The environment morphed again and they were back in the tiny sitting room dripping wet and intensely kissing.
Rhys had his hands holding the back of Carla's head as if afraid she would regret her actions and pull out.
The smacking sounds of their lips continued, their wet flushed bodies rubbing against each other, Carla moaning into the kiss.
'Oh Dear!' She exclaimed in her head, she had initially intended to hold him down with the kiss so he didn't run but now, she wasn't sure she would want to stop this anytime soon.
Rhys groaned in her mouth as if acknowledging her thoughts and she flushed. His kiss was as wild as he was.
Just when her fingers were starting to explore other places, the door pushed open and they both paused as if asking themselves if that was supposed to be normal.
"Carla!" The angry voice thundered and the kissing couple separated to look at the fuming intruder.
Carla held back an exclamation seeing Damien inside her sitting room at such an odd hour of the night.
The room suddenly felt crappy and small with the two men towering over her. One glaring at them and one casually pushing his wet hair back.
"What are you doing here?" Carla felt drained already but she tried not to stutter facing the angry man.
"What are you doing kissing him? Heck! What is he doing in your house in the middle of the night?"
"You might want to keep your voice down, the neighborhood is sleeping." Rhys' calm voice only seemed to infuriate Damien more.
"Who the fuck are you?" Damien made to walk forward but Carla stepped right in front of Rhys.
"Her man? Her bestie? Her guardian? You might want to figure it out yourself, she has the right to be close to a man after you abandoned her." Rhys snaked his hand around Carla's waist and pulled her to himself.
Carla bit her lips when her back hit Rhys' muscled body. She resisted the temptation of rubbing herself against him when Damien's sharp glare fell on the part Rhys' hands touched.
"Carla?" Damien made a move.
"Stop! He will leave, right away." Carla spoke hurriedly, her head swirling in confusion.
"Really?" Carla couldn't see Rhys but she felt like he was raising a brow.
Rhys hand tightened around her waist before he bent to talk into her ear.
"Do you really want me to go?"
Carla bit her lips even harder before nodding.
"You'd rather spend a night with him and not me? Even after our intense kiss just now."
Carla's cheeks pinked. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Damien restless movement.
"Just go." She whispered back.
Rhys sighed before biting her ear and that was it. Damien rushed forward, skillfully avoiding Carla, he landed a punch on Rhys.
"Damien! Stopp!" Carla didn't know how she managed to keep her shout controlled enough not to alert the neighbors.
"He's leaving already." She jumped severally in front of Rhys, preventing Damien from having the opportunity to strike again.
"I'll see him off." She announced but Damien got hold of her hand and dragged her to his side.
"You stay." He growled, his eyes fixed on the smirking Rhys.
"See you tomorrow Carla." Rhys was hell bent on infuriating Damien as he touched his lips like he was handling something extremely valuable.
It felt like Carla forgot to breathe the instant the door shut closed against Rhys who would have preferred to disappear in the room than take a cautious long walk to avoid suspicions.
Damien turned her sharply to face him, his hand gripping her jaw in an iron-like grip.
"It hurts." She blinked tears away from her eyes.
"Where else did he kiss you?" He glared at her lips.
If he had a way, he would have sliced off her lips to wipe out any trace of the kiss.
"Just…my lips." She managed to say.
"Good." He replied and hurriedly licked her lips at first, stunning her to silence before gobbling up her lips.
He fiercely sucked at it as if it would clean off the trace of the intruder ignoring Carla's yelps when it got too rough and when he intentionally bit her.
"My daughter – she is – sleeping." She managed to say in-between breath.
"I don't care. Where is your bathroom?"
"What?" Carla blinked at him.
"You were both clearly in the bathroom." He looked at her wet clothes.
"He really had fun feeling the swell of your breast against his chest." His lips twisted.
"We didn't have SEX!" Carla was appalled.
"But you did kiss. A passionate kiss." His blue eyes flared and his lips curled into something close to a snarl.
"We…"
"I felt the need to see you and it turned out this was what you were doing?" It wasn't really a question.
"Your bathroom, else I would fuck you right here and now." He ordered.
Carla felt her knees buckled, it made her hate her body for reacting that way to his crude words.
Not waiting for her, he carried her into the other bedroom the little girl hadn't entered the last time he came and from there he saw the door to the bathroom.
"We don't have to do this Damien." Carla was careful not to raise her voice high.
Damien locked the bathroom door and peeled off his clothes, leaving his stack naked, his huge veiny dick hard and ready.
"I am extremely tired." She begged and she wasn't lying.
"You can sleep on my dick." He answered and took several steps forward as she stepped back cautiously.
Taking hold of her almost transparent nightie, he ripped it apart, ignoring Carla's silent scream.
When her watermelons bounced before him, he grabbed them and pinched both nipples at once earning a low moan from her.
"Please…" A weak plea.
"But your body loves it. I'm only reclaiming what is mine." He said and tore her panties off too.
Carrying her by her hips, he made her rest on the wall, her pussy entrance right before his cock as he slammed into her, hard and fast making her eyes widened.
"You can scream if you want to … yeah … because I'm not letting go of you till you cum twice." He slammed into her again, her breast bouncing in reply, her eyes half closed.
"Damien." Her fingers broke his skin as she held onto his shoulder for dear life.
"Cum for me Carla." He thrust into her, watching in pleasure as her face lit up in ecstasy.