Don't toy with me: sexiest man of the year

EMPTY GUN

Angela struggled, turning her face away, tears spilling down her cheeks. Damon laughed, looking over his shoulder at Antonio. "Does it hurt to see me touch her? Does it bother you to watch her suffer?" Antonio's eyes darted to the empty gun on the floor, then to Damon, who was too focused on tormenting Angela to notice. Damon's hand slid under Angela's shirt, and his hands pulled down her purple lace thong. Angela tightened her thighs to stop him, but it was useless. "You seem to have gotten wet from my fingers, how long have you been without a man? Did you miss my touch? You get wet for me." His grin widening as Angela sobbed louder, she opened her eyes and met Antonio's gaze. She shook her head. "That's not true! I am so sorry, Antonio ... . I didn't mean to.... I.... I am sorry". Damon laughed out loudly then smacked her on her face. He turned her around and her hair back pressing her face against the wall while he looked at Antonio who was still at the same spot. "I'll take her right here, Antonio. Right in front of you. And you won't do a damn thing about it. Hear her moan in pleasure to my touch". Damon's grip tightened on Angela's hair causing her scalp to burn, his lips brushed against her ear. "This will be fun," he whispered and licked her ear, his eyes staring into Antonio's. Antonio was still silent and showed no reaction. Angela's eyes were wide with terror, tears streaking down her face. "Please, Damon, don't," she begged, her voice cracking. Damon's shaft was placed in-between her, rubbing against her flesh getting ready for penetration. "This isn't so bad after all". He hissed. "Damon". Antonio called out, drawing his Angela's and Damon's attention. Damon raised a questioning brow. "Are you finally ready to surrender to me? I hate interruptions in a time like this..." Antonio raised a gun, pointing it directly at Damon. Damon recognized it as the same gun he threw at him. He let go of Angela in amusement, letting her crash down to the floor. He walked towards Antonio, naked and with his raging erection, his arms spread out wide. "That gun is empty. Have you finally lost your mind too? Frustration can be quite pathetic but seeing you being that person..." He paused abruptly as Antonio allowed a slow smirk to creep onto his face, a cold, familiar smirk that made Damon's eyes narrow in suspicion. "You must have forgotten so fast, Damon". Damon's grin faltered, confusion flickering across his face. "I have one rule. Don't lay your hands on what's mine". Antonio smirked. Damon's eyes widened, but he could react, Antonio pulled the trigger straight down to his erected shaft. The gunshot echoed through the hall, The gunshot echoed through the hall, a deafening roar that shattered the tension. Angela screamed in fear with her two hands covering her ears. Damon staggered back, his eyes wide with shock, his hand going to his chest where blood blossomed through his shirt. "You... you loaded it," Damon gasped, his voice a mix of shock and pain. Courtney's entrance to the Monteros Mansion was nothing as planned. Apparently, Damon's men outnumbered them and not only that, the leader allowed them to pass the gates with no single attempt to stop them. Their arrival in the mansion was intense unsure of what was kept in store for them. When her driver opened the car door for her, she met the face of the leader grinning at her like she was some kind of joke. "Where is Antonio?" Courtney asked bravely. Her men surrounded her with weapons in arms. The leader's wandered around the faces of her protectors then gazed over Courtney's shoulder to the tall guard behind her. His eyes widened at the recognition. "What do we have here? Leonardo." He grinned and walked closer to the man who could be assumed as the leader of Courtney's men. He was with Damon's group until this very moment, trying to win as many men as possible for the Montero's family. Leonardo held the leader's eye contact with the coldness of a soldier. "You were the spy among us all along. I can see why the brat survived that day. You let him leave and killed two of our men, you told stories and betrayed Lord Damon because you are simping for this Montero's bitch." He spoke to his face, his saliva showering over Leonardo's face, but Leonardo did nothing nor reply him. Courtney was surprised about the claim. *Leonardo knew that Antonio was alive? He was the one who let him live? However, it's not the time to ask questions, it's time to save Antonio and Montero's world." "How brave to think you could win over us? I expect you to think like a man...this fight is baseless... Antonio will not win against Damon. He is no longer the same man as before. You still think he is worthy of your service, you would rather die with your honor than live? Maybe I am forgetting your main aim. You are not doing this for Antonio but a woman! Same woman I can have this minute and make you watch..." "Stop this madness!" Courtney snapped, interrupting him. She turned to the rest of Damon's men. "Damon is not the rightful heir to Montero's world! You all know this! I understand why you all choose him over Antonio but believe me he is not like that anymore! Please you have every right to treat him like he treated you in the past but give him a chance to prove himself to you." Some of Damon's guards faltered, glancing toward her as they remembered Antonio's recent plea for forgiveness.