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A Strain
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Damien's Willing Captive Completely Mine
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 Willing Captive Mine In Body
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 Willing Captive I’m Not Leaving
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 Willing Captive Shared Past
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 Willing Captive Getting Rid of The Past
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 Willing Captive Find The Source
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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