When she opened it, her eyes widened — it was a small black bikini, elegant but revealing.
"Oh, no," she whispered, shaking her head. She couldn't do it.
Elena stepped out, holding the box close to her chest.
"I'm not wearing that."
Damian looked at her, one brow raised. "Why?"
"I can't wear a bikini," she said softly, her cheeks heating up.
A smirk curved his lips.
"I've seen you naked countless times, Elena. Why are you shy now?"
She crossed her arms, her voice shaking slightly.
"That's different."
Damian took a step closer, his tone changing — colder, sharper.
"Put it on now, Elena," he said slowly. "It's an order from your master."
Her eyes lifted to his in surprise. "Wow," she said quietly, her voice trembling.
"We're back at this again?"
"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "Because you're stubborn."
His words were like ice, cutting deep.
"You're a disobedient playtoy… a lucky one, too.
" You make your master beg you, do nice things for you — so please, don't piss me off right now."
She blinked fast, fighting back the sting in her eyes. His next words came harsher.
"You act like you're important these days," he said, his tone heavy with control.
"Forgetting that you're just a girl I fuck."
Elena froze. Her chest tightened. Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back.
She didn't want him to see how much it hurt.
Without saying a word, she turned away, her throat tight, and walked back to the changing room.
She shut the door softly behind her, leaned against it, and took a shaky breath. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the bikini.
"I hate you," she whispered under her breath, though deep down she wasn't sure if it was true. She doesn't hate him.
Elena finally stepped out of the changing room, her bare feet brushing against the smooth stone floor.
Her breath caught a little as the evening air kissed her skin.
She had on the black bikini Damian had chosen — simple, but revealing her curves perfectly.
She looked down at herself, feeling shy and uncomfortable. She tried to wrap her arms around her body as if her hands could hide her from his gaze.
Damian was already by the pool, wearing only a pair of black shorts. His body was toned, his tattoos visible. A cigarette hung lazily between his fingers.
When he saw her, he froze mid-puff, his eyes running over her slowly, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
For a second, he forgot to breathe. Then, a smirk touched his lips as he flicked the cigarette away and stood up straight.
"Now that," he said in a low voice, "was worth the wait."
Elena's cheeks burned. She turned her face away, her hands still covering herself.
"Stop staring," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Damian chuckled softly.
Without another word, he walked to the edge of the pool and dove in.
The splash of cold water hit her legs, making her jump back with a little squeal.
He came up to the surface, slicking his wet hair back, his eyes locked on her the entire time.
He noticed the way her face had gone quiet.
Damian could read her now — he'd studied every look, every silence.
He knew she was still hurt from what he said earlier. Guilt crept into his chest, but he hid it behind his calm expression.
He scooped a handful of water and splashed it gently at her.
"Hey," he called, his voice softer this time. "Stop looking so sad. Come here."
She shook her head quickly. "No."
"Come on," he said again.
"No!" she repeated, her voice playful but unsure.
He grinned, mischief glinting in his eyes. "Fine, have it your way."
He swam closer to the edge, resting his arms on the poolside where she stood.
Without warning, he reached out, his hands sliding gently around her ankles.
"Damian!" she gasped, grabbing his arm.
But he didn't stop. With one playful tug, he pulled her legs, and she fell forward with a loud splash into the pool.
"Damian!" she screamed, laughing as she came up to the surface, her hair dripping.
He laughed too, that deep, rare laugh that only she ever managed to bring out of him.
She splashed water at him in revenge, and he splashed back, both of them laughing now — like two kids forgetting the world.
"Stop it!" she cried, shielding her face.
"Not until you smile," he teased, splashing her again.
"Fine! I'm smiling!" she said between giggles.
He finally stopped. He swam towards her his body so close to her, he leaned in and kissed her passionately.
Slowly his hands moved down in the water sliding his hands into her.
"Damian... Stop.. ah" she moaned as she looked around.
He notice then whispered to her ears, his finger still in her.
"No one's here, I promise"
He said softly as he brought out his finger and locked it slowly still staring at her.
She relaxed in his arms when she heard him. He kissed her again deeper this time.
He moved his mouth to her neck and then to her mounds, her ni**les hardened at his soft kisses as a moan escaped her lips.
"Ah"
He picked her up placing her on the edged, he took off her whole bikini leaving her naked, he did same with his shorts.
"You're beautiful cupcake" he muttered out and she blushed.
He spread her legs and so she was so w*t, he smirked devishly.
He took his mouth to it, playing with her cunts slowly.
Elena moans got louder. "Damian"
He took out his short letting his self out. He rubbed his hard self a little on it before he slid into her.
Her moans didn't stop.