Warped (17 page)

“Bro, you’ve already got the girl pregnant. No need to keep trying.” Damon laughs and sticks his middle finger up to his brother with a smirk, without sparing Spencer a glance. 

“Leave your brother alone, Spencer Hunt,” Flora reprimands him. “Or no cherry pie for you.”

At the mention of Flora’s pie my mouth waters. It is to die for. “I’ll have Spencer’s slice,” I call out seriously. I mean it. Her pie is the best.

“You can have my slice, beauty,” Damon offers.

“Thank you,” I smile. I hope he realises I’m serious. I want two pieces of cherry pie.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

AUGUST 9
TH
2014

I’m standing in our room staring at my reflection in the mirror. I'm almost sixteen weeks pregnant and I love how my bump has grown. I feel and look pregnant now.

I'm rubbing oil on my stomach when Damon comes out of the bathroom and comes to stand behind me. Our eyes meet in the mirror, his hands come to rest on my belly, and his lips move to my neck placing gentle kisses there. Shutting my eyes, I lean back into his body, savouring the moment.

His arms move up my body, his hands massaging the oil in, as they ascend to my aching nipples. My back arches, pushing my breasts into his large paws, and the moan that escapes my throat doesn’t even sound like me.

When I feel his fingers slip under my bra and pull on my nipples I almost explode. When I turn my head to seek his lips his mouth crashes down on mine. I press my arse against his already erect cock, rubbing against him, inviting him to take me from behind. He doesn’t. Instead his hand trails down over my stomach, and enters my knickers. When he slips his fingers into my folds I whimper. Damon circles my hidden pearl before sliding inside my core, and I almost collapse in pleasure.

“Is that good Ella? Do you like it when I do this baby?” he asks as he starts up a deep thrusting rhythm. His voice in my ear is enough to make me orgasm on the spot. It’s raspy and sexy, and I answer with a moan as he plays my body perfectly.

I fucking love what this man does to me.

“Do you want to come baby?”

I grind into his palm, making my inner walls flutter round his thrusting digits. The moans pouring from me give Damon the answer he requires. I'm almost doubled over with pleasure. It’s too much. My knees feel weak, and my body trembles as my orgasm starts to take over.

It hits me like a tidal wave, sending waves of pleasure around my body. I hear myself screaming Damon's name the moment he bites down on my shoulder, making my pleasure continue.

Damon holds me steady for a few moments before picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. He sits me down on the counter, and he takes a moment to clean me up, being gentle, loving and kind.

When he finishes, he stands between my legs, and runs little kisses over my face. I smile as Damon’s hands come to settle on my bump and he rubs in soothing circles. He’s transfixed with my changing body.

Damon pulls back and gives me a grin before looking at his watch. He realises the time and pulls me down off the counter and leads me back into our room, slapping my arse playfully.

“If we are going to make our engagement party on time, we need to get ready,” he growls.

Bubbles of excitement fill me as I think about our engagement party at the Ice Lounge in a few hours. I can't wait to see what Spencer has organised. The only thing Damon will say is that he has never seen anything like it. I'm not quite sure what that means. Should I be happy or should I be worried?

****

Taking a final glance at my dress in the mirror, the butterflies I felt earlier are back. I’m ready.

I can’t believe I'm engaged to Damon and I'm going to be his wife. And it’s not happening for any reason other than I love him and he loves me. I never knew being this happy was possible. I’d never thought I deserved to be as happy as I am feeling right this moment, and I'm still completely terrified that it will be taken away from me at some point. But I can’t keep living my life being frightened to actually live, or being scared to let my heart open to the only person who has wanted to love me for me. 

I run my hands down my dress, taking in my full appearance. My hair has been teased and hangs to the side, the crystals on my dress throw sparkles of rainbows when the light catches them, and I feel amazing. I’m wearing a sheer floor-length gown, and I’m completely nude underneath. It’s got a split from foot to thigh, and the only things covering my arse, pussy, and breasts are millions of tiny gems. They’ve been strategically placed to keep me decent but also show my nudity. It looks like I’m draped in diamonds. My bump is defined, as is my arse and hips, and the dress hugs every inch of me. I’ve left my makeup light, only adding mascara and clear lip gloss.

With one final glance in the mirror, I slip on shoes that match the crystals on my dress. Gems swirl and dance up my feet and wrap around my ankles. Picking up my clutch, I leave our bedroom and head out to meet Damon, who is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. When he gets a good look at me his mouth visibly drops open. That single move makes my heart flutter. He makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. I still have issues believing that he wants me, but I'm trying, not just for me but for our baby. She deserves to have her daddy in her life.

Damon meets me when I get to the final step, his arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me towards him, kissing me with so much passion it takes my breath away.

“You look beautiful Ella,” he rasps. “You’re so fucking sexy.” Damon’s hands run across my bump as he kisses the tip of my nose. “Mine,” he declares, before pulling me out the door and to the car. Damon has arranged for a driver to take us to the Ice Lounge. 

****

When we arrive at the Ice Lounge twenty minutes later I’m floating on a high. As we walk through the entrance I notice all the little details Spencer has seen to. Crystals are everywhere, glistening in the lighting. Hanging from the ceiling are two massive bird cages with large glass hoops dangling inside, with women in white costumes with angel wings swinging, twirling, and dancing on the hoops. It's spectacular. I feel like I’m in the circus and I stand for a moment, mesmerised at the routine they are performing.

When we walk fully in to the room all our friends and Damon’s family are there to greet us, and they greet Damon with such adoration that my eyes fill with tears. Flora and George greet me the same way, like I'm already their daughter.

I get passed around to family members and family friends who offer their congratulations on the wedding and the baby. It’s only when someone asks when we plan to get married that I realise we haven’t actually set a date.

Damon recaptures me after several minutes and we mingle together. After about an hour of pleasantries my feet are killing me and I really need to use the bathroom. Letting go of Damon’s hand I excuse myself and rush off to the ladies room.  As I'm walking around the corner I spot Lacy and Sofia. I walk over to them, and give them both a hug, and thank them for coming.

“You look beautiful Ella. I bet Damon is struggling to keep his hands off you. I know I wouldn’t be able to if I were him.”  I chuckle at Lacy's comment but before I get to respond, a voice sounds out. A voice that makes my skin crawl

“I agree Lacy. Damon has always had a problem with keeping his hands off gold-diggin’ whores,” Leona sneers. Her whiny voice grates on my nerves. “What's the matter Ella, cat got your tongue?” Turning my body fully towards her, I take a step forward but Sofia grips my arm and pulls me back.

“Ella, she isn’t worth it.” I track Sofia’s gaze down my body. Her eyes stop at my stomach where my hand has automatically moved to rest on my bump. I know what she’s saying, and she’s right. Leona isn’t worth it.

I turn back to Leona and see her hate filled eyes are directed at my stomach. “Oh yes, I heard about the spawn. I would say congratulations but,” she pauses and looks away as if she’s thinking before looking back at me, her eyes filled with disdain. “But I don’t really give a fuck.”

“Shut the fuck up Leona and back off,” Sofia snaps. Leona looks shocked for a second before she pulls herself together and glares at her.

“Why don’t you fuck off back to the background where you’ve always been? You’re always around Sofia, but you’re not important so don’t try acting like you are.” Leona rebukes.

“You’re not fucking wanted here Leona so leave, before I get Damon to make you,” Lacy snarls.

“No one wants you here. How did you even get in?” Sofia demands. I laugh.

“She’s her mum’s plus one. We invited Steen and Sandra but Steen was forced to stay home so Leona could get in,” I tell them.

Lacy and Sofia giggle, making me chuckle with them. It’s a little desperate if you ask me.

Leona’s rage filled eyes glare at us before settling on me, hate making her sneer.

“Don’t fucking laugh at me you stupid little slut,” she spits. “The only reason Damon is marrying you is because of your brat. We all know it, but I’m the only one voicing it. It isn’t because he fucking loves you. Damon doesn’t love. He can’t love.” I take a step back from her venomous words. Do people really think that? I look at Lacy and Sofia wondering, just for a second, if they believe that. They just had my back. No way do they think I’m trapping Damon. That thought gives me strength as I stand taller and face Leona head on.

“Leave, Leona. Now. I don’t need Damon to take you out. I’ll do the job myself, pregnant or not.” I don’t know what she sees on my face, whether it’s determination, or truth, but she turns away from me and storms off without another word.

I inhale a calming breath and make my way to the ladies room. When I exit the cubicle Lacy and Sofia are standing, leaning against the sinks. I walk over without making eye contact, grab a paper towel and wet it, dabbing at my overheated face.

“I hate her. She fucking gets to me every time,” I say, finally meeting their eyes in the mirror. Neither replies but they both walk over to me and put their arms around me. It feels so good to have real girlfriends who understand what an evil fucked up cow Leona really is. If only I could get Damon to see the real her.

We walk out of the toilets and I instantly start looking for Damon. After my run in with Leona I want him to hold me. I need that reassurance.

I spot him standing by the double doors that lead out to the outside balcony. His eyes meet mine and he gives me the most breathtaking smile I have ever seen. I don’t know if it’s my encounter with Leona or my pregnancy hormones, but I find my speed picking up to get me to him quicker. I'm almost running, and when I finally reach him I throw myself into his arms, and he stumbles back in surprise but manages to hold on to me, keeping me steady.

“Are you okay beauty?” he asks. Worry is clear in his voice and his touch. His hands run up and down my body, making sure I’m unharmed. I nod my head into his chest before lifting my head to look at him.

“I am now,” I smile.

“Dance with me baby.” I nod my head yes, take his hand and turn towards the dance floor, but instead Damon tugs me through the doors out onto the balcony. I'm speechless when I see what he has arranged. Candles are lit all around, and there are fairy lights hanging above. It looks amazing and romantic.

I run my hand along the banister. The view looks out over the lights of London, and it’s breathtaking. The night sky twinkles and buildings light the streets from below, giving a magical aura to this wonderland Damon has created for us. I take a deep breath before I turn to face Damon, who is watching me with an intense expression on his face.

Damon doesn’t speak, but he reaches into his pocket and removes his phone. After pressing a few buttons the melody of a song I recognise begins to play. He puts his phone on the ledge and takes a step towards me, pulling me into his arms just as the voice of Roberta Flack sings into the night. The opening line to
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
plays as tears fill my eyes. I rest my head on his chest and sway with him to the music. It’s the most romantic moment of my life.  

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

DAMON

I watch Ella as she walks back into the room with Lacy and Sofia. Her eyes scan the crowd, and a little frown appears on her face. It’s obvious that she can’t find what she’s looking for, but then her eyes settle on mine, and I see it. She was looking for me. My heart does a fucking flip that would usually make me want to run, but with Ella I just want to take her in my arms.

Once her eyes have taken me in, her face breaks into a beautiful smile, and she doesn’t even say anything to Lacy and Sofia as she walks towards me, picking up speed with each step.

I’m about to reach out for her when she comes crashing into my arms, making me take a step back, having to use the wall for support.

Ella burrows her face in my chest and I rub her back. She clings to me, and I know something has upset her.

“Are you okay beauty?” I ask as I check her for injuries. I know it’s a dick move, but my cock starts to stiffen as my hands glide the length of her body. She feels fucking perfect against me. I feel her nod her head yes before she looks up.

“I am now.”

I stare deep into her green eyes, barely believing I get to keep her, that she really fucking loves me.

“Dance with me?” Ella nods and grasps my hand, trying to pull me to the dance floor. I gently tug at her hand, letting her know that I want to go out on the balcony. She smiles and walks out the doors.

I stand back and let her take in everything surrounding us. It looks fucking amazing, Sofia has outdone herself. I didn’t trust Spencer with this romance shit, and I asked Sofia to set up the balcony.  It’s better than I imagined. Don’t get me wrong, Spence has made Ice Lounge look fan-fucking-tastic, but it needed the girly touches if I’m going to get what I want.

Ella doesn’t spend much time looking at the lights of London that gleam from below, and she’s not interested in the hustle and bustle of people on the streets. She barely pays attention to anything other than the lights and candles filling most space on the balcony. She turns to look at me and her beautiful face is lit up with excitement.

Taking out my phone I look through my music until I find the perfect song I want us to dance to. When I finally find
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack
, I hit play and move towards her. 

Pulling her into my arms, she rests her head on my chest, placing her arms around my waist. We stay like this for a few minutes. I don’t want to break this moment.

“Are you having fun?” I look down as she looks up and her emerald eyes make my breath catch in my throat.

“It’s been amazing Damon. Thank you.” I return her smile. It really has. Spencer and Sofia have pulled off an amazing party.

“I think we need to thank Spencer. He has done an amazing job, so maybe we should ask him to organise the wedding,” I laugh. “He has a talent.”

We stop dancing at the mention of the wedding. We haven’t really discussed anything regarding the wedding and I want to correct that right now.

“Have you thought about when you want to get married baby?” I ask, and her mood instantly changes. Ella moves away, and goes to stand by the railing, looking out over the night sky. I move behind her, placing my hands around her waist, and rest them on her bump.

“Are you sure this is what you want? The baby and me, are we enough for you?” She doesn’t look at me when she asks this, and her voice is shaking as though she is scared of what my answer will be.

“You're all I will ever want Ella. You're everything to me.  I just want you to be my wife, and I will wait forever if I have to, but I'm hoping you feel the same way. I was thinking we could do it in about six weeks. Is that too soon?” She stays silent for a few minutes then she looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

“Yes, I will marry you Damon. Tomorrow or the day after or even the day after that. I’m not bothered when we do it. I will marry you tonight if you want to, here and now. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. The other details don’t matter to me. None of it does.” I can hear sadness in her voice and I know it’s because she has no family. Cradling her face in my hands I run kisses along her face before eventually settling one on her mouth.

“I’m glad you said that baby. How would you feel about getting married at my parent’s house? It can be a small affair or massive. Whatever you want Ella.”

“I just want you, Damon.”

“I love you Ella Knight.” This is the fucking happiest day of my life. No one will ever take my beauty away from me.

She is Mine.