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Chapter 11

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Damien’s pov

Amidst the chaos in my life I had a party to attend. More of a gala for the rich to show off their wealth and do business in secrets.

Business was more of my intention and the only thing I cared about. I told Aria to get ready , It was a cold evening and I needed some heat by my side for comfort.

She turned her back to me and pulled the gold dress over her skin. No hesitation. No bra. No pause. I stopped her at the zipper and stepped in, my hand closing around it. I pulled it up myself, slow, watching every inch of that fabric cling to her like it had been made for her body alone. She didn’t move, didn’t flinch. I could feel the tension radiating off her, the quiet challenge in her posture, and it made me want to crush her against me just to see how much fight she had left.

I picked up the shoes next. Four-inch stilettos. Gold to match. No straps. No buckles. Easy to rip off if the mood struck. She glared at them, lips tightening, but didn’t say a fucking word. S
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