LOGINADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.
View MoreADRIAN'S POVThe clock on the wall glowed 2:03 a.m. in the dim light. I stirred awake to a familiar, dreadful-yet-endearing sound — a chorus of crying that could probably wake the entire penthouse floor.Beside me, Damien groaned, dragging a pillow over his head.“Oh no,” he muttered into the mattress, his voice muffled. “Please tell me that’s just a dream.”I snorted softly. “Unless your dreams include five very loud, very hungry children, I’m afraid not.”He peeked out from under the pillow, one bleary eye open. “Which ones are it this time?”I strained my ears. “Sounds like Selene… and possibly Cassius. No, wait—” another wail joined in “—definitely Cade. So that’s three out of five.”“Only three,” Damien sighed dramatically. “Progress.”I swung my legs out of bed, rubbing my eyes. “Come on, partner-in-parenthood. Let’s divide and conquer before they summon the other two.”He rolled onto his back, glaring at the ceiling. “I’m beginning to suspect the phrase ‘we have so much love to
DAMIEN'S POVI stared at the man sleeping beside me, the soft morning light just beginning to paint streaks across the penthouse bedroom. Adrian was deep in slumber; his breathing was soft, slow, steady. He looked utterly peaceful, probably exhausted, and I knew exactly why.The bedside table was a silent witness to the night’s events: a scattering of metal handcuffs, the black silk blindfold crumpled carelessly next to a single white feather. It had been intense.A familiar knot tightened in my gut. This felt less like something I shared with my husband and more like a ghost of my past life, the one filled with casual, sometimes harsh, encounters with strangers. That life was supposed to be buried the moment I committed to Adrian. Those past relationships were one-night things; this was forever.I had been so reluctant to revisit that part of myself, especially with him. Adrian was everything that was steady and good. But he was also the one who pushed for it.“I want to see all of y
ADRIAN'S POVMy pulse thrums in my throat as I lie on the soft sheets, my wrists bound tightly overhead with Damien’s black rope, the fibers biting just enough to remind me I’m his. The rough texture digs into my skin, but I don’t flinch. I want the bite. I need it.Damien stands before me, his broad frame silhouetted against the low light, his presence alone enough to make my cock twitch. I see the way his knuckles whiten, the way his jaw tenses just slightly. He’s holding back. Always fucking holding back.“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a rough purr that slides down my spine like a blade. “On your back like the good little boy you are.” His words should humiliate me. They should make me bristle. Instead, my breath hitches, my chest rising and falling faster as heat pools low in my gut. I lick my lips, my mouth already watering for him. “I’ve missed this,” I admit, my voice rough. “Missed you like this.”Damien exhales sharply through his nose, a sound that’s almost a laugh, bu
DAMIEN'S POVI trace the outline of his body with my gaze, memorizing the way his muscles tense and release, the way his nipples pebble tighter when I exhale slowly, my breath ghosting over his collarbone.Then I reach for the ice cube sitting in the whiskey glass on the nightstand. The cold bites my fingers as I drag it down his sternum, following the trail of dark hair that leads to his cock.Adrian screams... a high, broken sound... as the ice hits his heated skin, his back bowing off the bed. “Fuck—Damieen, ah, Sir—” His voice cracks, his bound hands clenching into fists. I don’t stop.I circle his nipple with the melting ice, watching it bead up even tighter, the cold making it ache. Then I replace the ice with my mouth, my tongue hot and wet, lapping at the stiff peak before I bite down—just hard enough to make him gasp.“Such a responsive little sub,” I growl, my free hand sliding down to wrap around his cock. He’s burning up, his skin flushed, his pre-cum slicking my palm as
ADRIAN'S POVI feel Damien’s weight above me, his sweaty skin pressing against mine, the scent of our wedding night—a heady mix of cologne, champagne, and raw, unbridled lust—filling my senses. His jealousy over Selena still lingers, a dark undercurrent beneath the surface of our desire.It’s been
DAMIEN'S POVThe words seemed to break the last of his resistance. Adrian’s eyes burst with tears. They flowed freely now, washing away the tension that had gripped his features. He didn't try to stop them, just let them pour out, a torrent of relief and lingering grief.I gently wiped the tears aw
ADRIAN'S POVDamien just stood there, perfectly still for a second, his suit immaculate, his face hard now, completely devoid of the gentle warmth he usually saved for me. My breath hitched. He wasn't supposed to be here. I felt a wave of icy shock wash over me.Did Damien hear everything
ADRIAN'S POVThe space on visitation hall between us felt thick and cold. I can feel the storm of hatred sitting across from me. Sienna was locked in this cell because of her own mistakes. She had tried to ruin my life, framed me for drugging Damien to sleep with him, and nearly destroyed the clini












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