Chapter 11
“Damon, what the hell do you want?”
He lost all rationality and pressed a brutal kiss to my face.
I took the opportunity to send Asher my location, but he saw it and retracted the message.
“Elena, you can only be mine!”
“Since Harper is gone, let’s have another child. If that still doesn’t keep you, we can try again. I don’t believe you’ll be so heartless. There’s always a child who can tie you down!”
Damon’s eyes were deep and distant, yet sharp with an intense focus.
He started tearing at my clothes, his lips biting down on my neck.
“Elena, you used to love me so much. Why are you so heartless toward me now?”
I struggled, but he pressed my legs down with his own.
“Damon, you’re always so arrogant. Someone like you doesn’t deserve my love!”
I thought back to that mating night when he was just as forceful.
My pleas hadn’t softened him then either. Instead, they seemed to enrage him, making him even more violent.
In the midst of the struggle, I slapped Damon across the face.
“Don’t make me hate you!”
The coldness in my eyes only stung him, and Damon retaliated with more force.
His hand was almost to my skirt when I reached the bedside table and grabbed the silver dinner knife, driving it into his abdomen.
Blood gushed out, and in panic, I threw the knife away.
Damon looked at the blood pouring from his abdomen, a twisted smile curving his lips.
“Elena, if this will make you feel better, then go ahead, I don’t mind if you stab me a few more times.”
He pulled the knife out, and the blood soaked through his white shirt.
Frightened, I ran to escape, about to open the door, but he blocked my way.
“Elena, please, punish me.‘
Damon grabbed my hand, the silver dinner knife pointed at his stomach, ready to strike.
“Damon, have you lost your mind?”
I yanked my hand away from him, and the silver dinner knife clattered to the floor.
Damon stared at me, heartbroken.
“Elena, I lost my mind two years ago. Without you, what’s the point of living?”
“If you won’t forgive me, I’ll die right here in front of you!”
He picked up the knife again, pointing it at his stomach, ready to plunge it in.
