تسجيل الدخولGABRIELLE’S POVDamon was already gone before I woke up the next morning.The space beside me had already gone cold.I instinctively reached for the note he left on the bedside table and read through it, a smile forming on my face. After that, I freshened up and immediately started working on my laptop. I had to come up with a series of new designs for my upcoming project.And I had awards to win.I was searching for my second phone when the card containing the reporter’s contact details fell out of my bag.I picked it up, glancing at the email address and phone number for a second before dropping it back like it burned.It was still morning, and I already needed a break.I went downstairs for tea and found Rhys already in the kitchen, a cup in his hand.“Good morning,” I greeted, a small smile on my face.“Good morning,” he responded. “My brother left a while ago.”I reached for a mug and a tea bag. “Did he tell you where he was going?”Rhys did not respond immediately.That alone w
GABRIELLE’S POV I shattered from a single thrust. My pulse roared in my ears as he swallowed every sound I made, savoring the way his cock stretched me out. I desperately wanted to see him—to hold him, to dig my nails into his skin—but I couldn’t. And that deprivation made everything hit harder. He broke the kiss and squeezed my ass harder. “Yes, come for me.” And fuck, I did. But he didn’t slow down. Even after I came, he kept pushing into me, every thrust harder than the last until the cross rattled under the force. My body tipped into overstimulation almost instantly. “I can’t… stop…” “You know what to say if you want me to stop,” he returned, his pace steadily rising. I did, but I didn’t say it. I couldn’t—even if I wanted to. I let him drive into me, taking everything he gave me and feeling his cock drag against my wall in a rhythm that had me ready for more. I felt his hand behind my head and the next second, the blindfold fell off. It took me a few blinks to adj
DAMON’S POV Gabrielle screamed. The whip was lightweight, so I knew it would sting just enough to make her lose her mind—not enough to leave a mark. “Oh my god,” she cried, spasms running through her legs. I caught her chin and forced her to look at me. “Do you want to say the safe word?” Her eyes were glassy when she raised them. “More… please.” The way she begged—her voice soft, her eyes shining with need—made my cock jerk in my pants. She looked so fucking perfect like this—naked, nipples clamped, her body spread open for me. “Damon, please,” she begged, straining against the restraints. “I…” “No, cara,” I cut in, pressing a finger to her lips. “Not yet. Close your eyes.” She obeyed. I pulled the blindfold from my pocket and tied it behind her head. “Damon—” “You told me to take it out on you,” I said, securing it in place. “You said you wanted this.” She nodded desperately. “Yes.” I stepped back, lifting the whip again, and brought it down across her other thigh.
GABRIELLE’S POV My body bounced twice on the bed when Damon dropped me onto it. I stared up at him, speechless, as he took off his jacket and began undoing his cuffs, his eyes never leaving mine. We were never apart for long without intimacy, but it had been a while since I had seen that wild look in his eyes. I missed it. Damon pulled his shirt over his head and climbed onto the bed. One hand closed around my thigh while the other supported his weight as he moved over me. I placed my hand against his chest, stopping him from leaning down. “Take me to the private room,” I said. After we moved, he had a private room made for us—similar to the one in his penthouse—hidden behind the walk-in closet. He paused, studying my expression. “You haven’t asked for that in a while. Are you sure?” “Yes,” I answered. Damon didn’t hesitate. He got off the bed and lifted me over his shoulders before stepping into the closet. He pressed the code into the lock and a few minutes later, a d
DAMON’S POVFiorella held my gaze, a trace of uncertainty in her expression.“We finished with the client,” she explained. “She handled everything and we left together.”I did not interrupt her.“We got to the parking lot,” she continued. “She put the bags in the car, and I remembered I left something upstairs. I told her I would be back in a minute.”A brief pause followed.“When I came back down, she was gone.”My jaw tightened slightly. “Gone how?”“The car was gone,” she replied. “I called her immediately, but she did not answer. I assumed she was with you or that she had to leave for something urgent.”I stared at her for a moment, processing every word carefully.“And you did not think to call again?” I asked, my tone harsher than intended. “Or inform me?”I immediately regretted that.“I did,” she answered, her voice breaking slightly. “Multiple times, but neither of you picked up. The last call was a few minutes ago.”I took out my phone and immediately sent a text to my head
DAMON’S POV The driver parked the car in the driveway and turned to me. “Anything else, sir?” “No.” He nodded and got out of the car. I turned to Rhys beside me in the back passenger seat. “Don’t go through the front door. I don’t want my kids to see blood all over their uncle.” Rhys barely reacted. “Yes, brother.” “And while you’re at it, stop murdering people everywhere you go,” I said, struggling to keep my calm as anger coursed through me. “What the fuck, Rhys?” He called me a few hours ago to pick him up from a club where he murdered a man in front of everyone. And obviously not in a clean way with the amount of blood he had on him. “I know,” he responded, staring out the window. “I fucked up. I’ll have Vani handle it.” I looked away from him. “No, you won’t. I’ll handle it, as usual. However, I shouldn't be cleaning up your mess. How hard is it not to kill?” “Well maybe they shouldn’t be doing things that incur death,” he snapped. “How about that? How about people ju
DAMON’S POV FUCK! I stared at Gabrielle spread out like a buffet on my bed, her core dripping onto the sheets and her body trembling. I never fucked on my bed. I hated going to sleep with the smell of sex on my sheets but for Gabrielle, I had made the exception. Her legs were wide open
GABRIELLE’S POV The snow fell in a thin and relentless curtain, blanketing the cemetery in white. The coffin was already lowered halfway into the ground, and the ropes made a soft creaky sound as the men worked with stiff, gloved hands. Their breaths puffed out in pale clouds, their faces
GABRIELLE’S POV I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but the words were stuck in my throat. After a few seconds, I tried again. “Is she another one of your ex-wives?” A moment of silence passed between us. “No, we were together as teenagers,” he said, walking past me to sit on
DAMON’S POV Gabrielle looked so beautiful on her knees with my cock in her mouth. No—scratch that. Ethereal was the word. She looked too good not to get ruined. God help me. I wanted to ruin her good and put her back together after but it was her first time. I had to be gentle with my del







