escaped her throat half whimper, half something worse and Damien drank it down like a man who had been waiting all night to hear it.
He held her there, letting her kiss him, letting her hands grip his jacket, letting her body do what her mind would never have allowed. He let it go on just long enough that she would remember it. Just long enough that she would never be able to tell herself it hadn't happened.
Then he pulled the bloodline back.
It receded the way a tide pulled out, all at once, leaving her stranded on dry sand. The heat drained out of her belly. The fog cleared from behind her eyes. The grip of her own fingers around Damien's jacket suddenly registered as something she was doing, not something that was being done to her.
Helena's eyes snapped open.
She was still kissing him.
Her hands were still pulling him in.
Oh gods.
She tore her mouth away from his with a sharp, ragged breath, her face going scarlet. Her hands flew off his jacket like the fabric had burned her. She pressed herself back against the brass wall and stared up at him with wide, horrified eyes, her chest rising and falling too fast, her lips still swollen from the kiss she had just returned.
It didn't matter that it hadn't been her. It didn't matter that he had put every ounce of that heat there himself.
Her body had done it.
Her body had grabbed him by the chest and pulled him in. It was her tongue that had explored his mouth, savoring the taste of hard brandy on his lips.
'No. Helena, stop thinking about it.'
Shaking her head, Helena tried to push the awful thoughts out of her mind, but it was so hard.
That was the trick of it. Damien didn't need her to love him. He just needed her body to give in, and before she knew it, she would have surrendered herself to him entirely. Just to satisfy the craving her body wanted.
Damien smiled down at her. Slow and pleased, like the smile of a man who had just proven a point.
"Mmm." His thumb brushed across her cheek with a tenderness that made her stomach turn. "Thanks for the taste of heaven, darling."
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