Mag-log inDamien’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 “Your dad trusts me.”The words left my mouth in a tone I didn’t even recognize...cold, commanding, dripping with a power I never dared to show in front of Damien before. It made him stop moving. His fingers tightened slightly on my arm as he pulled me closer, eyes narrowing like he was trying to read every hidden part of me.“What just happened?” he asked quietly.I lifted my chin. “Oh, that?” I shrugged, pretending my pulse wasn’t still racing from what just occurred. “What do you think it was?”“I don’t know,” he muttered. “But you act… off sometimes.”“Whatever,” I dismissed. “We need to prepare.”His eyes lingered on me, suspicious and slightly annoyed. “Prepare to do what exactly?”I turned fully, staring at him like he was a toddler asking why the sky is blue. “Really, Damien?”He sighed. “You can’t come with me.”“And why?” I challenged.“First,” he lifted a finger, “I don't know who the fuck you are... Second, I can’t afford to lose the tycoon’s daughter because o
Ethan's POV “Dad, I’m off.”My voice came out calm, but my inside was a whole storm ripping apart the walls of my chest. I adjusted the strap of my bag and headed toward the door… until his voice dropped behind me, deep, rough, cold.“Off?” He turned slowly. “To where exactly, Ethan?”Here we go again.“To Lila,” I said. “Dad, I’m not letting go of her for any reason.”His jaw tightened. “Son, don’t piss me off this morning.”“I don’t care at this point.” I yelled.He narrowed his eyes at me like I had just slapped him. “Why… are you losing your senses over a woman?”I swallowed, stepped closer, and said it anyway. “Because this woman...Lila...is my woman.”He chuckled.Not the funny type.The dangerous type.“And yet,” he said, leaning forward, “you got another woman pregnant.”Something in me snapped.I dropped my bag and slammed my fist into the wall behind him.A sharp pain shot up my arm, but I didn’t care. I needed that pain. I needed something to burn away everything before I
Narrator's Pov The sound of heavy boots echoed through the corridor.One. Two. Three pairs. Then more.“Come on,” Lila whispered, grabbing Damien’s hand. Her pulse trembled against his. “Let’s go here.”They crawled fast, their knees brushing the cold marble floor as they slid back under the bed.
Damien's POV The rain outside had stopped hours ago, but the wind was still tapping gently against the glass. I stood there, shirt unbuttoned halfway, eyes fixed on the flickering streetlights below. The night was silent, too silent for comfort.Somewhere between the hum of the air conditioner and
Lila's POV The room was swallowed in silence, except for the heavy sound of our breathing. The red glow from the window pulsed against the wall like a warning light.“Who found us?” Damien’s voice was sharp, low, demanding.I swallowed, my pulse jumping. “Them. They found us.”“Who’s them, Lila?”
Damien. The car felt like a confession box. Quiet. Tight. Too many things unsaid between us.Lila sat next to me, staring out the window like London’s cloudy sky had the answers she was running from. I kept my eyes on the road, pretending not to notice how the silence between us was louder than a







