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Damien's Willing Captive Damien's Willing Captive
Isabella’s POVWeeks later:I stood on the balcony of our room, eyes closed, letting the warm evening breeze wash over me like a soft blanket. The air smelled of jasmine from the gardens below. Our home. We’d only landed a few hours ago from Texas, jet-lagged but buzzing with that quiet, satisfied glow that comes from too many perfect days in a row.Jessie’s wedding had been everything. She’d floated down the aisle in that gown…simple silk, flowing like water, hugging her baby bump just enough to make it romantic instead of awkward. Kyle Rivera, her husband, stood at the altar looking like he’d personally fight the entire guest list if anyone so much as breathed wrong in her direction. Possessive in the best way. Mrs. Salvador sat in the front row, spine straight, lips pursed like she’d sucked a lemon, but for once she kept her opinions to herself. If that's not a miracle, I wonder what is.Though she did try to start something when Jace announced he and Agnes were engaged. “I lo
Damien's Willing Captive Hers To Control
Damien’s POVExcept it wasn't just a tease.I wasn’t done with her yet…not even close. The way she trembled in my arms, soft and spent, only made me want to push her further, drown her in sensation until she couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel me everywhere.I carried her back to the St. Andrew’s cross, her body limp and trusting against my chest. This time I added the noise-canceling headphones…soft pads over her ears playing a low, throbbing bass track that vibrated through her bones, blocking out everything but the rhythm I set. Blindfold back on. Wrists and ankles secured again, but wider this time, stretching her fully open.I started with the pinwheel…cool metal points rolling slowly over her flushed skin, down her sides, across her breasts, between her thighs, light enough to prickle, sharp enough to make her gasp and arch. Goosebumps exploded everywhere I touched. Then the vibrator wand again, pressed hard against her while I drizzled ice-cold water in thin streams
Damien's Willing Captive Me, You and The Toys
Damien’s POVEveryone else had scattered…making excuses about errands…just leaving the estate quiet again. Too quiet. I wiped the last traces of blood off my knuckles with a towel one of the guards handed me, then headed inside. I knew exactly where she’d be.Isabella was curled up on the big sectional in the living room, legs crossed tight, phone in hand, thumb swiping through Instagram like it was the most interesting thing in the world. She didn’t look up when my footsteps echoed on the marble.I walked straight to her, dropped to my knees right in front of the couch, and rested my hands on her thighs. “Bella.”She turned her face away, jaw tight. “I don’t want to see you right now.”My chest squeezed. “But I want to see you. Every single day of my life. Naked in my bed. Walking around this house in nothing but my shirt. Laughing in my kitchen. Everywhere.”She kept swiping, acting like my words didn’t land, but I saw the tiny hitch in her breath. “Go away, Damien.”I didn’t move
Damien's Willing Captive Alone With The Aftermath
Damien’s POVThe air went dead silent after Isabella’s scream. Mark was sprawled on the concrete like a crumpled rag, blood pooled under his head, face swollen beyond recognition. He wasn’t moving. Not even a twitch.Isabella’s hands flew to her mouth again, but this time tears spilled over instantly. She stumbled forward, eyes locked on me like I was already in handcuffs. “Damien… oh God, I should’ve stopped you. Ellie told me to hold you back and I didn’t…I just froze. Now look what happened!” Her voice cracked, climbing higher with every word. “Are you going to jail? Are they gonna take you away? Am I never gonna see you again?” She was full-on sobbing now, shoulders shaking, reaching for me like I might vanish right there.I wanted to pull her into my arms, tell her it was okay, but the sight of Mark’s motionless body kept my feet glued to the ground.That’s when Agnes and Jace finally pushed through the small crowd.Agnes took one sweeping look…Mark on the ground, blood everywh
Damien's Willing Captive Another Closure
Damien’s POVThe shouts hit me like a slap. That voice…rough, demanding, way too familiar…cut through the laughter and froze every muscle in my body.Mark Grayson.Ellie’s piece-of-shit ex-husband. The one who put her in the hospital more times than I could count. Broken ribs, black eyes, lies about “falling down the stairs.” The one who cheated on her like it was a hobby. The one who sent thugs to my house to teach her a lesson.And now he was here. At my gates. Yelling to be let in.“Open this damn gate! I know that my wife is in there! Ellie! Ellie, baby, come out! I just want to talk!”Wife? Did he just call her his wife? My own sister?Red exploded across my vision and I clenched my fists furiously.Ellie screamed first, her voice filled with panic. “Isabella! Hold him back!”Too late. I was already moving, legs pumping, sprinting toward the gate like a bullet out of a gun. Jaxon moved too, his face dark with rage as he matched my stride.Behind us, voices shouted.“Damien? What
Damien's Willing Captive The Survivors
Damien's POV Today we were all gathered out front of the estate, the sun high and warm, suitcases piled into the shiny new Range Rover I’d had delivered for them. Ellie and Jaxon were finally moving into their own place.I couldn’t let them leave without the full big-brother treatment.I waited until Ellie was busy hugging Isabella and Agnes, then yanked Jaxon aside by the sleeve, dragging him a few steps toward the fountain.“Listen up,” I said, voice low and deadly serious, finger jabbing his chest. “Ellie is my little sister. If I ever…even once…see her cry because of something you did, or hear she’s sad, or even think she’s having a bad hair day that you didn’t fix immediately… I will hunt you down. I will bury you. I will make it look like an accident. You feel me?”Jaxon didn’t flinch, but his eyes widened a fraction. “Boss, I get it. I swear. I’m not gonna mess this up.”“Not good enough.” I stepped closer. “I mean it. You sneeze wrong in her direction, I’m there. You forget a
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