Chapter 78: Insatiable

Chapter 78: Insatiable –Livana– I can move freely when he’s not around—or when he’s asleep. This mansion may be gorgeous, but I still can’t wait to go home. To my home. I use my walking stick and follow the patterned path Damon made just for me. Every step is precise, rehearsed, familiar. I paused when I reached the indoor garden nestled at the center of the mansion. With my fingertips, I traced the smooth glass wall that encased it, walking slowly along its curve. The structure was vast, and what lay within—breathtaking. Rare flora bloomed in silent elegance, untouched and deliberate. A crystal-clear pool shimmered beneath the soft light, where white and gold-orange koi glided alongside sleek silver arowanas—graceful, ornamental, and unknowingly captive. "Liva," Laura’s voice called softly from my left. I turned toward her. She was in her pajamas, yawning, lazily rubbing her belly. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Admiring the garden behind the glass," I chuckled softly. "Trying to imagine what’s inside." "Then I’ll walk you in." She came to me and gently held my hand, guiding me toward the glass door. She punched in a code on the panel, and soon, we were inside the garden. "Watch your step." Cobblestones. The scent of earth and petals wrapped around me like silk. The gentle splash of the small waterfall over the pond mingled with the sound of rustling leaves. I let the illusion hold—listening, smelling, feeling—but I could see everything. Clearly. "There’s a bench here," Laura said with a smile in her voice. "And a little picnic spot where you can be with your beloved." She squirmed slightly, the word ’beloved’ dripping with implication. "You’re sounding more romantic lately," I smirked as she helped me to the bench. "Yeah, well... he made me romantic." She smiled, gently caressing her belly. "We were playing, right?" she added teasingly. "The first one to fall loses." "Mmhm, and I always lose," she laughed, glowing in a way I could never acknowledge aloud. Luminous. Soft. Motherhood suits her. But I simply grinned. "I mean..." She reached for my hand, lifting it to her face. "I’m glowing. I’m happier now." "I’m glad you are," I said softly, gazing toward her cheek. "I just wish you could see me." I can see you. But I won’t say it. Not yet. Not when the game is still unfolding. "I’ll be able to see you soon," I replied—part promise, part misdirection. "But..." she tilted her head, looking away, "Damon seems more... insatiable when it comes to you. I feel like if he had your heart, he’d finally be satisfied." I smirked. That’s the plan. I want him to be insatiable. Obsessive. Consumed. And once I have everything—especially his—in my hands, I’ll crush him. I want him to only think of me. No one else. "Let him," I said. "That’s what I want from him." "Well," she sighed. "He’s still determined to win your heart." "If he’s that insatiable... he can try someone else." I leaned back, inhaling the scent of the night air and nature around us. "Liva, don’t be like that. That man is already crazy about you. I don’t think it’s right to keep him that way." "I know it’s not right," I sighed and closed my eyes. "But I can’t love, Laura. Not when the word betray still exists. Not when traitors still walk the earth." "You can’t erase that from the world. It’s part of life." She stood and stretched. "Come on. I’m starving for ramen." "Where’s Damien?" "He’s been working nonstop, sis. He deserves some sleep." "Hmm." I followed her to the kitchen. I stood near the counter as she opened the freezer and pulled out three packets of frozen ramen. "Want one?" "I’m fine." I found a barstool, climbed onto it, and sat down. "I’ll make one for you anyway," she said cheerfully, setting up three small casseroles and separating each ramen into its own pot. The aroma soon filled the kitchen—rich, savory, nostalgic. She plated them beautifully and then pushed a bowl in front of me. I noticed she combined two other ramens into one larger bowl just for her. Odd. Why cook them separately? But I didn’t ask. "Careful. It’s still hot," she giggled. "Fork, please? Or chopsticks?" "Oh—sorry, I forgot." She laughed again and handed me a pair of chopsticks. I let the bowl cool in front of me while she began blowing on her own noodles, happily digging in. After our late-night ramen, I wandered the mansion while she retired to her bedroom. I reached the dead-end corridor on the west side of the estate—empty, unused, quiet. I turned to head back and halted when I noticed a silhouette at the edge of the property. A spark. Smoke. A man. "Liva?" Logan called out. "Are you smoking?" "Hmm. Yeah," he said, flicking the cigarette and stepping closer. "What are you doing out here?" "Well, noodles are heavy on the stomach. She ate two servings. Funny, right?" "Ohh..." He began walking beside me. "Can you send me to Delhi now?" "Nope. The trio’s still having their fun. So, no." "Hmm. Then I’ll escort you back to your room. Stop wandering around." When we reached my room, Choco was already outside—my darling companion—in her ridiculously adorable pajamas. Logan opened the door, and Choco pranced in first. Inside, I made my way to the bedroom. Damon was already there, sprawled on the bed, sound asleep. Completely out. He didn’t even stir when Choco jumped up beside him. He’s so exhausted. Just a few drops... and he’s out like a light. Perfect. I headed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and braided my hair with care. Then I joined them on the bed, smiling to myself when I saw Choco snuggled perfectly between us. I lay back, eyes on the ceiling. This red room. This carefully constructed trap. Insatiable. That’s what people are. Especially Damon. But his condition? I made him that way. And soon, I’ll make sure he never recovers. –Laura– It’s sad. I sniffled and snuggled closer to Damien. I don’t even know why I’m sad exactly—maybe it’s my sister. I just want her to see me. See how happy I look. I want her to love freely. To live like a normal woman—to fall in love, to get her heart broken, to heal and try again. Not... whatever that is with Damon. That twisted, obsessive game they play with each other. But maybe that’s just how they are. Perfect for each other in their own bizarre, intense way. Yup. Twisted soulmates. "Hey," Damien murmured, wiping a tear off my cheek. "You smell like ramen." He grinned. I burst out laughing and sat up. "I ate ramen—with my sister!" "It smelled like more than one serving," he teased, leaning in to kiss me. "Sorry I didn’t wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully." "What if you got hurt while cooking?" I pouted. "Babe, I’m not that clumsy." "You get clumsy," he shot back, sitting up and stretching. "Come on, brush your teeth." I pulled the duvet over my head and whined dramatically. "Nooo, I’m comfy." But he just scooped me up like a big teddy bear and carried me straight into the bathroom. Ugh. I love-hate that. I lazily grabbed my electric toothbrush and started brushing, half-asleep. Then he took it from me. "Show me those teeth," he ordered playfully. And just like that—he was brushing my teeth for me, giving instructions like a dentist dad. "Mouth open. Tilt. Now the molars. Stop giggling." After that, he handed me the tongue scraper with a dead-serious face. I gave him a full pout. "Ughh... really?" "Come on." He’s bossy—but I love it. After that little routine, I finally got to flop back into bed. I climbed over and waited for him, smiling when he snuggled up behind me. Aaand yep. Of course. He’s hard. I feel bad for him. We can’t have sex right now—not in my first trimester. But hey... there are alternatives. He used to pretend he could ignore it. But not anymore. And honestly? I miss him too. I miss us. Those wild nights of endless lovemaking, where we forgot the world, forgot time, forgot consequences. But Damien... my Damien... He’s been through so much. He deserves gentleness. Love. Affection. And yes—he deserves my body. Hehehe. Okay, that sounded so dramatic in my head. But seriously—thinking about serving myself to him like he’s royalty? That’s kinda hot. And fun. "So? Are you up for a sixty-nine or the flashlight?" I grinned, wiggling my brows at him. "I mean... we do have that toy here, right?" I reached for the waistband of his pajama pants. "Nope!" he said firmly. "Oh, come on," I pouted. "I miss that buddy of yours. I like watching it grow... bigger." I giggled shamelessly. He groaned, his jaw tightening. "It’s already painful not being able to shove it inside you. So stop teasing me." I rolled my eyes and leaned over to open the drawer, pulling out the lubricant. He knew exactly where this was going. Without warning, I pushed him gently back onto the bed. He propped himself up against the headboard, giving me that look—but didn’t stop me. I slipped between his legs, peeled off my top, and let my breasts fall free. God. Just being in this position, right in front of his thick, hard manhood, makes me burn. Heat coils low in my belly. I feel it throb between my thighs. Seriously—how can he be this sexy? I want him. All of him. Endlessly. "Laura, no—" he tried to stop me, but his voice was already giving way to the heat building between us. Too late. I’m aroused too. And this? This is our version of fun.