Damian's public declaration is a power move of epic . He's not just claiming Lila; he's defying his family and their expectations. What do you think this means for Lila? Is this a genuine moment of care, or just another way for him to control her and show off his power?
"Kyle," I mumbled his name against his mouth, but my voice was weak and helpless.My head was spinning now.Kyle didn’t slow down. His tongue slid into my mouth as his hands kneaded my breast. My anger was gone before I knew and it was quickly replaced with tingling sparks through my body.When he finally pulled back we were both breathing fast. He reached out and wiped my tears with his thumb.“You’re mine, Mirabel,” he murmured.His mouth moved down my neck, sucking and grazing, and I arched into him when he reached my breast. He sucked through the fabric.“I’m still mad,” I managed to say, my voice was shaking.“I know.” He sucked harder, making my body tremble.I gasped, gripping the sheets.My entire body was melting.Then I blurted the thing that terrified me. “How are we supposed to make a real baby if Zoey shows up? She’ll ruin everything.”He dragged his tongue lower, over the dress, to my bellybutton. My head kept spinning when he started sucking."Kyle... I'll fight you, yo
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$sy was already soaking and aching. I needed him more than I should.“Damian,” I breathed out, my voice was shaky.He spun me around, and bent me over the long table. The wood was cold against my skin. Then he shoved my dress up and ripped my panties off like they were nothing. I clutched the edge of the table, shaking, barely able to breathe as I felt his hard c0ck rubbing between my ass and pu$s
“What’s wrong?” Damian asked. His voice was way too casual for what his fingers were doing to me under the table.I shook my head, trying to stay still, but my body was trembling by the fear and pleasure running through me. His fingers slipped inside me... one, then two, moving slowly and deeply, while he sipped his wine with his other hand. His face was calm. I gripped my glass so hard my hand hurt, trying not to spill the water or the way I was falling apart. My pu$sy clenched around his fingers, and I could feel my orgasm building faster.Then the host’s voice cut through. “Please welcome Damian Holt, the CEO of Holt Industries to the stage!”Applause erupted.Damian pulled his fingers out, leaving me aching and breathless. Then, without missing a beat, he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean... his eyes locked on mine the entire time.My heart stopped. My cheeks burned. I didn’t dare look at his parents, but I could feel their anger like a wave crashing over me.He stood
The paramedics shoved me inside the ambulance. My mom climbed in, while Kyle’s mom sat beside me, holding my hand like she actually cared. The doors slammed shut, sirens wailing as my cramps twisted deeper. Blood streaked my thighs, cold air mixing with the metallic smell. My mind screamed his name. Where was he? Why wasn’t he here?Then the back doors crashed open.“Get your fvcking hands off my girl.”His voice was a growl, if was low and lethal. My head snapped up. Kyle filled the doorway, snow clinging to his jacket, his eyes were black with rage. Every muscle in his body looked ready to destroy.“Kyle,” I breathed, my voice was breaking on his name.“I’m here, baby,” he said, softer now, but his stare stayed murderous as it swept the ambulance.The paramedic pulled his hands back like Kyle’s glare burned.He climbed inside, grabbed the stretcher, and yanked me into his arms like I weighed nothing. Then his mouth crashed against mine, the kiss was rough and desperate, claiming me
“My baby… oh God, my baby. Please don’t let me lose it. Kyle loves it so much.”Helen, Kyle’s mother, dropped to her knees beside me. Then she pulled me into her arms. Her touch startled me; hours ago, she’d spit venom at me. Now her voice was soft, almost maternal.“Shh, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to happen to the baby. We won’t let it.” She snapped her head toward her husband, her eyes were blazing. “Call 911, Richard. Now!”I caught sight of my mom’s face, and froze. Her eyes were wild, black with fury. She looked ready to tear me apart.“You’re lying,” she hissed, trembling with rage. “You’re not pregnant. You’re trying to trap him.”“Sandra, enough!” Helen snarled, clutching me tighter. “She’s bleeding, for God's sake! Do you want her to lose the baby?”“There is no baby!” my mom shrieked. “She’s a liar... a filthy sinner!”“Enough!” Bishop Callahan’s voice cracked through the chaos. It was thunderous. “Mirabel needs a doctor. Immediately. Do you think she would be bleeding if t
I jolted awake with a stabbing pain low in my belly, sharp enough to make me bite down on my lip. My hand searched blindly across the sheets, desperate for Kyle’s warmth.Nothing. Just cold emptiness.“Kyle?” My voice was weak, barely a croak as I forced my eyes open. "Kyle?"No answer.I sat up, blinking against the dim light. This wasn’t the couch we had been lying on. The room was massive: sleek, expensive. A chandelier glittered overhead.My heart pounded."Where am I? Are we still in his parents’ mansion?"I yanked the blanket back and froze.Blood. Dark red, blooming across the perfect white sheets. My stomach dropped. Too much. Way too much.“No, no, no…” My hands flew to my thighs, it was sticky and wet. My period wasn't supposed to be this heavy.Panic clawed at my chest.“Kyle!” I shouted, ignoring the pain as I crawled off the bed and toward a door beside the room.I stumbled into a marble bathroom and tore through cabinets. Shoving aside towels and fancy soaps. No tampons