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Chapter twenty five

作者: Lily Grayson
last update 最終更新日: 2025-07-05 07:46:07

Sophie's POV

The penthouse elevator doors hadn't even finished closing before Damien pinned me against the mirrored wall, his mouth crashing into mine with the pent-up fury of a man who'd spent three days pretending not to watch me across boardrooms.

The taste of him whiskey and wintergreen and something uniquely Damien flooded my senses as his hands slid under my dress, fingers digging into the bruises Marcus's men had left during the ambush.

I gasped.

He froze instantly, his body going rigid against mine. "Did I hurt…"

I dragged him back by his tie before he could finish, sinking my teeth into his lower lip. "Don't. Stop."

The elevator dinged. Penthouse level.

We left a trail of destruction down the hallway. His Armani tie strung over a Ming vase, my torn stockings snagged on the console table, the pearl buttons of his shirt pinging against the marble like hailstones as I ripped them free.

His bedroom was all shadows and silken sheets, moonlight catching the scars o
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