1 Broken for the first time (1/2)

Rosaline face stirred. Her long eyelashes lifted up and revealed two beautiful bright blue eyes. Her half closed eyes looked drunken and lifeless as she laid limp on the big comfortable bed.

She was in a large room with dark theme. The room was furnished richly and lavishly. The bed where she laid was covered with white sheets.

Events of the previous night came back to her like a bullet. But she was quaintly silent and didn't show any movement.

It was as if she knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Her eyes held immense hopelessness as they landed on the man who was buttoning his shirt at a distance.

Slowly she got up and sat on the bed. The slightest movement caused immense pain between her legs.

As her eyes caught a red spot on white sheets, she realized that what happened last night was really a reality and not one of her nightmare. A deep desolation filled her heart.

Her body felt tired and sore.

She grabbed the blanket and covered her naked body that was full of bruises and hickeys. Her long brown hair fell in front of her face and covered her face completely as she stayed glued to her spot clutching the thin blanket tightly.

Noticing Rosaline movement, the man glanced in her direction.

As if sensing the glance on her, Rosaline stiffened and her heart started thumping loudly.

At that moment, all she wanted was for this man to leave her alone. To let her off and allow her a little air to breath and a moment in peace. But perhaps the man was not that benevolent.

The man stepped towards her with half of buttons of his white shirt still open that revealed his tuned abs and brawny chests.

Rosaline sensed him walking towards her. Her hold on her blanket tightened as if she was scared that the man would snatch it and throw it away. She tightly shut her eyes.

Once the man sat on the bed facing her and she felt the bed sinking in front of her, a whimper escaped her soft lips.

Damon saw her cringing on the bed.

”Scared?”, his voice landed in Rosaline ears and made her blood run cold. She felt the unpleasant knots in her stomach.

Her head was bowed down that made her hair fall in front of her face and covered it completely. He didn't see her face and couldn't make out her expressions. He noticed her tightening her hold over the blanket as if her life depended on it.

He smiled wryly.

”Do you think this little piece of cloth can save you from me?”, his voice held dark humour.

No it couldn't. The truth was-nothing could. Nothing could save her from him.

As if realizing the fact, Rosaline gasped slightly and her body started trembling. She could feel her breath getting shallower and faster. Her hands and feets were turning cold with fear.

The man reached out and threw away her hair, exposing her face. When her last protection was mercilessly snatched away from her, she tried to move away but was instantly stopped by the headboard of the bed.

Sensing it, Damon quickly put his hands on both sides of her on the headboard to stop her from getting up from the bed and running away.

Now she had no way to go. She couldn't hide. Although he was not holding her, she knew that as soon as she tried to run away, he would grab her and wouldn't let her to leave.

She had no choice but to face him.

But as her eyes landed on his chiselled face and deep eyes, events of last night resurfaced and flashed across her eyes.

She quickly looked down once her eyes welled up with tears.

The man looked at the ravishing face of Rosaline who was not willing to look at him. He saw her flushed face and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She was covering most of her body but he could still see the reminders of their passionate night on her neck that was exposed.

He was not happy to see her reluctance to look at him. His long, well-defined fingers held her chin and made her look into his eyes forcefully.