A/N: Surprise! It's Thanksgiving here in Canada, so here's a surprise chapter update! YAAAYYY!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!! SEE Y'ALL NEXT WEEK!

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A hand on her face and another hand around her waist, the kiss is making her whole body shake in excitement. The kiss is a mix of fiery and passion. Sahara wants to pull away but at this point, all her senses have given up to her demanding husband's lips.

"Sahara..." he says in a husky tone, prolonging each letter of her name. The sound of her name in his mouth seems to have given it a new meaning, Never has she thought that her name could sound so beautiful in someone else's mouth, never has she thought Damian saying her name in such a tone would make her weak to her knees.

He presses his tongue to the edge of her mouth, asking for permission to be let in. Sahara, being inexperienced, didn't know how any of this worked but slightly opened her mouth. Damian took this chance and delved inside her mouth. The strong scent of alcohol mixed with cigarettes being exchanged in between the pair, to Sahara's distaste.

He breaks off from the kiss and looks at the flushed features of Sahara. Sahara's breathing has become uneven from her occupied lips. "I don't think we should-" Her words are cut off from the touch of Damian's lips trailing down her neck. She lets out a small, innocent moan, which sets off Damian's increasing sensual pleasure.

One taste of her lips, and his addiction for her grew stronger. He wanted all the space between them gone, he wanted her whole, he needed her. He knew if he didn't take her in small doses, he'd explode from the ecstasy and bliss. He had sobered up the moment his lips met hers, he was brought to back to his senses when she kissed back. He's doing all of this on his own will and he hated it but also loved every moment of it. The irony is that he might've sobered up but he is drunk on her, he's tipsy from the taste of her skin. (A/N: He's completely lost it, LOL!!)

A small part of him is screaming at how wrong this is because she's the enemy, he should hate her, but her scent of purity and innocence has been pulling him in. The mere taste of her lips have him enslaved, he imagined what would happen if they took this all the way. He took one hit, and he was gone.

I won't need her after I fuck her, the feeling should go away after it's been satisfied, he thinks to himself.

He thrusts his knee in between her legs, hitting her soft spot, earning another unintentional moan from her. Sahara's body starts betraying her as she arches her back in sheer pleasure.

I can't give in, I can't give in, I can't give in, Sahara keeps repeating to herself.

"You're drunk, you're not thinking straight, please..." Sahara tries pushing Damian away. She knew he would not want this if he was in his senses. Little did she know that he wanted this but not in the pure way that she is thinking.

"But you're enjoying it, you want me to continue." Damian growls.

"No! You're not in your right senses! You wouldn't want this if–"

"If what? If I wasn't drunk? I'm in my right fucking sense right now and I want to fuck you raw." Damian yells.

Sahara feels the blood leave her face, as she turns pale. The sweet and gentle Damian was gone, he's been replaced by his usual, aggressive self.

Tears pile up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She blinks a couple of times, letting the tears slide down her cheeks. She places her fragile hand on Damian's cheek, "Please, let me go. Please, don't do this to me. Please." Hoping he's sympathize and let her go.

Her touch instantly decreases some of his anger, but he isn't going to let her know that she has this much power over him.

He grabs her wrist tightly, "Listen, bitch. I didn't want this anyways. You aren't as special as you think you are, snowflake. I can easily walk out and find another whore to fuck, a more experienced whore."

Sahara let a few more tears fall as the pain of her wrist is starting to become unbearable, along with his stinging words. "You can do as you please, but I won't be forced to give you something I'm not ready for."

Her sudden persistence angers Damian. "You're bloody unbelievable. I don't fucking care. I'll find some other whore to fuck."

He stalks out of the room, leaving behind a hurt Sahara, who's heart has been breaking bit by bit from every encounter with him.

"For a second, I could swear, I was falling for him... or did I? Is it too late?" Sahara sobs to herself.

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Viktor looks around the strip club, scanning the room to see if anyone is watching them, "Mate, you're married. You shouldn't be here. This would be bad for your image, if anyone sees you."

Damian takes his 6th shot and laughs, "Yeah, like rich men don't have mistresses or don't cheat."

"Forget about your image, this is wrong, what you're doing to Sahara." Viktor hasn't touched a single drop of alcohol because he knew he's going to have to drive Damian home.

"She won't have sex with me!" Damian yells and whines like a child screaming for candy. Since the club is loud as heck, no one but Viktor and the bartender could hear him.

Viktor rolls his eyes, "Shhh, keep it down, fuck! Dude, maybe she won't even touch you because you're an asshole."

Damian waves him off, "I might be an asshole but I'm irresistible."

Viktor is sure that he'll be rolling his eyes so much tonight that there's a possibility that his eyes might get stuck at the back of his head.

A female with barely any clothes covering her chest or butt, starts grinding on Damian. He smirks at her as he puts his glass down, "I have some unfinished business..."

Viktor's eyes widen, "Oh, don't you dare–"

But Damian had already started to lead the girl to the back.

Viktor was about to follow Damian to stop him and that's when his phones buzzes. He looks at his phone, it's a text from Sahara:

Good evening Sir,

This is Sahara. I didn't mean to bother you but I was just wondering if Mr. Vasiliev is with you by any chance? He left in a pretty distraught state so I was wondering if he's okay.

Thank you!

Viktor slides his hand through his hair, this girl is literally an angel sent from Heaven, how can she worry about such a prick like him? If Damian keeps this up, he's going to lose the only thing that'll keep him from destroying himself.

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Viktor takes his phone out of his pocket, "Wait, let me call Sahara back and you can confi– FUCK."

The moment he looked at his phone screen, his heart dropped. Sahara never hung up, she thought he asked her to wait on the line instead of hang up because he didn't say bye.

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