Se connecterThe kiss exploded between them like a dam breaking.Lila poured every ounce of her inner turmoil...guilt, fear, lingering desire, and overwhelming confusion, into Ethan’s mouth.She kissed him desperately, hungrily, her tongue tangling with his as her fingers clutched his shirt.Ethan responded with deep, consuming passion. He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her toward the large king-sized bed that still bore the faint scent of her earlier encounter with Damian.He laid her down with surprising gentleness, yet the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.Unlike Damian’s raw, punishing dominance, Ethan’s touch was intense and reverent...as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her.He kissed her slowly, deeply, exploring her mouth while his hands roamed her body. “God, Lila… I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he murmured against her neck, trailing hot kisses down to her collarbone.Their clothes came off in a heated rush. Ethan t
The elevator doors opened with a soft, elegant chime, spilling Damian, Lila, and a thick atmosphere of sex and secrets into the opulent hotel lobby.Crystal chandeliers cast warm golden light over marble floors and velvet seating. Damian stepped out first, shoulders squared, radiating raw dominance.His shirt remained partially unbuttoned from their earlier frenzy, hair messy in that effortlessly dangerous way.A faint scratch mark peeked from his collarbone, evidence of Lila’s nails. He moved like he owned the entire building.Lila followed closely behind, her sundress slightly wrinkled, legs still weak and thighs subtly sore from the long, intense session they had shared.Her cheeks carried a lingering flush, and every step reminded her of Damian’s hands, mouth, and body claiming her against the chair, bed, and shower tiles.She tried to compose herself, smoothing her hair, but the scent of their passion still clung to her skin.Ethan Blackwood stood near the reception desk like a m
Damien’s mouth crashed against Lila’s with bruising force, all the rage, betrayal, and raw hunger exploding between them.His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so he could deepen the kiss, tongue invading, claiming.Lila moaned into his mouth, her fingers clawing at his shirt as the heavy bottle clattered forgotten across the floor.He walked her backward until her legs hit the armchair near the window.With one swift motion, Damien spun her around and pushed her down onto the chair.Lila landed with a gasp, thighs parting instinctively as he loomed over her. His eyes were dark, dangerous, chest heaving.“You say you’re here to kill me,” he growled, voice low and rough, “yet you’re dripping for me already.”“Shut up and fuck me,” Lila shot back, breathing hard, her nipples straining against her top.Damian didn’t need telling twice. He dropped to his knees, shoved her skirt up to her waist, and ripped her lace panties aside.His mouth descended on her without mercy...tong
Lila stood there, staring at Damian, her pulse racing. She took a breath and said, “Damian… I have something to tell you.”He turned to her fully, brow furrowed with concern. “Yeah, I’m all ears. What’s wrong?”She held his gaze for a long moment, the silence stretching between them, then stepped closer until only a foot separated their bodies. “Promise me one thing.”“What?” he said, clearing his throat.She sighed heavily and whispered. “Promise me you’re not going to tell anyone. This stays between the two of us.”Damian studied her face intently, searching her eyes for a long time before his voice dropped low. “Speak, Lila. I can hear you.”Lila’s chest tightened. She opened her heart, the words heavy on her tongue. “The truth is… your dad wants me to kill you.”The room fell into a thick, suffocating silence. Shock rippled across Damian’s face as he tried to process what she had just said, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief.He stared at her, the air between them
Lila Sinclair's POV I stood there in the bathroom, my hands still trembling violently as the voice from the phone echoed in my head.The question had cut through me like a blade, leaving my pulse racing and my skin prickling with unease.My breath came in short, ragged bursts. I spun around, eyes darting to the phone I had hurled onto the marble sink in a moment of panic.My fingers, slick with nervous sweat, fumbled as I snatched it up. The screen was shattered...cracks spider webbing across the glass like fractures in my carefully constructed composure.Pieces of it felt loose in my grip. Damn it. I tried to piece it back together, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking.Immediately, The door creaked open behind me."Is everything okay, Lila?" Damien's voice was smooth, laced with that infuriating mix of concern and mockery that always seemed to unravel me.I whirled around too quickly, nearly dropping the broken phone again.My heart slammed against my ribs. "I...I'm fine," I stammere
Lila Sinclair's POVI was pressed against the large mirror in the suite, Damien’s body warm and solid against mine. His hands gripped my waist as we kissed deeply, urgently.My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. The heat between us built fast...his mouth claiming mine with that intense, demanding rhythm that always left me dizzy. For those heated moments, nothing else mattered.Then my phone buzzed sharply on the dresser. I broke the kiss just enough to glance at the screen, still breathless.Damien stayed close, his forehead resting against mine, his breath hot on my skin. I unlocked the phone with one shaky hand.The message stared back at me: #We need to talk. Your instructions have changed. Mr. Blackwood#.Shock slammed into me like ice water. My entire body went rigid. “What the actual fuck,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.Damien pulled back slightly, his dark eyes narrowing. His hands remained on my waist. “What is it, Lila? What’s
Lila's POV "Look who called," his voice slid through the phone, smooth and cruel at once.Till this very moment, I never thought Mr. Blackwood could be so heartless. A billionaire, yes. Powerful, yes. But cruel? Ruthless? My chest burned as I tried to breathe.I swallowed hard, clutching the phone
Lila's POV The dream was so vivid, so raw, I almost gasped when I woke.Ethan’s mouth on my breast. Damien’s hands gripping my hips. The clash of their bodies against mine as if they both owned me, as if I were nothing more than the tether between their war. I jolted upright, sweat on my forehead
Lila's POV I lingered at the doorway, my hand still resting against the cold frame. My chest rose and fell unevenly, not from exhaustion but from the storm I couldn’t name inside me.“Is he okay now?” My voice cracked, sounding softer than I meant it to.Damien turned from where he’d been standing
Ethan's POV “I am pregnant.”The words didn’t just fall from her lips, they detonated inside my skull, bouncing against my bones, echoing in my blood. My ears rang. My chest tightened. And suddenly the air was poison.“No.” My voice cracked, foreign even to me. I lunged forward, gripping her wrist







