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CHAPTER 78: The Chains of Desire and Silence - Part 2
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KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 78: The Chains of Desire and Silence - Part 2
I started to dread waking up, knowing what the day would hold. I longed for the simple normalcy of a shared meal, a quiet movie, a conversation that wasn't punctuated by his hands or his lips, diverting me from my thoughts.The Damon I knew — the gentle, considerate lover — who valued my consent seemed to have vanished. This man was a stranger, a beautiful, powerful, utterly dominant stranger who saw me only as a source of endless gratification.By the third week, or was it the fourth week, I felt like a ghost in my own body. My muscles were perpetually sore, my voice barely a whisper, my eyes , when I dared to catch a glimpse in the mirror, were haunted. I was trapped, a willing prisoner in a gilded cage of endless sex. He still wouldn't let me talk.Any attempt to voice my growing desperation was met with a kiss that stole my breath, a hand that wandered to my most sensitive spots, or a lewd, teasing remark that left me blushing and flustered, my original point lost in the haze of r
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 78: The Chains of Desire and Silence - Part 1
PASTShefali’s POVAs I woke up, the scent of him hit me first — a primal, musky blend of fatigue and something else, something wilder, but he was nowhere to be seen. I took a breath in relief — relaxing a bit, still unable to wake up from the drowsiness. My body was so sore and exhausted. I had no clue what day it was or how many days had passed.Two and a half months....... Two and a half months of empty sheets, solitary dinners, and a yearning that had coiled tight in my belly. I had imagined our reunion a thousand times: soft kisses, whispered apologies for the distance, a slow, tender rediscovery of bodies that knew each other intimately.That was just wishful thinking....Because all we ever had after his return was unprecedented, raw, animalistic sex.But beneath the sweat and the bruises, I could feel something had shifted between us. He wasn’t the gentle, caring Damon I once adored. He didn’t care if I was sore, exhausted, or drowning under the weight of my submissions. He di
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 77: Between Loyalty and Fear – Part 2
Damon sat on the living room couch like a king, one leg crossed over the other, his posture radiating authority. His expression was carved from stone, his eyes burning with fury. He looked every bit the predator, waiting for his prey to stumble closer.“Damon!” The name tore from my throat, a ragged gasp of relief and burgeoning fear. My heart, which had been a frantic drumbeat of anxiety since he left, now hammered with a different kind of terror.Tears streamed down my face before I realized it. He had come back earlier than promised, and the relief of seeing him overwhelmed me.I dropped everything, my bag, my purse, my phone, the flimsy veneer of my composure, and ran to him. My arms wrapped around his rigid form, pulling him into a desperate, clinging embrace. His expensive suit jacket felt like a shield, unyielding beneath my touch. My lips found his, a frantic seeking, a desperate plea. I kissed him like my life depended on it, pouring every ounce of my overwhelming relief, my
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 77: Between Loyalty and Fear – Part 1
PASTShefali’s POV:The days that followed were a battlefield. Not outside, but inside the walls of Jacob’s hotel room, inside my own chest, inside the fragile bond between us. We fought, argued, and clashed like fire and storm. Jake kept insisting, almost pleading, that I should not trust Damon. His words were sharp, relentless, each one cutting deeper than the last.“Shifu, open your eyes!” Jacob snapped one evening, slamming his fist against the desk.“Everything points to him. Knight Corporation. The cameras, photos, and videos. Damon is the one who has access to all of this; he knows your every detail. He’s not protecting you — he’s controlling you. And if you don’t see it now, you’ll regret it later.”I shook my head violently, tears burning my eyes.“No, Jake. There’s no solid evidence against Dami, so you can’t just accuse him. You don’t know him. You don’t know Damon the way I do. He’s my man. He’s the love of my life. I trust him.”Jacob’s jaw tightened, his voice trembling
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 76: The Package That Broke My Breath – Part 2
My heart leapt.Damon, I thought instantly. He must have sent something. A gift. A gesture. Maybe this was his way of bridging the silence between us. My lips curved into a faint smile, the kind that carried both relief and longing.I carried the package inside, setting it gently on the table as though it were something precious. My fingers brushed the card, and for a moment, I let myself believe. Believe that Damon had remembered me, that he had thought of me, that he still cared.But when I opened the box, the ground beneath me vanished.Inside was lingerie. My lingerie. Used. Torn, shredded, but still carrying the faint trace of my scent. I stared at it, frozen, my mind refusing to process what my eyes were seeing. I had thought the maids had thrown it away long ago. I was wrong.My chest tightened. My breath caught. Panic clawed at me, sharp and merciless. My hands trembled as I reached for the letter tucked inside, the paper shaking between my fingers.I didn’t want to read it. I
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 76: The Package That Broke My Breath – Part 1
PASTShefali’s POV:It had been a week since Jacob asked me not to return to my apartment. I stayed at his hotel, hidden away, living in borrowed shadows. To keep myself safe, I used a disguise whenever I had to step out — a blonde wig, oversized hoodie, and tinted glasses that made me look like someone else entirely. But the real trick was how I managed to get all my necessities out of Damon’s apartment without raising suspicion.I had convinced one of the maids to pack my essentials — books, clothes, toiletries — into plain cardboard boxes. I told her Damon had asked me to donate them. Once the boxes were ready, I slipped into the building wearing the disguise, signed the delivery slip under a fake name, and carried them out myself. No one questioned me. No one looked twice. By the time I reached Jacob’s hotel, I had everything I needed to survive without stepping foot back into that apartment.Jacob was relentless. For seven days straight, he worked like a machine, his laptop glowi
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