LOGIN“Tell me, Isabella…do you still taste me on your tongue?” Damien’s whisper is fire against her neck, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip through silk, pulling her flush against the hard proof of how much he’s never stopped wanting her. She came to L.A. for a quiet Christmas. Instead, the billionaire who once claimed her body in one reckless night, and vanished, steals her off the street. Damien Voss thinks she’s his rival’s daughter. Locks her in his penthouse. Plans to use her. But her eyes, her scent, the way she trembles under his touch… It's her. The woman he’s craved for a year. She escapes. Starts over in another country. Finds calm, safety… even gets engaged to Jace Salvador. However, that peace is short-lived when Damien finds her and tears her away from Jace. Carries her back to his bed, his rules, his hunger. She doesn’t remember Damien as the man from the scorching one night stand years ago. To her, he’s just the man who makes her pulse race and her walls crumble. Until the truth crashes in, and the memories of that night return to haunt her. Betrayals burn. A murder trial looms. And Isabella holds the power to save him…or destroy him. She swore she’d never forgive the man from that night. But Damien’s touch makes her forget everything but yes. Damien’s Willing Captive; where Stockholm becomes sanctuary, and the only escape is deeper into his fire.
View MoreHarriet’s mind raced with possibilities as she sat in front of her doctor, waiting to hear the results of her pregnancy test, which she had just taken.
“Mrs Daniels. I am happy to inform you that you are three weeks pregnant.” The doctor said with a bright smile, and Harriet let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Oh!” She breathed out, her heart racing with joy and excitement. With a marriage like her and Damien’s, the last thing she could wish for was a child, but God had other plans for her. “T-thank you, doctor. Thank you so much.” She cried as she placed her hand on her chest, unable to contain her happiness. She could not wait to tell her husband, Damien, this great news. As Harriet hurried to leave the hospital, all she could think about was how this child in her womb would be a turning point for her and Damien’s failing marriage. As much as she hated to admit it, it was true. In their three years of marriage, Harriet has never felt the joy of marriage. What did she expect? She had always been in love with Damien since childhood, but it was never the case for him. He never looked at her with love and was only with her because of his parents. As much as she hated to admit, she knew that their marriage was bound to fail, but things might be different now with the child in her womb. It had to be a miracle. Harriet entered her car and sat for a while, fiddling with her phone as she dialed Damien’s number. Butterflies swarmed in her tummy, and her face glowed as a bright smile stuck to them. She waited for a while, but still no response from him. She dropped the phone. It was a weekday, so he must have been loaded with much office work. She was used to making excuses for him, but when she was about to drive off, Damien called her back. Feeling jittery about telling him, Harriet picked up the call. “D-damien. H-how are you doing? Are you at the house? I need to tell you something.” She bit her lips nervously and played with her fingers, hoping for a small talk before she told him about her pregnancy, but she should have known not to expect too much from him. “Where are you? I also have something to tell you: Come home…now.” His tone was low and cold like always, and before she could ask him what the problem was, the line beeped, signifying that he had ended the call. Harriet felt a tight knot in her chest at his cold behavior. Why was she even surprised? He had always been this way. Why did she expect him to change suddenly? She felt tears brimming in her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. The last thing she wanted was her mood to get ruined after hearing such fantastic news. So, she promptly ignited the car engine and drove off. Throughout the ride, she wondered what Damien wanted to talk about, as he never paid her much attention. As she drove in, she noticed that Damien’s car was already parked, meaning he was home. She took one look at the pregnancy test documents and assured herself that everything would be fine before going into the house. When she arrived, Damien was seated in the living room with a frown. She had never seen him smile unless he was with his parents or…Evelyn. All she ever got from him was a frown, scowl, or a look of disgust. “Damien. When did you get home?” She asked, putting a smile on her face. But she was heartbroken once again, and a harsh glare from Damien greeted her. Damien stood up from where he sat and approached her. For some reason that she couldn’t understand, his eyes were red with anger. “I want a divorce!” Her husband, Damien Daniels, towered over her as he yelled, his body shaking in anger. “W-what are you talking about? A divorce? Why?” Harriet’s voice broke, and her chest tightened, pain enveloping her. She couldn’t believe her ears. Why was Damien suddenly bringing up a divorce? What had she done? “Just sign the paper. It is good for both of us.” Damian said coldly. Harriet didn’t know what could be wrong and she would not end their marriage like that but Damian refused to talk further. “How could you tell me that without a proper reason? I won’t sign it unless you tell me why.” Harriet was in a breakdown. She was just about to share great news with her husband but things took a dramatic turn suddenly. “I really want to end this marriage peacefully for the sake of our families’ relationship, but you just won’t let me, right?” said Damien with a sneer. Damien drew his eyes at her and chuckled darkly, showing his anger. His eyes held nothing but hatred for her. “You think I wouldn’t find out that you have been sleeping with my brother?” He said.Damien’s POVI stayed buried inside her, pulsing, refusing to pull out while we both dragged air into our lungs. Her pussy fluttered around me like it was trying to keep me there forever, and I let my full weight pin her to the mattress…claiming, owning. She was slick with both of us, trembling, and when I lifted my head to look at her, her lips were swollen, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.Mine.I dragged my mouth down her throat and bit…hard…sucking until the blood rose under her skin in a dark, ugly bruise. Then another beside it. And another. Marking every inch I could reach so that tomorrow when she looked in the mirror she’d remember exactly who she belongs to.She whimpered, fingers threading through my hair, not pushing me away…pulling me closer.I rolled us without pulling out, sitting up so she straddled my lap, still impaled. Her head fell back as I gripped her hips and lifted her, slamming her back down onto my cock. Once. Twice. She cried out, nails
Damien’s POVIt would be unfair to the entire world if it just ends with a kiss. And as a good person, I can’t let that happen.Her tongue slid against mine, hot and demanding, and I groaned into her mouth, my hands already fisting the hem of her dress. I yanked it up her thighs, rough but controlled, because I needed to feel her skin under my palms…needed to prove she was still here, still mine. It’s been a long time coming. I had her…but it was still so unreal.She gasped when my fingers brushed the edge of her panties, her body tensing for a split second, that tiny hesitation flickering in her eyes like she was second-guessing this fire we were igniting.Against the throb in my lower region, I pulled back just enough to look at her, my forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard. “It’s okay,” I murmured, kissing her soft and slow, my lips trailing to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, reassuring her with every gentle press that I’d take care of her, that wanting me back wasn’t a mist
Damien’s POVI couldn’t hide my anticipation during the ride back home. I kept tapping my feet impatiently, willing for the car to suddenly have wings and fly.But the moment I stepped out of the car and saw my men’s faces, I knew something was wrong.Panic. Nerves. Guilt. All written across their expressions like giant neon signs.And I prayed to God it had nothing to do with Isabella.Because I warned them.Before I could take another step, Jaxon rushed to my side.“I’m sorry, boss…we didn’t see her leave,” he stuttered.I froze.For one second I just stood there, trying to breathe, trying to keep my heart from exploding out of my chest.Calm down, Damien. Don’t jump to conclusions.But then I looked up and saw Ellie’s face pressed against the glass wall upstairs, eyes wide and guilty.That was it.“Isabella?” I muttered painfully as something inside me snapped. My vision went red.I grabbed Jaxon by the throat before he could blink.“What the fuck have you done?!”He clawed at my w
Damien’s POV She tapped her manicured fingers on the table impatiently, but I wasn’t about to give up. I leaned closer. “Can I let you in on a secret?” I asked carefully, and she shrugged. “Are you aware that Carlos only married you for leverage? Your father’s backing was the key he needed to take over my dad’s company. Once he had it, he used it to destroy my family. And when your dad caught on to being played? Osmond killed him too. Made it look like a heart attack, but it was murder. No doubt.” Her face went white immediately, hand covering her mouth to stiffen a scream or outburst. Whichever, but I have her attention now. “No…that’s not true. My father had a cardiac arrest and died as a result of that,” she said, the confusion visible through her expression. “What do you mean he killed my father? That’s crazy…you’re lying to make me fight him so you can win whatever game you both are playing now! I’m not falling for that, Damien Voss.” I dropped a USB stick on the
Damien’s POV Everything turned into a full-scale war room after that. Hours passed. No one sat. No one relaxed. Everyone worked like they were defending their lives…and in a way, they were. I divided the room into three task units: Investor Recovery Team. I sent three senior reps out immediately, armed with updated talking points and damage control scripts. Their job was to calm the investors who hadn’t fully signed with Osmond yet and convince the ones who did to reconsider. They were already scheduling emergency face-to-face meetings in hotels and private lounges. Counter-Strike Team. Another group was rebuilding a new pitch deck from scratch. Better numbers, stronger projections, a clearer future. They were already drafting a comeback presentation so strong it would make the investors feel stupid for leaving. System Analysis Team. Their job was to tear apart our original proposal and find the exact weak points Osmond used so we could dismantle his version before it so
Damien’s POV The boardroom erupted into noise the second I gave the word. Papers were shifting, tablets unlocking, voices clashing over each other, everyone trying to prove they weren’t the ones who screwed up. I let them talk for a full minute. Then I slammed my palm on the table. Silence. Instant. “Everyone will speak one at a time,” I said, voice flat and final. “And whatever we say in this room stays in this room. If anything leaves this table, I will know, and it will be dealt with.” A few people nodded. A few swallowed hard. One person shifted like they were already guilty. My eyes caught it. “George. Start.” George, head of Finance, cleared his throat. “The drop happened too fast for us to respond. The investors had already started pulling out and threatening to go over to Osmond before we got any official notice. They didn’t negotiate, didn’t request meetings, nothing. It was like they wanted us blindsided.” “That’s because they did,” I said. “They didn’t












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