The flashes from cameras almost blinded Calla as she stepped out of the building. Reporters shouted questions, their voices blending into one loud storm. She didn’t flinch. She only lifted her chin, gave them a smile, and spoke one single sentence. “Justice has a way of finding its path, and it's still roaming” Calla said softly. Before anyone could push forward with another question, she slid into the back seat of the waiting car. Neva followed right after, shutting the door firmly. The driver pulled away, leaving the noise behind. Inside the car, silence lingered for a second. Then Calla tilted her head and looked at Neva. “You’re not going to ask about the gun?” Calla asked with a small laugh. “I know you have questions.” Neva folded her arms. “It’s your revenge, Calla. And besides, I already heard how you got the gun… and what you did to those board members.” Calla let out a soft breath. “Almost feels unreal, doesn’t it? We planned everything right here. on the spot. I almos
“What do you mean by that?” one of the board members asked, his voice shaky as his eyes darted toward Damien. Calla smiled, slow and dangerous, as she began pacing around the long mahogany table. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor, each step heavy with power. “I know most of you already know,” she said, twirling her cigarette between her fingers, “that I got the shares from the other members through… persuasion.” She stopped, tilting her head with mock innocence. “But what I didn’t tell you,” she continued, “was what method of persuasion.” Damien leaned forward, his tone sharp. “You threatened them with Killian Black’s help, obviously. That’s the only way someone like you could—” “Shhh.” Calla raised a finger, cutting him off. Her eyes narrowed, her smirk widening. “Threaten? If you call digging dirt on them and taking what they don’t deserve a threat, then I find that quite amusing.” Gasps and murmurs rippled across the boardroom. “So… what are you t
Killian groaned, his control slipping. He thrust into her harder, faster, his body driven by a desperate need to make her his. "Yes," Calla moaned, meeting his thrusts with her own. "Just like that, Killian. Don't stop." He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. His body was consumed by her, driven by a need to claim her as his own. He could feel her tightening around him, her body close to the edge once again. The night stretched on as they gave themselves to each other, When it was finally over, Calla lay in his arms, her head resting on his chest, his fingers stroking her hair. The storm in him had quieted, replaced by a strange peace only she could give. . “Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered in the dark. “I won’t,” she promised softly. “Not even if the whole world comes against us.” He kissed the top of her head, his eyes closing. For the first time that night, Killian allowed himself to rest.***The next morning Calla rolled over, her hand brushing the cold shee
When they reached the bedroom, Calla closed the door gently behind them. She turned to him, searching his face in the soft glow of the lamp. “You’re angry,” she whispered. “You try to hide it, but I can feel it.” Killian touched her cheek. “You shouldn’t have to see that side of me.” “But I want to see all of you,” she said, her voice low, honest. “Even the parts that scare you.” For a moment, silence filled the room. Then he leaned down, kissing her gently, as though she were the only thing keeping him from breaking apart. She kissed him back, slow but deep, her arms circling his neck. “Calla…” he murmured against her lips. “Don’t think,” she whispered. “Just be with me.” He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath heavy. “I don’t deserve you.” “Yes, you do,” she said firmly. “Always.” Her words broke something inside him. He kissed her harder this time, his lips hungry, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her close. She gasped softly, but she didn’t pull
The second hit from the belt came down hard, the crack tearing through the silence. Selene flinched, her body jerking with the sting that burned into her skin. She gasped, but before the sound could fully escape her lips, the second blow followed—sharper, crueler.“Damien—” she tried, but her voice broke into a cry.He didn’t care. The belt struck again, across her shoulder this time, the leather kissing flesh with a vicious snap. Selene stumbled, nearly falling to her knees, but Damien’s hand caught her hair and yanked her back up.“You’ll stay standing,” he growled, dragging her upright. “You’ll take every single one, Selene. That’s what you earn when you forget who you belong to.”The fourth strike came fast. Then the fifth. Each one landing in a different place—her thigh, her arm, her back. She cried out louder, her voice shaking the walls, but Damien only laughed, the sound dark and twisted.“You thought you were clever with that flash drive?” Another strike. “You thought you cou
Damien slammed the car door shut, forcing Selene inside before she could say a word. His jaw was hard, his eyes burning with something she hadn’t seen in him for a long time, cold anger. He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and leaned back in the seat. “Yes partners." he said, his voice calm but sharp. “Thank you. It won’t be bad working with you.” The call ended with a click. Damien tossed the phone on the seat beside him. He turned his head slowly, his eyes landing on Selene. She shifted nervously, hugging herself as though the leather seat had turned to ice. “Whatever happened tonight,” Damien said, his tone low but dangerous, “whatever will be happening at home, remains between us. Do you understand?” Selene’s lips parted. “What are you going to do to me, Damien?” she asked, her voice trembling. He smirked faintly, though there was no warmth in it. “You gave me a flash drive, Selene. That’s what I’m going to check.” Her heart skipped. She had handed it over without thin