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A Gentle Kind of Wrong

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My heart pounded so hard as Wesley kept kissing me softly. His eyes were completely shut, but mine were wide open.

But then… I melted into it. Maybe because his kiss felt safe. Like a promise.

I didn’t even realize I was leaning in until he pulled back, like he had just remembered something he wasn’t supposed to feel.

“Sh!t,” he muttered, looking down. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was just trying to comfort you–”

“You don’t have to apologize,” I said, reaching up and touching his face. “I wanted it too. You’re… good, Wesley.”

“But I...”

I didn’t let him finish. I leaned in and kissed him again, this time with no hesitation.

And he kissed me back, a little slower and deeper. It wasn’t like Damian's kiss. That a$sh0le was rough, possessive, and overwhelming. Wesley was gentle, patient… real. And for once, I didn’t feel used. I felt wanted and respected.

Without thinking, my arms wrapped around him, and his hands were firm on my waist. My body responded to his touch, needing something t
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Hello, my incredible readers, Well, that was a lot, wasn't it? This chapter was all about Lila trying to move on, to find a moment of peace and a different kind of connection with Wesley. His kindness and gentleness are a clear contrast to Damian's fire, and you can see Lila struggling with that every step of the way. But even with Wesley, Damian's ghost lingers, making her feel guilty and hollow. And then... a visitor. A witness who just dropped a bomb on this fragile new start. Who is she? And what does she know about Damian? Drop a comment and let me know your thoughts on this chapter! With love, [Moan Lounge]

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  • His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection   A Party of Lies

    “What’s so funny?” His voice was sharp, his eyes raking over me like he was sizing up a threat.Wesley sighed, a smirk curling his lips. “Lila, this is my cousin... Pocahontas. You haven’t met him yet, right?”"What?" I blinked.The blue-haired guy punched Wesley in the arm, scowling. “How many fu¢king times do I have to tell you to quit calling me that?!”Wesley, Rick, and Hanson broke into loud, unrestrained laughter.The guy's face was reddening with anger.“Chill, Sam,” Wesley said, his eyes were shiny with tears. “Isn’t that your name?”Samuel’s hands balled into fists. “It’s Samuel, you d!ck.”Hanson leaned forward, he was barely holding his drink. “But your mom calls you that, right? Her sweet little Pocahontas. Why are you so mad?”Samuel’s face darkened. He lunged for Hanson, but Hanson just laughed, dodging into the crowd. “Catch me if you can, Pocahontas!” he called over his shoulder before disappearing into the chaos.Rick shook his head, finally sobering. “Why do you even

  • His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection   The Bruised Smile

    The tires squealed as I pulled into the Bel Air mansion’s lot: one of those places where only the insanely rich could breathe without choking on the cost. My body protested every movement, my thighs still sore, my pu$sy throbbing from Damian’s brutal claim. Bites, bruises, the sting of his hand were all hidden under concealer, but burning under my skin. The black gown hugged my curves, hiding the evidence but not the pain.The night air hit me like a wall, it was thick with bass-heavy music, the bite of weed smoke, and the tang of booze. Red Solo cups flashed under neon lights. Girls in bikinis clung to guys in swim trunks, some grinding, some already fu¢king against the poolside cabanas like it was part of the entertainment. I forced my heels to keep pace, my legs were unsteady, and my heart was pounding. I couldn’t let anyone see what Damian had left me with.Wesley was by the pool, water was dripping from his bare chest, and his swim trunks was hanging low on his hips. He stood wit

  • His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection   Running from the Reaper

    The room still reeked of sweat and sex. My wrists burned from the cuffs, my body was trembling, and my pu$sy was raw from Damian’s punishment. I lay there, gasping, my chest was heaving, and tears were running down my face.“Are you still crying, Lila?” His voice was low, and it sounded like he was mocking me.He leaned over me, he was shirtless. Sweat was running down his chest. His c0ck was still hard like he hadn’t just wrecked me.“You should be grateful I didn’t punish you harder.”I bit my lip, refusing to look at him. “Take the fu¢king cuffs off,” I said. My voice shook.His eyes dragged over me slowly, before his hand slid between my legs. I tried to clamp them shut, but he forced them wide open, his grip was hard.“Damian, stop,” I whispered.With an impatient sigh, he finally reached for the cuffs. The metal clicked free, and he kissed the red marks on my wrists like it meant something. I yanked away, forcing myself to sit up even though my body screamed in pain.Bite marks,

  • His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection   Punished

    Damian's face was so close I could feel the heat of his anger mixed with whiskey.I hadn’t known he was back from his trip. Not after that text accusing me of fu¢king Wesley in his office. I had only meant to go out for a sandwich; my stomach was growling after hiding in my apartment all day. But opening that door had been a mistake. Now he was here, and I was trapped. His eyes promised punishment.“D-Damian…” My voice shook.My silk cami clung to me, and my nipples were hard against the thin fabric, betraying me. My body still remembered: his control, his c0ck, the way he devoured me.His fingers dug into my chin as his gaze dropped to my chest. “Why are your nipples so fμcking hard, Lila?” His voice was a low growl. His lips were brushing mine. “Been thinking about me while you fu¢k Kane?”I glared at him. “We’re over,” my voice was sharp despite the fear. “What's it to you if I’m with Wesley? You don’t own me.”His body pressed me harder to the wall. “Don’t test me.” His hand slid

  • His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection   My Meal, My Rules

    Damian's POVThe jet hit the runway at LAX, but I didn’t see the Los Angeles skyline under the late afternoon sun. All I saw was red. My head was on fire. Wesley Kane had touched Lila. My Lila. After I told him to stay the hell away from her.My fists clenched as I stormed through the private terminal. My sleeves were rolled up, shirt half open, and heat was sticking the fabric to my skin. People stared, whispered, pulled out their phones. But I didn’t care. Let them watch.“Brett!” I barked. My boots were pounding the polished floor as I headed for my black Rolls-Royce phantom parked at the curb.My manager rushed to keep up, he looked nervous.“Yes, sir?”“Where’s Lila?” My jaw ached from clenching.“She’s been home all day. I mean... after...” he said carefully. “Except… she went to the pharmacy for some pills.”I stopped cold."Welcome back, Mr. Holt," the driver greeted, but I didn't give a fμ¢k.Instead, I turned to Brett who looked pale.“What the fu¢k fo you mean? What kind of

  • His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection   A Public Display of Possession

    Damian led me down a quiet hallway into a private dining room. The door clicked shut behind us, and then locked. The sound made my stomach flip.Before I could say a word, he pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. I felt his tongue slid into my mouth and licked me clean as if he had been starving. I moaned into him, my hands grabbing his shirt. My body was already giving in despite the fear.He yanked my dress down, the sequins brushing my skin. And my bra was gone seconds later. His hands were rough and greedy, squeezing my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until I gasped. My pu$sy was already soaking and aching. I needed him more than I should.“Damian,” I breathed out, my voice was shaky.He spun me around, and bent me over the long table. The wood was cold against my skin. Then he shoved my dress up and ripped my panties off like they were nothing. I clutched the edge of the table, shaking, barely able to breathe as I felt his hard c0ck rubbing between my ass and pu$

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