LOGINCHAPTER 71. DEVOID OF HUMORSELENE'S POV My body is still vibrating, humming with the aftershocks of an explosion my mind hasn't quite processed yet. One moment, I was coming undone in Damien’s arms; the next, he vanished into the shadows like a phantom, leaving me alone to face the consequences.Now, my father stands in the center of my bedroom, his eyebrow raised, scrutinizing the space like a boarding school headmaster searching for contraband.My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic bird trying to claw its way out of a cage. I am doomed. Absolutely, irrevocably doomed. His aura is a physical weight in the room, a suffocating blanket of Alpha dominance that presses against my skin. He knows fear when he smells it, and right now, I reek of it."What the hell happened here?" his voice booms, the sound vibrating through the walls and settling deep in my chest.I gasp, digging my toes into the carpet, fighting for a shred of composure. I have to swallow the terror rising in my thr
CHAPTER 70. YOU SMELL LIKE RUINSELENE'S POV "This is going to be a very long night, baby girl," he growls, his voice vibrating against the shell of my ear, dark and heavy with promise. "And I’m not going to stop until I have completely unraveled you."His words ring through me, sounding less like a threat and more like a prophecy. Even now, wrapped in his arms, I still haven’t figured out what he is. I don’t know why he holds this terrifying power over me, or why he can make me fall deeper into this overwhelming sin with a single touch. I know the danger looming outside these walls. I know I am being stalked, that my life is a house of cards waiting to collapse, yet I still want more.I want to be ruined by him. My sister’s husband."God," I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. "You’re a demon.""Maybe," he whispers.His hands roam over me possessively, mapping every curve of my body as I straddle his lap. He holds me tight, anchoring me against him as the friction betwe
CHAPTER 69. I AM REALLY DOOMED... AND I WANT TO BEGood fucking Lord.The sensory overload is absolute, a blinding white noise that swallows me whole. My world has shrunk to the size of this bed, to the weight of Damien’s body, and the relentless, punishing rhythm he sets. He is brutal, a force of nature intent on wrecking me, whispering filthy promises of ruin against my damp skin as he fucks the life out of me.My head is thrown back, sinking deep into the plush pillows, my hair fanned out around me like a dark, chaotic halo. Every thrust shakes me to my teeth. My spine arches off the mattress, a bowstring pulled tight to the breaking point, offering my chest to him, offering everything to him."You like that?" he growls, the vibration of his voice traveling through my sternum.I can't answer. I can only keen, a high, broken sound that doesn't sound like me at all. My body is vibrating like a plucked cello string, humming with a tension that is terrifying in its intensity.The orgas
CHAPTER 68. THE ABYSS HE IS DRAGGING ME INTOMy world has narrowed down to this—flesh, heat, and the relentless rhythm of Damien taking what belongs to him.He is absolutely destroying me. My legs are suspended high, hooked over his broad, trembling shoulders, leaving me completely open and vulnerable to his assault. His hands grip my waist with bruising force, anchoring me to the mattress as he drives into me with a ferocity that borders on violence.The sensations overwhelming my body are tremendous, a tidal wave of pleasure that drowns out every rational thought. My head falls back against the pillows, my eyelids fluttering uncontrollably as I try to process the sheer magnitude of him. My hands scrabble blindly against the silk bedspread, fingers curling into claws, bunching the fabric as my spine arches off the mattress. I am meeting him thrust for thrust, moving in a feral, desperate rhythm, compelled by a need I can’t name.The room is filled with the wet, obscene sound of skin
CHAPTER 67. WET SLAPPING SOUNDS“There is only one thing in this life right now that will stop me from bending you over and fucking you brutally hard on this kitchen table,” he says.I am shaking, lust fogging my senses as that dark sensation coils around me like smoke. The urge to tear off his clothes and wrap my legs around his waist while he buries himself deep inside me hits me hard.Oh God… there it goes again.How does he do this?Why don’t I have any power over it?I tremble as I lift my gaze to him, my entire body wrapped in that thick, consuming energy. I feel overtaken—like I’m not myself anymore.He smiles.“All you have to do is tell me that you hate me. I’ll make a move to seduce you. If you resist it, I swear I’ll let you go.”I glare at him, my eyes glowing with the intensity of my rage. Is this a game to him?“Fuck you,” I say.He chuckles. “Really? I’m surprised you aren’t satisfied, even after the countless times we fucked each other.”“Oh my God…” I shake my head q
CHAPTER 66. UNTIL OUR NOSES TOUCH“Oh God, bless you so much, Lyra,” I think to myself.I walk to the table and open my food. I dig in immediately, eating fast without hesitation. God, I’ve been starving—completely neglecting my stomach because of everything happening.When I finish, I wash it down with a bottle of water, then rest my elbows on the kitchen island, my jaw pressed against my palms.How did your life get here, Selene? How did you mess up so badly? How were you foolish enough to fall into this ridiculous trap?This is insane. Completely, painfully insane.I inhale slowly, trying to soothe the panic clawing through me. I take out my phone, wondering where Lyra is. I need to talk to her. Desperately.I type quickly:Where are you?Her reply comes almost instantly.Oh, I’m so sorry, Selene. I didn’t mean not to tell you. I’m not at home right now. I had to go to my husband’s house to visit him for the week, so I won’t be around for a while. If anything is bothering you, don’







