DAMIEN'S POV
“Mr. Dickins, while memory loss isn’t my primary specialization, I have studied various aspects of the human mind,” Dr. Ellis began, choosing his words carefully. “Sometimes, in cases of extreme psychological trauma or distress, our brain’s defense mechanisms kick in. It’s a radical form of self-preservation. To avoid distressing memories, the mind simply… erases them. Or, more accurately, blocks access to them. It’s a way for the psyche to protect itself from overwhelming pain, from a reality it deems too unbearable to confront.”My hands, resting on my thighs, instinctively clenched. My fists tightened, nails digging into my palms, leaving crescent-shaped indentations. I knew. God, I knew. I was the distressing memory. I was the source of that overwhelming pain. My mind reeled, a torrent of vivid, agonizing flashbacks assailing me.I remembered Adrian, his face pale and drawn, "Do you know how painful it is for me every time I know that you're with someoneADRIAN'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? How much of Sienna's poisonous speech had reached him? Is this the moment she predicted? The part where he walked in, heard the truth about what he supposedly lacked, and finally came to his senses?Damien’s eyes found mine first, and for a terrifying moment, I saw hesitation, but it quickly solidified into a fierce determination. He didn’t look away from my face, even when he started walking toward the booth."Adrian.... Sienna," Damien muttered softly.Sienna, who was still sitting across the table, turned slightly to see what had caused the noise. The moment she saw Damien, a look of shocked delight flashed across her face. Her eyes widened, seeing her chance."Damien, t
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 clinic by stealing money.Her face was twisted, red with a rage so strong it almost seemed to blur the lines of her jaw. "You abomination! You infected and corrupted him!" Sienna screamed loudly on my face.I did not flinch, even though the force of her anger felt like a physical blow. She was seething. I could see the mix of jealousy, sheer anger, and deep hatred in her eyes. I was happy, free, and with Damien. She was here, caged.I took a breath. I knew my soft heart was a weakness Sienna always tried to use against me, but I would not let her win today. I kept my voice even and calm, projecting stability where she only offered chaos."Sienna," I said, my voice clear through the small speaker
ADRIAN'S POVThe city jail’s visitation hall was a place designed for unease. The air hung thick with the smell of stale cleaning products and disinfectant, I sat on a hard plastic chair, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying to calm the frantic beat of my heart. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh, unforgiving glow on everything below. Every minute felt like an hour, each tick of the unseen clock dragging me closer to a confrontation I both dreaded and desperately needed. I had to see her, to understand, if only to finally put an end to the questions that had haunted my sanity and invaded my dreams.A heavy, metallic creak echoed through the room, making me jump. The door at the far end swung open slowly, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dimmer light of the hallway outside. My breath caught in my throat. There, on the threshold, stood Sienna.She looked very different from the Sienna I had known, the Sienna I had worked alongside in the clinic befo
DAMIEN'S POVI lift Adrian in my arms, his naked body pressed against mine, our skin still damp from the shower. The bridal carry feels natural, his legs wrapped around my waist, his arms draped over my shoulders.I can feel his heart racing against my chest, his breath warm on my neck as we move from the steamy shower room to the cool, dimly lit master bedroom. The soft carpet muffles our footsteps, the only sound the rhythmic thud of my bare feet against the floor.I lay him down on the bed with a gentle thud, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. Adrian’s blue eyes lock onto mine, his pupils dilated with desire. I cage him beneath my body, my forearms bracketing his head, my chest hovering just above his. "Damien,", he whispered.The air between us is electric, charged with the anticipation of what’s to come. My cock, iron-hard and throbbing, hovers at his entrance, the head brushing against his sensitive skin. Adrian’s hole is still warm and slick from our earlier encounter, h
DAMIEN'S POVMy cock throbs in Adrian’s mouth, the warmth of his lips and the wetness of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I bite back a moan, my hands tangling in his damp hair as he pulls back, his eyes dark with desire. The water from the shower cascades over us, mixing with the heat building between our bodies. “I want you inside me,” Adrian whispers, his voice rough, breath ghosting over my skin.His words are like a spark, igniting a fire that’s been smoldering since the moment we stepped into this shower.He turns, pressing his ass against my cock, and I groan, my hands gripping his hips tight. “Fuck, Adrian,” I growl, “you’re going to be the death of me.” His smirk is wicked, anticipation radiating from every inch of his body. I press him against the cold shower wall, the contrast of the chill against his heated skin making him shiver.My cock teases his entrance, the tip brushing against his tight heat, and I can’t help but trail light bites and kiss
ADRIAN'S POVThe cold rush of air faded as Damien pushed open the grand, heavy door, revealing a warmth that instantly wrapped around me.My jaw dropped. “Oh my goodness, Damien,” I breathed, stepping inside, my eyes wide and darting everywhere. The villa was even more stunning from the inside, if such a thing were possible. High ceilings, sleek, modern furniture, and the soft glow of hidden lights made it feel like walking into a dream.But it was the glass roof, the heart of this incredible place, that truly stole my breath. It stretched out, a magnificent bubble of clear glass, seamlessly blending with the vast, snowy landscape outside.And above us, through that magical roof, ribbons of green and violet light danced across the inky sky. The Aurora Borealis, shimmering and alive, right above our heads. It was more vibrant, more breathtaking than anything I’d ever imagined.I spun around, practically bouncing on the balls of my feet, my heart hammering with pure joy. “Are we really