Текст книги "Sweet Seduction"

Автор книги: Maya Banks

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Chapter 18

Nathan strode in the bedroom after glaring holes through a departing Cole. Having to stand outside while Cole put the moves on Julie, his Julie, and pretend that nothing was going on had him busting a nut.

Micah nudged him and shook his head. In other words, calm the fuck down.

He held his hands out in front of him and stared as if he could will himself to stop shaking. He didn't want to touch Julie while so much anger rushed through him.

Possessive. Who knew he had such a possessive streak? If asked, he'd have never thought he was the jealous type. Too much mental energy involved. And what woman was worth that kind of aggravation?

He sucked in several breaths and focused his attention on the bed where Julie lay. Instantly his anger was replaced by a red-hot haze of lust. All he had to do was look at the woman and he was a walking hard-on.

He snuck a look at Micah who, while not unmoved by the sight of Julie, didn't exhibit the insanity that Nathan felt. No, Micah was Micah. Cool as a cucumber. Which was fine with him, because he'd rather Micah not feel the same rioting emotions toward Julie.

It was for that reason that he'd been able to watch Micah touch her.

Micah glanced back as if seeking permission, and when Nathan didn't press forward, Micah reached for Julie's hand.

Curious as to what Micah had in mind, he stood back as Micah pulled Julie to her feet to stand beside the bed. He could see her trembling from his vantage point, and he wanted to soothe her, to let her know he wasn't going to allow anything to happen that she didn't want. But then he realized it was excitement, not fear, when her nipples beaded and formed hard points.

She clutched Micah's hand trustingly as he guided her toward the middle of the room. He stopped her and lowered her hand to her side. He touched her cheek and held a finger over her lips in a signal that they'd be just a moment.

Then he stepped back and looked over at Nathan as he reached for the fly of his jeans.

Still curious and feeling more than a bit naive, Nathan shucked his clothes, but still he waited for what Micah would do.

When Micah tossed the last of his clothing away, he reached out to touch Julie's shoulder. With a firm grip, he pushed downward until she got the message and bent her knees, sliding gracefully to the floor.

Nathan frowned, then hurried over to the bed to get a pillow. He came back and motioned for Micah to lift her back up. Confusion riddled Julie's features until he tucked the pillow under her knees and then she smiled her thanks.

Now that her mouth was directly in line with his cock, he knew exactly what Micah had in mind. So did his dick. It surged upward, straining outward just an inch from her lips.

Nathan touched her hair, running his fingers through the strands that hadn't been tied down by the sash. With a shaking hand, he cupped her chin and angled her so that his cock was aimed at her lips.

A delicate, feminine sound escaped her mouth as she parted her lips. Was there ever a sweeter torture for a man?

When she sucked lightly as he slid into her mouth, he had his answer. It just didn't get any sweeter.

He rose up on tiptoe in order to get as deep into her throat as he could. His ass tightened, his balls tightened, he was one big muscle spasm from head to toe as she flicked her tongue over the head of his dick.

Wanting to make it as easy for her and as pleasurable for him, he cupped her face between his hands and held her gently in place while he fucked back and forth.

Like quicksilver, his release gathered, fiery and sharp. He pulled away abruptly and pinched the head of his dick between his fingers. Christ, he'd been in her mouth all of a minute and he was ready to blow his top.

Micah moved in, nudging her chin over. She turned, blindly seeking him even as she reached a hand to steady herself on Nathan's leg. Her touch reassured him, steadied him as Micah found her mouth and sank deep.

It did odd things to him, watching his friend fuck his woman's mouth. It appalled and aroused him in equal parts until, quite frankly, he wasn't sure what the hell he thought about the whole thing.

And then it hit him. It was her. If it had been any other woman, he'd be turned on as hell. He'd fuck her brains out alongside Micah and have a hell of a time doing it. But this was Julie. Julie, who he considered his. Julie, who he had some fucked-up feelings for.

He nearly groaned aloud. This was all wrong. And he was helpless to stop it.

After the first time Micah turned her to him, she readily caught on and halted Micah's session on her own, turning back in Nathan's direction.

He cupped the back of her head tenderly, his fingers caressing her scalp. While the first time he'd done most of the moving, this time she moved her head back and forth, sucking him deep, licking and rolling her tongue around the flared ridge of the head.

As much as he wanted to come all over her mouth, he wanted to make her squirm in absolute pleasure. He didn't want her on her knees in front of him; he wanted her under him, beside him, next to him, on top of him. Flush against him. Skin on skin. He wanted to feel her body ripple against him as she came undone.

He pulled away and before she could turn to Micah again, he reached down and lifted her up, hoisting her upward so that her legs fit over his hips. She gave an alarmed gasp, but he ignored it as her slick heat settled over his cock.

He parted her folds with careful fingers, settling at her entrance. His dick was straining upward, wanting her, reaching for her moist haven.

Cupping her ass, he lifted slightly and then slid into her pussy. They both moaned.

Then he panicked as he realized he was going to be so busted if her hands went any higher than his shoulders.

Micah moved in behind Julie, fitting his cock to her ass. With both men to hold her up between them, they easily drove into her body. Micah gripped her upper arms, preventing her from moving them higher. He pulled downward, grinding her onto his cock. The motion sent Nathan deeper into her as well.

Making sure that pleasure and not pain reflected in her features, Nathan wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her closer to him so that Micah's angle of entry was better. "God, you're big," she whispered.

Nathan's gaze flew to Micah. Were they hurting her? A sheen of sweat beaded Micah's forehead. It was creased with intense concentration. Pleasure. Almost pain. But no pain carved lines into Julie's face. No, her head was thrown back, her lips parted as tiny little gasps spilled out every time they slapped against her ass and thighs.

Taking his cues from Julie and her obvious enjoyment, Nathan thrust harder, driving deep and holding before retreating again.

Her body shook with the force of the two men slamming into her. How much could she take? She was a good deal smaller than him and Micah, and even if she was plump and curvy, it didn't mean she could take the continual bombardment they were meting out.

And before he'd made sure that he was the one to introduce Julie to anal sex. Not that he knew if he was her first. It didn't matter. He was determined not to hurt her, to make it good for her. Now Micah was fucking her ass, and Nathan had no way of ensuring he was as gentle as Nathan had been.

He closed his eyes. This had to stop. He was making a complete cluster fuck of this entire situation. His dick was starting to shrivel under the weight of his brain overloading.

Carefully he pulled her away from Micah and started toward the bed. He wasn't going to make Micah go home with a case of blue balls, but neither did he want them to work Julie over in the middle of the room.

Still buried in her pussy, he gently laid her on the bed. Reaching back for her legs, he hoisted them high on his hips as he settled more firmly between her thighs.

She probably wanted a kinkfest, complete with another double penetration. But all he wanted was to make love to her. He wanted to slide so deep inside her that her body acknowledged who she belonged to, even if she didn't know it was him loving and pleasuring her.

He looked down as he withdrew and let out a curse. He'd been so overtaken with the urge to possess her that he wasn't even wearing a condom. What the hell must she be thinking? This wasn't the time to lose his head and leave her unprotected. He didn't have any diseases, that was for sure, but the last thing he wanted to do was knock her up.

Oh hell. He pulled out of her in a hurry before the idea of her pregnant with his baby could make him lose what little sanity he had left. Yeah, she was probably on birth control, but there was no need to take any chances.

He turned blindly in search of a condom, and Micah tossed a packet into the air. With clumsy fingers, he tore the wrapper off and hastily rolled the latex on.

Now that he'd felt her sleek heat, he loathed the idea of a barrier.

He stared down at her luscious body, and he knew in that moment he wanted nothing more than her on top of him, her sweet, rounded ass cradled on his thighs. His hands cupped around that sweet ass.

He lay down beside her then reached for her. Micah was there to help her as he turned her and urged her to straddle Nathan's hips.

For a moment Nathan merely stared up at her, his hands roaming over the curve of her hips to her plump breasts. He loved the feel of all that silky, satiny skin over his palms. She was soft where he was rough. She made him feel strong. An able protector.

To his surprise, she didn't wait for him. She reached down and curled her hand around his cock. She didn't hurry, though. She toyed with the band of the condom, touching the bared portion of his cock below before gliding her hand over the latex-sheathed portion. Then she dropped her hand again and cupped his balls in her soft palm.

A groan escaped, billowing up from the deepest portion of his chest.

She fondled them carefully, and with each touch, he grew harder until he was one giant, painful erection.

Laughing softly, she arched upward and tucked his cock between the satiny flesh at her apex. He watched in utter fascination as his length disappeared behind a shield of silky, tight curls.

She landed against him with a tight shudder, her hips quivering, her pussy fluttering like a butterfly's wings.

Behind them, Micah stood, stroking his cock as he watched, his eyes hooded and intense. For just a moment, Nathan ignored him, wanting this moment when Julie was all his, when her pleasure was his.

He bowed upward, sending himself deeper into her depths. She gasped and reached down to brace herself on his belly. He took her hands, so small in his, and held them as she began to ride him.

Her breasts bobbed above their joined hands. Pale blue veins ran underneath the soft brown skin rendering them delicate looking. He trailed a thumb along the underside of one breast then raised her hand with his so he could brush his knuckles over the nipple. His mouth watered with the need to taste her. It wasn't as if he hadn't had her breasts in his mouth often enough, but he seriously doubted he'd ever grow tired of her taste, of the feel of her on his tongue. Or the way she shivered in delight when his mouth touched her.

She moaned again and arched forward, and it was then Nathan could see that Micah was touching her, his hands running the length of her back, then down again and over her hips.

Knowing his brief moment was over, Nathan scooted toward the edge of the bed so that Micah could step between his legs. As long as he didn't think too long or hard about their relative positions, he could do this. It made him damn uncomfortable, but with Julie clasped around his cock like a warm burst of sunshine, he could easily tune Micah out.

Julie sighed and curled her fingers tighter around her lover's hands, holding on as the second man slipped a finger into her ass, stretching gently as he prepared her for his entry.

Warm oil coated her opening, inside then out again. One finger, then two. She clamped down on the cock inside her pussy, wringing a soft cry from her love. Then a condom-wrapped dick replaced the fingers at her anus, blunt and pushing inward.

Her body fought the invasion but he persisted, pushing against her natural resistance. She held her breath and pushed back, and with a gentle pop he was in.

Her entire body seized. She crushed the hands she was holding as she bucked, nearly pulling free of both cocks.

Soothing hands gripped her hips, holding her down, petting, stroking. She could almost hear their reassuring whispers floating over her skin.

Two cocks impossibly wedged into her body. So tight she could hardly breathe. It seemed more difficult this way than how they'd taken her before. More intense.

When the man at her ass carefully retreated, she bit her bottom lip, knowing what was coming. His retreat felt so damn good. A lessening of the incredible pressure that bloomed in her lower body.

Then he rippled forward, reopening her ahead of his advance.

She cried out, digging her knees into masculine hips. Again they soothed her, stroking her lightly, stilling their thrusts as they let her get used to their size.

God, it burned. Like fire in her deepest recesses. It was the single most intense sensation she'd ever experienced. If the pressure didn't dissipate soon, she was quite simply going to explode.

She wiggled and squirmed like a trapped fish, wanting them to move, to help her. She needed relief. When they still refused to accommodate her, she reached down and pinched a very firm abdomen.

A chuckle rumbled underneath her fingertips, but he wrapped his big hands around her hips and thrust upward. Finally.

Forgoing their lazy pace, both men surged into her body with strength that took her breath away. She knew they were big. Knew they were muscled. From what she'd been able to feel, they were incredibly built. She'd love to massage both of them. Spend a lazy afternoon seducing them with nothing more than the touch of her hands. And maybe her mouth.

A wicked grin erupted as she remembered running her mouth over Nathan again and again.

Nathan watched her lips turn up in a smile worthy of a siren. She was so incredibly expressive and passionate. The woman burned with it.

Knowing what she wanted and determined not to torment her or himself any longer, he gave himself over to the mindless ecstasy whipping like a hurricane through his belly.

"Oh," she gasped.

Micah pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, his hands sliding up her sides and to the underswells of her breasts. He kneaded and cupped the soft mounds, pushing them outward. Nathan rested his own hands on the tops of her thighs, enjoying the smoothness of her skin as she rode him, as Micah rode her.

The sight of the three of them was erotic as hell. Now he understood some of what drove Micah. Not all certainly, because Micah was as deceptive as they came. Behind that lazy-ass smile and charming exterior lay some fucked-up demons, of that Nathan was sure.

But he left it all behind when he loved on a woman. Nathan had to give him that.

Like rain lashing in the midst of a storm, the current arcing through his body grew stronger. Fire built and rose in his cock, pushing upward until his body screamed for mercy.

Her pussy clenched, spasmed danced around his dick. His fingers curled into her hips, and with a hoarse cry, he let it all go.

As long as he lived, he'd never forget the sight of her on top of him, head thrown back, the red sash a vibrant splash across her eyes. Her mouth open in a soundless scream of pleasure. Beautiful. So beautiful and fucking perfect.

Micah strained against her, pushing her down onto Nathan. He caught her and supported her, stroking her like a colt in need of gentling as Micah lowered his head to rest on her shoulder.

The three were exhausted. When Micah finally pulled away, Julie sank down like a deflated balloon into Nathan's waiting arms. His cock still pulsed and twitched inside her, and for the moment he was content to remain connected to her in the most intimate way possible.

He tentatively touched her hair as she lay on his chest, her soft breaths blowing over his skin. How he wanted to remove that hated blindfold and look into her eyes. After tonight, he wouldn't do this again. And if he had his way, he wasn't going to be replaced with some other guy who didn't give a shit one way or another.

Chapter 19

Nathan hurriedly pulled his clothes on, and with one last look at Julie, he left the room behind Micah. The halls were mostly quiet, only the faint sounds coming from the common room filtered down the passageway to where they stood.

"I need to talk to you," Nathan said in a low voice.

"Come downstairs. We can go into Damon s office and have a drink. He won't care.''

Nathan followed him down and through the living room where many people mingled over drinks and appetizers. He didn't see them, though. His thoughts were consumed with Julie and what he needed to tell Micah.

"You seem more bothered tonight," Micah said after he closed the door to the office behind them.

Nathan dragged a hand over his scalp and cupped the back of his head with his palm. "I can't do this again, man."

"Okay," Micah said calmly.

He opened and closed several cabinet doors before finally dragging out a bottle.

"Damon's shit is all too refined," Micah said in disgust. "The man doesn't believe in having a fridge full of beer on hand."

Nathan gave a half-laugh and waited as Micah poured them both drinks. Glancing around at the rich furnishings, he felt vaguely uncomfortable, like an interloper.

Micah handed him a glass. "Have a seat."

Nathan sank into one of the leather seats and had to suppress a sigh of appreciation. He was boneless after the last few hours with Julie. All he really wanted to do was go hunt her down and lay down with her for the next forty-eight hours or so. Sex was entirely optional. He wanted to sleep with her curled in his arms, her sweet body pressed to him in all the right places.

"Now what's bothering you?" Micah asked curiously.

Nathan grimaced and set his drink down on his knee, his hand curled cautiously around it to keep from spilling it on his pants.

"I'm going to come clean with Julie."

Micah arched a brow. "Uh-oh."

Nathan shook his head. "I should have been up-front with her from the beginning. This was a stupid idea and it can only come back to bite me on the ass."

"So if she wants another threesome, you're out?"

"Yeah. I'm not coming here again, and I'm hoping to hell she won't either. I don't like the idea of her being passed around like some piece of meat no one gives a fuck about. She's better than that."

Micah blew out his breath. "Okay, you know I don't agree with your assessment that her being here equates to her being treated like some whore or that the men here wouldn't treat her well. I respect your feelings on the subject, but I don't agree with them. That said, this is your gig, man. I'm only along for the ride. At your request, I might add."

"Yeah, I know. Look, this isn't about me being pissed at you or even Damon. It just doesn't feel right. I care about Julie, and it occurred to me that being here fucking her while she's blindfolded isn't the best way to start a relationship."

Micah snickered. "Bet your mama never accused you of being very bright."

Nathan flipped him the bird. Then he grew more serious. "I fucked up, Micah. This was a stupid idea, one I didn't think through. If I have my way, Julie and I will be seeing a lot more of each other, which means hanging out with our mutual friends. It's going to be awfully damn awkward once she finds out you and I both fucked her."

Micah looked genuinely confused. "I don't get it."

"You're my friend. If Julie's my girl, getting together will be awkward, given the fact you two have fucked."

"Ah."

Micah gave him one of those looks that suggested Nathan was still green. He hated that damn look. He continued to study Nathan for another long moment and then looked away and sighed.

"Look man, what I'm about to tell you goes no further than us. Normally I'd cut my lips off before I'd say anything about either of these women, particularly if there was any chance it would get back to them and embarrass them."

Nathan crooked an eyebrow. Leave it to Micah to get all brooding and mysterious.

"Okay, you've got my attention. Spill."

"I've slept with Faith."

Nathan's jaw dropped. "Faith? Our Faith? Little sister Faith Malone?"

Micah snorted. "If all you see is baby sister when you look at Faith, you need your equipment examined. The girl is Hot with a capital H."

Nathan stared incredulously at him. "You're serious, aren't you? When the hell did you sleep with her? Does Gray know?"

"Considering he was there, yeah."

Nathan blinked owlishly. Ooo-kay. "You mean you and him ..."

Micah nodded. "Yeah, a threesome. Right before Gray was shot and Faith was kidnapped."

"Wow, I'd have never guessed."

"Exactly."

"What are you getting at here?" Nathan asked.

"I've also seen Serena naked," he continued.

"That doesn't really surprise me. About Damon, I mean. He seems to have pretty relaxed standards about that sort of thing," Nathan said dryly.

Micah lifted one eyebrow and stared back at Nathan. "I think you'd be surprised. Damon doesn't share what is his. He's pretty damn primitive when it comes to Serena. It's a long story, but I saw her naked. Touched her even, but it wasn't sexual. I never had sex with her. I was there for a get-together, and he and Serena had a slight misunderstanding. She tried to embarrass him in front of his guests. He punished her for it."

"Whoa, he hurt her?" Nathan asked aghast.

Micah scowled. "Do you think I'd have any part in hurting a woman? Ever? That's not what their relationship is about. I don't expect you to understand it. That's not what I'm getting at anyway."

"What are you getting at then?"

"The point is, I see both women all the time. There isn't any awkwardness because none of us has any reason to be embarrassed or ashamed. Julie is a cool customer. I don't think much would make her tuck tail and run. She might twist your balls up for fucking her on the sly, but if you and her keep seeing one another, you aren't going to have to worry about me and her acting like fourth graders around each other."

"You know how to get to the heart of the matter, don't you," Nathan murmured.

"I understand your reluctance to keep doing it this way," Micah said as he stared down into his drink. "If she was my woman, I wouldn't be hip on her fucking another guy, unless it was at my instigation."

Nathan cocked his head then shook it. "I guess it's just not the turn-on for me that it is for you. It's hot in a porn kind of way but it makes me all itchy and knots me up inside to see another man's hands on her body. I've done it her way. I've given her the fantasy she wanted. But now it's time to do things my way for a while."

Micah chuckled. "Let me know how that works for you. Julie doesn't seem like the type of woman you can easily bring to heel."

Nathan gave him a disgusted look. "I don't want to bring her to heel. I just want to be the only guy in her bed."

"Fair enough. Takes balls to own up to what you've done and be honest. Most guys would keep their mouth shut and hope she never found out."

"I may wish I'd done just that if she tries to remove my balls with a rusty spoon."

"She's one hot woman, Tucker. You're a lucky son of a bitch if you rope her."

Nathan grinned. "Don't I know it. Don't I know it. And hey, Micah. This is awkward as hell for me, but I wanted to say thanks." He almost groaned as the words came out of his mouth. What kind of moron did it make him to be thanking his buddy for fucking his woman? But better it was Micah than some other jerk who had no regard for Julie's pleasure and well-being.

A flirty grin curved Micah's mouth upward and a gleam entered his eye. "Not a problem at all. Remind your girl when the time comes that you've got her hog-tied and under your palm that she owes me one."

"Oh? What does she owe you?"

"Nothing yet. But she will," he added with unrestrained glee. "She definitely will."

Julie stepped into the hallway and paused at the top of the stairs. She should go. Exhaustion whispered in her ear and made her muscles sag like overcooked pasta. But the murmur of voices from the opposing end of the hallway drew her.

She'd never actually been by the common room when it was in use. Damon had given her a tour of the facilities when no one had been around. But he'd told her about it, and her curiosity had been firmly piqued.

Straightening her T-shirt and smoothing her hands down her jeans, she walked quietly down the corridor, blinking as the lighting got stronger.

When she stepped into the doorway, she scanned the room, disappointed that for the most part, everyone seemed to be standing around. There was one couple stuck in a far corner going at it like rabbits, but that seemed to be it. So much for public debauchery.

Then her gaze lighted on a woman in the middle of the room, a woman that every eye was upon. She was completely nude, her long black hair sliding down her back like a veil of silk. Her hands were bound together at the wrists above her head and then tied to a heavy wooden beam that formed an upside down U.

Dear God, it was Serena.

Julie's breath caught in painful anticipation. What the hell was Serena doing here? Well, here and naked. She shouldn't be surprised that Serena was here, given that the place belonged to Damon. But what on earth was going on?

She leaned against the doorframe, hiding most of her body in the hallway. She gripped the frame with her hand and peered around it to see what was happening to Serena.

When she saw Damon approach Serena, her lips pursed and she frowned. He had a ... he had a whip in his hand. Good God, was he going to beat her in front of everyone? What the hell could she possibly have done to deserve this kind of treatment?

She knew that Serena and Damon had a very . . . nontraditional relationship. Nontraditional being a code word for Serena being completely and utterly submissive. The slave to Damon's master.

Julie shuddered at the idea, the implication of what that meant. Complete subjugation to a man. Sometimes she wondered if Serena had rocks in her head. Or if she was just completely and utterly blinded by love. What else could explain why such an intelligent, beautiful woman who could have any man with the snap of her fingers would remain in a relationship where the balance of power was severely tilted in Damon's favor?

Silence fell over the room, and Julie found herself holding her breath as Damon trailed the tip of the crop through Serena's hair. He pushed it over until it hung over her shoulder, baring her slim back for all to see.

He moved methodically. No, he definitely wasn't in a hurry. Julie searched Serena's face for any sign of fear, some sign that she didn't want what was about to happen. All she saw was calm acceptance. And love.

Befuddled and still analyzing the softness she saw around Serena's eyes, she jumped and her hand flew to her mouth when Damon raised the crop and struck Serena across the shoulder.

The sound resonated across the room, shattering the stillness.

Anger rose, sharp and furious, heating her veins. How dare he do this to her? Serena trusted him. She'd given him everything. And this was how he repaid her?

She shoved away from the doorframe, prepared to march across the room and put an end to this. She'd be damned if she stood by and watched her friend be abused this way. Her heart positively ached for Serena.

Before she could do just that, a hand closed around her wrist. She jerked around to see Cole standing there, silent and watching her.

"Watch," he instructed.

She tried to yank her hand away but he held fast.

"You don't understand," Julie hissed. "He's hurting her!"

"Is he? I think it's you who doesn't understand, Julie." He turned her toward Damon and Serena again just in time for her to see Damon bring the crop down across Serena's flesh again. "Watch," he said again.

"Damn you," she whispered furiously.

Unable to look away, she watched helplessly as marks crisscrossed Serena's back, each one placed strategically, with exacting measure.

How could he do such a thing with such love in his eyes? His motions looked almost gentle, which was absurd given the fact that he was beating her for all to see.

Her gaze found Serena's face, soft and illuminated with . . . pleasure? Julie blinked in surprise, sure she wasn't seeing correctly. But yes. Serena's head was thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted as the blows rained down over her back.

She looked, in a word, beautiful. It was a fact not missed by the rest of the room. As Julie looked around, really looked, the mixture of awe and arousal was stunning to see. Women looked upon Serena with envy while men stared with lust glittering in their eyes.

And still Damon continued until the only sound was the rhythmic slap of crop against skin. Even from across the room, Julie could see the welts against the white of Serena's flesh. They glowed like Serena glowed.

Julie's forehead wrinkled as her confusion grew.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Cole said huskily in her ear.

Julie started. She'd forgotten he stood here. Forgotten everything but the sight of Serena stretched beneath Damons crop. Her mouth went dry. What kind of a friend did it make her to agree that Serena was beautiful? Not just beautiful in her normal way because Serena was gorgeous, no doubt. But tonight she shone.

Slowly she turned her face up to Cole. "Why do you find her so beautiful?" It was a question born of genuine curiosity, and Cole seemed to take it as such.

He nodded toward Serena. "See how she trusts him? She's placed herself and her care directly into his hands. She's vulnerable to him and he knows it. Her trust is a powerful thing. More potent than the most powerful aphrodisiac. She knows he'll take care of her."

"Why does he like hurting her?" That more than anything Julie didn't understand. If Damon loved Serena so much, how could he bear to cause her pain?