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CHAPTER 60: The Promise Ring - Part 2
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KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 60: The Promise Ring - Part 2
I stood beside the table near the pool, the candlelight flickering across my skin, casting gold against velvet. The music was soft, slow, seductive— like it had been chosen for this moment alone.Damon had already stripped and waited in the water, half-submerged, his gaze fixed on me with a hunger that made my pulse stutter.I didn’t rush.First, I slipped off my heels, one at a time, letting them fall with a soft clink against the stone. Then, with deliberate grace, I reached behind my neck and unclasped the delicate lariat necklace, letting it slide down my chest like a whisper. The earrings followed, set aside with care, as if I were shedding pieces of armor.His eyes never left me.I met his gaze, holding it, letting him feel every second of the slow unraveling. My fingers found the side of the dress, teasing the slit wider as I shifted my stance— just enough for him to glimpse the red lace thong beneath. I could feel the tension ripple off him like heat. Then, with a slow roll o
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 60: The Promise Ring - Part 1
PASTShefali's POV:Once the doctor left, the woman returned with boxes— elegant, matte black, tied with crimson ribbons that hinted at something decadent. She opened them one by one, revealing a red velvet gown that stole the breath from my lungs.It was backless.Daring.Laced with intricate patterns that danced across the bodice like firelight. The neckline plunged, unapologetically bold, while the slit ran high up one thigh, promising movement and danger. Beneath it lay a matching red lace thong— delicate, provocative, barely-there. It was the kind of detail meant to be felt, not seen.I had never worn anything like it.It wasn’t just bold— it was a declaration.She said nothing, only gestured for me to cooperate.“Mr. Knight’s orders,” she murmured, her tone clipped, professional.Then she dressed me like a doll— her hands precise, her movements rehearsed. She curled my hair into soft, voluminous waves and swept them to one side, exposing the bare line of my back.The makeup was
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 59: The Quiet Before Midnight
PASTShefali's POV:I used to believe that love was something you earned — something you chased, something you proved yourself worthy of. But with Damon, it was different.Love wasn’t loud.It didn’t scream or demand.It was quiet.It was in the way he held my towel before I even reached for it.In the way he kissed my temple when I was buried in spreadsheets.In the way he watched me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.I was in a daze most days — a soft, golden haze that wrapped around me like silk. Damon was everywhere. He was the warmth in my shower, the arms that wrapped around me when I studied, the voice that murmured “you’re doing great” when I doubted myself.He was obsessive, yes.Possessive, absolutely.But he was also impossibly tender.He couldn’t keep his hands off me.And I didn’t want him to.Even the simplest things — brushing my hair, helping me dress — turned into hours of stolen kisses and whispered promises.Even while washing me, he could
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 58: The Quiet Before Midnight
PASTShefali's POV:I used to believe that love was something you earned — something you chased, something you proved yourself worthy of. But with Damon, it was different.Love wasn’t loud.It didn’t scream or demand.It was quiet.It was in the way he held my towel before I even reached for it.In the way he kissed my temple when I was buried in spreadsheets.In the way he watched me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.I was in a daze most days — a soft, golden haze that wrapped around me like silk. Damon was everywhere. He was the warmth in my shower, the arms that wrapped around me when I studied, the voice that murmured “you’re doing great” when I doubted myself.He was obsessive, yes.Possessive, absolutely.But he was also impossibly tender.He couldn’t keep his hands off me.And I didn’t want him to.Even the simplest things — brushing my hair, helping me dress — turned into hours of stolen kisses and whispered promises.Even while washing me, he could
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 58: Temptation Wrapped in Midnight
PAST Shefali's POV:The world seemed to tilt beneath me. Every trace of colour drained from my face. My heart thudded painfully, but it wasn’t love— it was terror.I wriggled, shaking my head in disbelief, but he held me tighter, gripping my shoulder and waist hard but not enough to hurt.“Baby, calm down….. Now you tell me why I would do anything to harm you. Baby, tell me honestly where you harmed in any way?”I shook my head. I was not yet ready to spill the beans.He just sighed and carried me straight into the bathroom, ignoring my half-hearted protests. The tub was already filled, steam curling in the air, scented oils floating on the surface.“You planned this?” I asked, blinking at him, surprised.“Of course. I was waiting for you to wake.” His tone was smug, but his eyes were gentle.“My girl deserves to be cared for and pampered, especially after a long night.”Before I could argue, he set me down carefully on the stool and knelt in front of me. His fingers traced the edge o
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 57: Our First Forever
PASTShefali's POV:I woke to the warmth of sunlight brushing across my face and to the weight of his arm draped across me, heavy and protective, as if even in sleep he refused to let me go. His chest rose and fell against my side, steady and warm, and for a moment I just lay there, listening to the rhythm of his breathing.My body ached in places I hadn’t known could ache— tender, pulsing reminders of the night that had rewritten me. It wasn’t pain. It was memory etched into muscle and skin.I had just lain there beneath him, lip caught between my teeth, lost in the haze of our passionate night. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this devastatingly handsome man who had wrapped me in his arms like a vow, holding me close as if I were something he’d claimed— his woman, his desire, his sanctuary.A slow throb that whispered of every kiss, every breathless gasp, every time he’d been impossibly gentle and impossibly relentless, like he was trying to carve his devotion into me.Heat bloomed
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