The truth about the baby's death has finally been revealed, and it’s even darker than we could have imagined. Damian’s rage has been simmering, but now it has finally boiled over. The truth has a name, and it has set him on a terrifying path of vengeance. Who is the true villain? And what will he do now that he knows his baby was murdered? What will be the price of revenge?
The whiskey burned down my throat, ice clinking in the glass I was strangling with my grip. My jaw ached from clenching. The VIP lounge of The Obden Club was loud with cigar smoke and business talk from my friends, but I wasn’t hearing shit.All I saw was Lila. Her walking away with Wesley fvcking Kane at the Harrington party. Her choosing him... after I’d fvcked her raw in that stall, after I marked her.My c0ck twitched at the memory, but rage drowned it out.“Yo, Damian,” Jake, my buddy with the buzz cut said, nudging me. “What's up with you, man? You're off, like you’re not even here.”Ryan smirked, leaning forward as he adjusted his Rolex. “Yeah. You've been a ghost lately, ever since you and that girl Lila split. Don’t tell me you’re sulking ‘cause Lila’s warming Wesley Kane’s bed now.”I cut him a look sharp enough to kill.“Watch your fvcking mouth,” I growled, my glass cracking under my grip. “Nobody said we’re over. Lila and I just had a… misunderstanding, that's all.”Jake h
Wesley drove in silence, his knuckles were turning white on the wheel, and his eyes were flicking to me every few seconds. I hugged the robe tighter, biting my lip harder now.“Are we gonna talk about it?” Wesley finally asked, his voice was rough. “What’s going on, Lila?”“We’ll talk,” I whispered, staring out the window. “Just… take me home first.”“Lila, come on,” he pressed, sharper now. “You’re acting strange. What happened back there?”“I’m fine,” I lied, my throat was tight. “Please, just get me home.”He muttered under his breath but kept driving. The city lights streaked by, my stomach was twisting, shame and fear was climbing higher with every mile.When we reached my building, I pushed the door open fast, wincing as I stepped out. Every movement sent a fresh ache between my legs.“Lila, are you sure you’re okay?” Wesley asked, catching up, his hand brushing my arm. “You look like you’re in pain.”“I’m fine,” I forced a smile, rushing toward the elevator.He stopped the doors
I finally got Damian to stop after begging him. My body was too sore to take more.By the time we stepped out of the stall, my legs felt like they might give out. My heart was racing. The hallway was almost empty except for distant laughter and moans. I tried to walk straight, praying no one noticed.“Why the hell are you sneaking around?” Damian’s hand clamped on my arm, his voice was sharp. "Having second thoughts already?”“I’m not,” I said quickly, but my eyes were down. “I just don’t want people staring.”His gaze darkened. He stepped closer and said with a low and dangerous tone. “You better not. You promised me, Lila. Don’t fvck with me.”“I won’t,” I whispered. “But you should go first. We’ll meet at my apartment later.”His jaw clenched. “No need. I’ll drive you back myself.”I froze.His stare turned deadly when I didn't move. “Why are you just standing there?”I swallowed, gripping the robe. “I need to end things with Wesley properly. He’s been good to me. I can’t just vanis
My whole body was trembling as I sat on Damian’s lap in the stall, his cock was still buried inside me. My breath was shaky and sweat was clinging to me. The place reeked of sex, and my pussy throbbed; it was raw and way too sore.Damian had fvcked me like he wanted to break me, like he needed me to remember I was his. And God, I let him. His arm was wrapped around my waist, while his other hand was lazily squeezing my breasts. His eyes wouldn't stop dragging over the fresh bruises and bite marks he had left me.I felt like I had been torn apart and stitched back together.“Pull out,” I whispered, too weak to meet his eyes. “We need to go.”He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. That cruel smirk was back. “Why so shy, Lila? Why can't you look at me? You’re the one who usually begs me to stay inside you after I’m done. Don't act like you didn't love it.”“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, but my voice was barely there. “I’m insane for letting you touch me again. I should be suing
Damian laughed. “What’s wrong, Lila? You look like you’re about to cry. Thought you didn’t give a shit.”“I don’t,” I snapped, but my voice broke, tears stinging my eyes. I shoved at him weakly. “Go marry whoever the fvck you want. Just leave me out of it.”“Leave?” His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. He stepped in closer, his hand clamping down on my hip. “You think you can just walk away from me? After you ran to Kane? After you let him touch you?”“I didn’t–” I started, but he cut me off, his grip was hard.“Don’t lie,” he snarled. “I saw you in his lap. Letting him grope you. You think that’s okay?”“It’s none of your fvcking business,” I shot back, even though my voice trembled. “We’re over, Damian. I can kiss whoever I want.”“Wrong.” His hand shoved back into my bikini bottom, two fingers sliding against my pvssy, and I gasped loud, my body betraying me all over again. “This is mine. You’re mine.”“Stop,” I begged, my voice was weak, my body shuddering. “Wesley’s waiting fo
The sight of Damian kissing Chloe cut through me like a knife. His hands on her ass, his mouth devouring hers, like all that hunger belonged to her, when hours ago it had been mine. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, my body was still aching from what he had done to me earlier: his marks, his grip, his c0ck. I had forced myself into Wesley’s arms, into the pool, pretending I was fine. But watching Damian now, kissing Chloe like I never existed, made me sick.Worse... it made me jealous.I hated myself for it.I pulled a robe tight over my bikini, hiding the makeup covering his bruises. “I need the restroom,” I muttered to Wesley, my voice was strained and my eyes were anywhere but his.“Are you okay?” Wesley’s voice was low. “You’re not… bothered by him, are you? Do you still feel something for that asshole?”His words hit like a spotlight. I forced a sharp laugh, but it sounded fake. “No way. He’s nothing to me. He can fvck whoever he wants. I don’t care. I just need to pee, okay?”H