Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Sealed with Sin

Lila’s knees hit the plush carpet before her mind could catch up.

Damien towered over her, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. The metallic click sent a fresh wave of heat rushing between her thighs. This wasn’t the plan. None of it. She was supposed to endure a quick, forgettable fuck in the dark and vanish with the money. Instead, the most powerful man in the city was looking at her like he wanted to devour her soul.

“Open,” he commanded, voice low and rough.

She parted her lips. He freed himself—thick, heavy, already glistening at the tip—and guided the head across her tongue. The taste of him was salt and power. Lila moaned around him, the sound vibrating up his shaft as he pushed deeper.

“Fuck, just like that.” Damien’s hand fisted in her dark hair, guiding but not forcing. Yet. “Your sister would’ve negotiated terms first. You… you take it so sweetly.”

Humiliation burned her cheeks, but it only made her wetter. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue the way she’d only ever imagined in her darkest fantasies. His hips rocked forward, hitting the back of her throat. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard, and hauled her up. In one fluid motion, he bent her over the grand piano, yanking her lace panties down her legs. Cool air kissed her soaked folds.

“Look at you,” he murmured, running two fingers along her slit. “Soaking for the man your sister tried to throw away.” He slapped her ass once, sharp and possessive. Lila cried out, arching back instinctively. “Tell me you want this.”

“I—I shouldn’t—”

Another smack, harder. “Don’t lie to your husband.”

The word husband sent a forbidden thrill through her. “Yes,” she gasped. “I want it.”

Damien didn’t wait. He lined up and thrust in deep, stretching her in one powerful stroke. Lila’s scream melted into a broken moan as he filled her completely. He was bigger than she’d expected, thicker, hitting places that made her vision spark.

“Tight,” he growled, pulling back only to slam in again. “So fucking tight for me.”

The piano creaked under her grip as he set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drove her higher, pleasure coiling tight in her belly. His hand snaked around to rub her clit in tight circles, relentless.

“You’re mine now, Lila. Not Serena’s pawn. Not some bribe to be discarded.” He leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder as he drove deeper. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whimpered, pushing back to meet him, lost in the filthy slap of skin on skin.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Damien!”

He rewarded her with a brutal snap of his hips that sent her crashing over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, walls clenching around him so hard she saw stars. Damien followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, hot and endless.

For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing.

Then he pulled out, turned her around, and kissed her slow and deep, tasting himself on her tongue. When he finally drew back, his eyes were dark with satisfaction—and something far more dangerous than lust.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered softly. “We’re not done.”

Lila woke to the sound of her phone vibrating violently on the nightstand.

Morning light spilled across the tangled sheets. Damien was gone, but the ache between her legs and the faint bruises on her hips told her last night had been very, very real. She reached for the phone with shaking fingers.

Serena.

She answered on the third ring.

“You stupid bitch,” her sister snarled. “What the hell did you do? The lawyers just called—Damien’s already had the papers amended. The marriage stands. With you.”

Lila sat up, heart pounding. “I didn’t—”

“Save it. I’m coming over. And when I get there, you’re going to fix this. Or I’ll tell Mom exactly who spread her legs for two million dollars.”

The line went dead.

Lila dropped the phone, stomach twisting. Last night’s pleasure still hummed under her skin, but reality crashed back hard. Damien Voss hadn’t let her disappear. He’d claimed her instead.

And now her sister was coming to take it all back.

The bedroom door opened. Damien stood there in nothing but tailored black pants, chest still damp from a shower. He looked at her, eyes tracing the marks he’d left on her body like a signature.

“Morning, wife.” His smile was slow and predatory. “Sounds like we have company.”