MasukGABRIELLE’S POV Damon didn’t come back home that night. I tried not to think too much of it, but every hour that passed made the house feel bigger… and colder. I’d have spent my time with Lila but she didn’t even want to speak to me anymore. I didn’t see myself as her stepmother. I never did. I didn’t want to fill a role that wasn’t meant for me. So I called her my friend instead—someone I could laugh with, and someone I could care for without crossing lines. Maybe if I had taken the stepmother route things would have been different. I exhaled and pulled the blanket higher over my shoulder, trying to chase away the sting sitting behind my ribs. The bed felt too big without Damon beside me, and too empty without Lila’s little footsteps running past the door. For the second time since moving into this house, I felt… alone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Anya sent her driver the next morning to pick up Lila. I stood by the door, watching her walk
GABRIELLE’S POV I could barely contain my smile as I watched Anya’s family members leave. I had no issues with them but I didn’t like how they made me feel. Just a few seconds more and they’d stop existing to me. Anya walked down the stairs, carrying a small bag. “You look pleased, Gabrielle. Are you happy to see us leave?” Everyone else — her mother, three of her aunts, and two of her siblings — turned to look at me. “She’s not,” Damon said, standing behind me. “I am.” They burst into laughter. I cocked my brows. Nothing he said was funny. Lila held on to her grandmother. “I’ll miss you. Can’t you stay another day?” “No,” Damon answered before anyone else could. His tone stayed flat. “They have other plans and places to be.” The grandmother chuckled like he’d told another harmless joke. “You’re such a serious young man, Damon.” Lila let go of her and they walked out of the house. Anya was the last to leave. “Lila might have to stay here for a few da
GABRIELLE’S POV Cold water slapped my face before my brain understood what happened. One moment I was fighting over a half-bottle of scotch. The next thing I knew, I was underwater, kicking my legs like those useless fish I used to overfeed as a kid. I burst up first, gasping for air, my hair sticking to my face, and my dress floating around me. And there he was — Damon — rising out of the water like this was a normal Tuesday activity for him. He pushed his wet hair back with one hand, completely calm, while I sputtered beside him. “You—” I pointed at him, water dripping down my arm. “You did this.” He looked at me with that blank and emotionless expression I was already getting used to. I gasped as I stared down at my dress. “Look at me. I’m completely wet because of you.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Who else was going to make you wet, Gabrielle?” My jaw dropped. “You idiot! As if they didn’t hate my outfit enough already. Now my dress is completely see-through.”
GABRIELLE’S POV Damon held my hands even after I stood up and even as we walked through his garden. It was unusual but I had to act normal even though my insides were a mush of nerves. We walked in silence through the huge garden, the sounds of crickets and frogs filling the space between us. The night air was cool against my skin and his hand was warm, almost grounding. He didn’t look at me, not directly, but his thumb brushed my knuckles every minute like he was checking if I was still there. Or maybe he didn’t even realize he was doing it. The thought made my chest tighten. I kept waiting for him to let go, to step back into his usual cold, distant Damon but he didn’t. He kept holding me like it was the most natural thing in the world. We reached the small stone path that led to a huge fountain, almost the size of Father’s pool and he finally paused. I turned to him, unsure of what to say. His eyes flicked to my neckline and I instinctively reached to tug at my
DAMON’S POV Three cold baths later and I still couldn’t get the image of her out of my head. She had no idea I was punishing myself as well. If I had stayed a second more, I’d have taken her on the bed, right there and then, without a second thought. She was the most perfect human ever to exist. The sight of her cuffed for me, nipples clamped, soaked and trembling… Fuck. It was burned into my skull. The little sounds she made, the way her body twitched every time the clamps buzzed, the way she lifted her hips when I touched her— I gripped the edge of the sink and forced myself to breathe. She wanted more. She begged for more. And that… that nearly broke me. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My jaw was tight, my eyes darker than usual, and my chest still rising and falling like I had run miles. She did that to me. She pushed every boundary I spent years building. I dragged a hand through my hair. She trusted me and that was the problem
GABRIELLE’S POV I blinked, caught off guard by his words. “Punish me?” “For snooping,” he said, walking closer slowly. “You can always walk out and pretend you never saw this room.” My throat ran dry. “Damon… I…” He stopped in his tracks. “I told you I was too dark for you. You should leave.” He walked back to the door and entered a code. The door slid open instantly. I stood there, my heart thudding wildly and my palm, sweaty. I wasn’t scared of him, I was just… surprised. And curious. I walked to the door but paused and turned to him. Before he could utter another word I stood on my toes, pulled him down by his shirt, and kissed him hard. His eyes widened for only a second before kissing me back. He shut the door and lifted me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He pressed me against the nearest wall, his breath heavy against my lips as he held me there. His hands slid down my thighs and he lowered me to the ground slowly, his han







