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Damien's Willing Captive Devil in Human Skin
Isabella’s POV The pounding came first. Not on the door…inside my skull. Heavy, rhythmic, like someone swinging a sledgehammer against the inside of my head. The second thing was the pull. A sharp, metallic tug on my wrist when I tried to move. I froze. Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dim light. White walls. A king-sized bed with black sheets. No windows. Just a single, heavy door with a bolt that looked like it could keep a prison riot out, and another door at the other end. I tried to sit up, but the tug came again…louder now, with the cold bite of metal digging into my skin. Chains. Thick, silver cuffs around my wrists, connected to a short length of chain bolted into the bedframe. My ankles weren’t spared either…two more cuffs, each linked to opposite corners of the bed. Enough slack to move a little, but not enough to get free. I lay exposed…wrists and ankles bound tight to the bedposts, stretched out like a sacrificial lamb on some ancient altar. The cuffs
Damien's Willing Captive Control is a Joke
Damien’s POV My blood ran cold. My brain scrambled for a name. Ellie’s friend. That’s right. The one I never expected. The one I never wanted anywhere near me…yet here she was, living under my roof, dragging her child along like they both belonged in my world. What the hell was she doing in this part of the villa…naked, uninvited, and breaking the one rule I made crystal clear? I told her the upstairs was off-limits. “Fuck,” I growled under my breath, steadying her trembling body before pushing her away. Just having her bare skin touch my chest sent a shiver through me…but not the kind that felt good. It was the kind that made my skin crawl, like I needed to jump in the shower and scrub every inch clean. I couldn’t believe how much Isabella has messed me up. The same girl I had locked away, tied up in my secret room, had broken me down to this…a raw, confused mess that hated being touched by another female like I’ve been branded. Her wide eyes met mine…wild, panicked,
Damien's Willing Captive The Only Eyes On Her
Damien’s POV When I got that single image file some weeks ago, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. Not for a second. I couldn’t shake the image. That single damned image file. It landed on my phone like a ticking bomb wrapped in silence. It was enough. Enough to know I couldn’t waste anymore time. Couldn’t stand the distance, the waiting game. I had to get her back. To bring her home. Where I could see her. Control her. Punish her. For what she did to me. For what she still makes me feel. She has been out there somewhere, like a wound I couldn’t reach…living her life like I was nothing but a scar fading into the dirt. Surrounded by new faces, new lies, people who made her think she was safe, like she could bury the hell she left behind. I wouldn’t be shocked if she didn’t remember me at all. If my name was just a whisper lost in the cracks of her reckless forgetting. After I discovered where she was hiding, I had someone watch her. Track her every move. Monitor her like a
Damien's Willing Captive When The Lights Go Out
ISABELLA’S POV Linda had that way of bringing me back down to earth when the ground under me felt like it was tilting. Just like Agnes. After more of her ridiculous tea-bag threats, I’d stopped shaking. My breathing evened out. My face no longer looked like a horror movie extra. I fixed my makeup in the mirror…light foundation, a little mascara, a confident red lip. I brushed my hair until it fell smooth and glossy over my shoulders. My armor was in place. “Let’s go,” I said, grabbing my bag. “We have an exhibition to handle.” Linda raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can do this?” “Of course! I’m not about to let a creepy freak ruin my career.” She flashed me a wicked grin. “Good. Because if you bail now, all those rich, crusty art snobs will assume you’ve failed and happily sink their teeth into another gallery that hasn't worked as hard as we have. We can’t have that. Besides, headquarters has been watching us like hawks ever since news of your engagement dropped
Damien's Willing Captive Peekaboo!
ISABELLA’S POV Linda blinked. “Uh… No. Why?” “What is it this time? Dead lizards?” I groaned. Linda gave me a weird look. “What?” I exhaled. “Never mind. You’re gonna think I’m insane. But this morning… My ex left a box of dead rats on my doorstep. With a blood-written message.” Linda’s jaw dropped. “WHAT? What the hell…wait…wasn’t that the guy from the engagement party? The one with the sad puppy eyes? Kept begging you to take him back?” “That’s the one.” “Ohhh, I remember his face. If I ever cross paths with that creep again, I swear…I’ll use his balls to make tea bags and serve it to him.” I burst out laughing despite myself. “Linda!” She grinned. “I’m serious. I got long nails and zero patience for psychos.” “God, I needed that. Thank you.” She winked. “Anyway, no dead rats this time. The thing that came is actually cute. It’s in your office.” My stomach turned with sudden unease. “Thanks,” I said quietly. “I’ll be right back. Just going to drop my bag.
Damien's Willing Captive The Box On My Doorstep
ISABELLA’S POV The box was small…too small…its matte black surface swallowing the light. Elegant, yes. Almost… gift-like. My first thought was Jace. He’d been distant lately, buried in work and his mother’s recovery. Maybe this was his way of saying I miss you without actually saying it. A peace offering in silk and ribbon. But my gut tightened, a cold coil twisting low. Jace wasn’t subtle. If he wanted to be here, he’d be here…filling the doorway, not hiding behind it. He wouldn’t send a stranger to ring the bell and disappear. Unless it wasn’t him. Maybe a prank? Maybe Agnes, crouched behind a bush somewhere, grinning and ready to leap out with a scream. Except… no. Agnes was miles away, out of the city. The thought left me standing alone in the hallway, staring at the box as if it might breathe. I crouched, hesitant, heart thudding harder the closer I got. And then I opened it. A loud scream tore from my throat. The box tumbled from my hands and hit the floor
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