CHAPTER 6: She is a Threat

Damien was nursing a full bottle of whisky in his study when Selene walked in, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“What are you doing here, Selene?” he sighed, barely looking at her. “Do you need something?”

When she didn’t respond, he turned, his brows drawing together. “Selene?”

But the words caught in his throat.

She stood there in nothing but black lingerie, her blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders.

“Selene, what are you–”

“Do you like it?” she purred, running her hands slowly down her body, her blue eyes locked on his.

“Like it?” he exhaled, eyes darkening. “I love it.”

She stepped closer, stopping just inches from him.

“You know, Damien,” she murmured, her fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt, “I just want you to know how much I love you.”

Her hand slipped lower, tracing the line of his belt.

“And how much I want you.”

His breathing quickened, his self-control unraveling. God, he wanted her too. She was infuriating, unpredictable, and absolutely irresistible.

“Selene…” he whispered, his voice tight. But before he could say more, she silenced him with a kiss that scorched through him like fire.

“Damien,” she breathed against his lips, her hands fisting his shirt. “Please. I need you. I want you. I love you.”

He kissed her back, hard and deep, guiding her backward toward his desk. She jumped up onto it

, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him close. His hands were everywhere, exploring her body like it was the first time he’d touched her.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his cock hardening as she rocked against him. “You drive me fucking insane.”

“I know,” she smiled, her fingers tangling in his hair. “That’s why you love me.”

He growled, grabbing her thighs and pushing her back onto the desk, sending papers and pens scattering to the floor. He leaned over her, kissing her neck, her chest, the lace of her bra. She arched into him, moaning, her hands tugging at his belt.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice breathy. “I want you so bad.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dark. “You want me to fuck you right here? On my desk?”

“Yes,” she panted, her eyes wide and wild. “Yes, please. Fuck me, Damien.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, unzipping his pants. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Then die with me,” she whispered, pulling him closer.

He didn’t need any more convincing. He thrust into her, hard and fast, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he set a relentless pace. She met him thrust for thrust, her body trembling with pleasure.

“God, yes,” she moaned, her head falling back. “More. More.”

He gave her more, driving into her with a fierce intensity that left them both breathless. He kissed her, tasting her need, feeling her body tighten around him.

“I’m close,” he growled, his grip on her hips tightening. “So fucking close.”

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Don't stop. Please, don’t stop. Tonight is a great night, make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world, my king.”

He cursed, his movements becoming frantic as he chased his release. She felt amazing around him, her body perfect in every way. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck!” he shouted, spilling inside her, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. She held him close, her arms around his neck as she rode out her own climax, her breath hot against his skin.

As the waves subsided, he pulled back, looking down at her with a mix of awe and exhaustion.

“That was…” he started, but words failed him.

Selene smiled, trailing a finger down his chest. “I know.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her again. “You’re incredible.”

“And I’m all yours,” she murmured against his lips.

He grinned, pulling her closer. “And don’t you forget it.”

They held each other for a moment, the intensity of their passion still crackling between them. Then Damien stood, helping her up from the desk.

“Now,” he said, his voice softening. “Tell me what’s really on your mind.”

She froze, her smile faltering. “What do you mean?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I know you, Selene. You don’t do things without a reason. What’s wrong?”

She sighed, her shoulders sagging. “It’s just… Calla. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

His expression darkened, his jaw clenching. “What about her?”

“She’s back, Damien. And I can’t help but feel like she’s a threat to us.”

“calla is my past Selene." Damien said holding her hands.

"But she hasn't even fucking signed the divorce papers and you haven't even married me yet." Selene replied.

"I will. Give me sometime Selene."

“I know you think she’s harmless,” Selene continued, her voice shaking. “But she knows too much. She could ruin everything we’ve worked for. We’ve built this life together, and I won’t let her take it away from me.”

Damien sighed, pulling her into his arms. “I know, baby. I know. But we can’t do anything rash. We have to think this through.”

“But what if she—”

“She won’t,” Damien interrupted firmly. “I promise you, she won’t get the chance the chance”

"We need to get her to sign the papers ." Selene said.

"I can't do that Selene. I have to wait." Damien replied.

“I love you, Damien. I don’t want to lose you to her again,” she whispered.

He kissed the top of her head, holding her close. “You won’t, baby. I promise. Calla is in my past. You are my future. Okay?”

Selene nodded, but the fear in her eyes lingered. “Okay,” she said softly. “I trust you, Damien.”

“Good,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Now let’s forget about Calla and focus on us, okay?”

She nodded again, leaning into his embrace. “Yeah. Okay.”

He held her there, his mind whirling. Selene was right, Calla was a threat. But he couldn’t risk exposing himself, not now, not after everything he’d worked for. He needed to find a way to neutralize the situation without raising any suspicions.