Selene's POV
Ronan laughed when he looked at me, his eyes doing that thing again. Like he was thinking dirty thoughts or something. "You know what you're saying?" he asked, his voice all rough and low.But I shut him up with a kiss.The second my lips hit his, everything else just... went away. The dark room, the rain hitting the windows, his cologne that smelled expensive and dangerous. All of it disappeared and it was just his mouth on mine and my heart going crazy in my chest.Every part of me was screaming nooo.My brain, the smart part that usually keeps me from doing stupid shit, was going off like a fire alarm. This was Ronan. This was bad news. This was me crossing lines I swore I'd never cross. But my body wasn't listening anymore.But I told all those voices to shut up and listened to the one telling me to kiss him.That stupid, reckless voice that had been getting louder all night. The one whispering about hoDamien's POV The black sedan died in front of my house, engine making weird noises in the cold. I could barely see my place through the busted windshield. Everything hurts like hell. Breathing felt like someone was stabbing me with a glass. "Easy," one of Salvatore's guys said, opening the door. Cold air slapped my beat-up face. These weren't my guys - just some random muscle Salvatore sent to dump me off. My legs gave out when they tried getting me out. The beating fucked me up worse than I thought. Everything hurt when they lifted me up, and had to drag me like a sack of shit. Blood kept dripping from my head, making spots all over my driveway. The front door looked like it was a mile away. Each step hurt like a bitch. My ribs felt like they were gonna explode - probably cracked from all the kicking those assholes gave me. I could still feel their boots smashing into me. "Almost there," the tall one said. S
Selene's POVRonan laughed when he looked at me, his eyes doing that thing again. Like he was thinking dirty thoughts or something. "You know what you're saying?" he asked, his voice all rough and low.But I shut him up with a kiss.The second my lips hit his, everything else just... went away. The dark room, the rain hitting the windows, his cologne that smelled expensive and dangerous. All of it disappeared and it was just his mouth on mine and my heart going crazy in my chest.Every part of me was screaming nooo.My brain, the smart part that usually keeps me from doing stupid shit, was going off like a fire alarm. This was Ronan. This was bad news. This was me crossing lines I swore I'd never cross. But my body wasn't listening anymore.But I told all those voices to shut up and listened to the one telling me to kiss him.That stupid, reckless voice that had been getting louder all night. The one whispering about ho
The engine went quiet as Ronan's black car pulled into the driveway. Moonlight hit the stone front of his house, making everything look shadowy and still after all the noise at the club. My head felt fuzzy from drinking, but my feet hurt so bad it cut right through the buzz.I watched him get out through the dark window. Even in the dim light, I could see how tense his shoulders were, how tight his jaw looked. He moved around the car with that smooth way he always had, like a predator or something. When he opened my door, his dark eyes locked onto mine and I forgot how to breathe for a second."Come here," he said, his voice rough.Before I could say anything or move, his arms slid under me and he lifted me right out of the car like I weighed nothing. His chest was warm against my side, and I caught his cologne mixed with something else-something that made my heart race. My dress hiked up a little when he adjusted his grip, and I felt his fingers
He stood directly in front of us now, and the distinct scent of his expensive cologne pierced through the acrid smoke that surrounded us—something undeniably masculine that sent a rush of warmth through my limbs and weakened my knees. His presence seemed to fill the entire space, commanding and absolute, like a force of nature that was impossible to ignore."I think you have something that belongs to me," Ronan said, his piercing gaze locked onto Damien but, oddly, also enveloping me in its intensity. There was a sense of possession in his voice, but beneath that surfaced something deeper—an undercurrent of protection, perhaps even a hint of tenderness that caught me off guard.I watched as Damien’s bravado unraveled right before my eyes. His grip on my wrist, which had felt almost vice-like moments before, loosened and fell away completely. In that instant, he transformed into a child, caught in the act of pilfering cookies from a jar, his earlier confidence evapo
Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks, burning like acid behind my eyes. But I couldn’t allow them to fall, not here, not now, and certainly not in front of Damien. I bit down hard on my lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as I fought against the overwhelming urge to break down completely.Letting him see me cry would be like handing fresh meat to a hungry wolf—relentlessly cruel. It wouldn't change anything; it would only make the moment more exhilarating for him. I recognized that look in his eyes, that predatory gleam that flickered to life whenever he sensed my vulnerability. He thrived on it, drawing power from my pain and despair.My left cheek still throbbed from the sharp slap he'd delivered just moments before. The heat radiating across my skin felt like a brand, and I could sense the tender flesh beginning to swell. The metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth where my teeth had bit down on the soft skin, a reminder of the force
Selene's POVI was paralyzed, my eyes locked on Damien as he moved closer, his footsteps echoing ominously in the cramped bathroom like a tolling bell signaling doom. The fluorescent light overhead flickered erratically, throwing harsh shadows across his face that made him appear even more menacing than I remembered him to be. My hands quivered at my sides, fingers itching to grasp something that could serve as a weapon or at least a barrier between us.The cold, unforgiving tile wall pressed against my back, its chill penetrating through my thin dress and settling deep into my bones. I knew there was nowhere left to escape. The small bathroom morphed into a claustrophobic prison cell, with its grimy mirror reflecting my pale, terrified face and the single stall offering no real chance for an exit.I couldn’t help but think, "Yes, he’s right," as my mind raced with frantic calculations. "Ronan is still back at the clubhouse, while I’m trapped here in this bathroom. He wouldn’t hear my