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

A FAVOR

“Diana? Are you asleep?” Damon whispered and shook her. “Hmm?” Diana muttered sleepily. “I need a favor from you, it's important, I need it now”. He whispered. Diana opened her eyes weakly. “What is it?” ***The next morning*** As the first light of dawn crept through the windows. Diana slowly opened her eyes, suddenly she felt a sore ache in her muscles, a sweet reminder of the rough night she shared with Damon. The bedsheets were still rumpled, a testament to their intense ass fucking, and then the cream pie he gave to her to seal it all. She smiled to herself, feeling grateful for all that happened last night. Her eyes adjusted to the morning light, she noticed Damon in front of the king-sized bed, already up and getting dressed. She wondered if there was an emergency he needs to attend to. Maybe she is moving way too fast, feeling like his wife already. Yet, she couldn't help but admire him. His broad back and strong arms moving with a fluid grace as he buttoned his shirt and fastened his pants. She smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest at the sight of him, so strong and capable. Talking about capable, his performance last night was epic for a supposed gay bottom. "Good morning," she said, her voice huskily with sleep, trying to sound more alert than she felt. Damon turned, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at her. His gaze felt so warm and loving, she thought. “Good morning, beautiful,” he replied, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Beautiful? Where we are going somewhere! "Slept well?" he cuts into her thoughts. Diana met his gaze which was sparkling with amusement, like he knows the answer already. Diana blushed, feeling a little shy. “Not so well but worth it,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Damon chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers, and walked over to the bed, leaning down to kiss her softly. Wait? He is being suddenly nice to her! Why is he treating her like this of a sudden? Are they now like an official couple or something? “I expected that response,” Damon cuts into her thoughts again with a deep whisper, his breath tickling her skin. “I was a bit rough last night.” Diana's heart skipped a beat at the memory, her body responding to the husky tone in his voice. “You were perfect for me,” she replied, her voice barely audible. Damon's eyes darkened with pride this time and he smirked. “I knew you would say that, you see Diana I need one more favor from you”. Diana looked up at him curiously. Last night after they made out he asked for a favor and here's another one. She sighed. What is he really up to? “Anything for you”. She managed to smile. “To bring Antonio down I require you to die”. Diana thought she heard wrong. Die? Another fake death? That must be his plan, but what a boring plan, Damon! “You think faking my death can do anything to that brat? Then think again. He is over me and won't resist killing me if given a chance. The brunette got him wrapped around her finger. He is not under my control anymore, so I can't just fake my death”. Damon gazed down at her coldly. “No one said anything about faking your death, Diana”. “What do you mean?” Diana asked a bit confused also terrified somewhere down her gut. “This time, I need to die for real”. Damon replied dryly. Diana's eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling from Damon's unexpected words. She could only but laugh. “You are joking, right?” She chuckled, yet her heart raced in panic. She never felt so scared in her life because that face of his was a giveaway. Not only that, but she had searched in his eyes for a sign of unseriousness and amusement but found none. Tears came rushing into her fearful eyes. “What do you mean, die? You ain't planning to get rid of me, right?” she snapped, her voice trembling with fear. Damon's expression turned even colder, his eyes glinting with nothing but evil. This wasn't a time for her to find that eyes admirable. It terrified her! “The only way to ensure my victory is to eliminate you and make the brat responsible for it” he smirked, his voice devoid of emotion. Diana felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Now it hits her, why he requested that video of her last night. Tears clouded her eyes as she realized she had fallen into Damon's trap. He played right under her nose. “How long have you been planning this? You promised! You asshole! You said I will be by your side to take over the Monsteros." Damon shook his head and laughed. “You poor thing. Sincerely, I am still surprised you fell for that shit”. He said thoughtfully. And with that, he turned and started walking towards the door, leaving Diana feeling shattered and betrayed. “You! Son of a bitch! I knew I should've never trusted you!” Diana snapped in tears, anger giving her some boldness. Her hand instinctively reached for the pistol on her bedside table, her heart racing with fear and adrenaline. She grasped the cold metal, her fingers trembling as she pointed it at Damon's retreating back. “Don't take another step,” she warned, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. Damon halted, his eyes glinting with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he turned to face her. “You think a gun can stop me, Diana?” he sneered, his voice dripping with confidence. “I have gone too far to be deterred now.” Diana's finger tightened on the trigger, her mind racing with desperate thoughts. She knew she had to protect herself, but a part of her still loved Damon. “Please, Damon,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Don't make me do this.” “Go on”. Damon smiled. She closed her eyes and with a surge of adrenaline, she held the pistol tightly determined to make a last stand. But as she pulled the trigger, she realized with a jolt of horror that the gun was empty. An empty gun? Damon had planned this all along. Damon suddenly burst into throaty laughter. “You are dumber than I thought, I know you had a gun below your pillow …I saw you put it there. It was entertaining to see you try”. Tears rolled down Diana's place cheeks freely. “Why? Why are you doing this?” “Because unlike you, I am logical and not emotional? Do you think I will really love to have my kids with an old whore, please…” He laughed again. Suddenly, the room door cracked open, Diana's eyes widened in terror as the guards stormed into the room, their weapons trained on her. She felt a cold sweat trickle down her spine as she realized she was surrounded. Damon's eyes gleamed with a sinister light, his expression unyielding. “You see, my dear, I've taken precautions,” he sneered. “You're not going anywhere.” The guards closed in, their guns still pointed at her, and Diana knew she was trapped. She felt a wave of despair wash over her, her mind racing with desperate thoughts. She knew she had to think fast, or she'd be at Damon's mercy. Diana's mind raced as she tried to think of a way to escape, but she knew she was helpless. She realized too late that she had underestimated Damon's ruthlessness, and that her love had blinded her to the danger that had been lurking beneath the surface all along. "Remember I…I…. have your DNA in me! You can't kill me and get away…”. "Don't you worry about that, I will take care of it”. He replied with an evil grin on his face. The guards dragged her away. “No…No…no please!"