MasukSelina’s POVI walked quietly down the hallway, my clothes clutched to my chest as Richard led the way. We stopped in front of the last door, the one farthest from Damien’s room.I didn’t know what I’d been thinking. Someone like Damien falling for me? And not just falling, but so fast? It felt ridiculous now.“This is your room,” Richard said softly, already turning as if to leave.I reached out and gently caught his arm.“What happened out there?” I asked.“I… I can’t talk about our operations with outsiders,” he said, not looking at me.“You know that’s not what I meant.”“I still can’t talk about it.”“Please,” I said quietly. “I just want to know what happened. Why he’s being so cold toward me.”“It’s not your fault.”“But I’m the one he’s taking it out on,” I said, letting go of his arm.I turned toward the door, but he spoke again.“He gets like that sometimes after a raid,” Richard said. “He’ll get over it. I just can’t say when.”“Is there anything I can do to help him?”He s
The silence Damien left behind was almost deafening. Hours later, Selina still thrashed in the sheets, the soft silk a poor substitute for his touch. A restless, aching heat pulsed at her core, a constant, aggravating reminder of his absence. Her gaze cut to the bedroom door, willing it to open, driving herself half-mad with the hope of his return.With a frustrated sigh, she sat up. The room was a testament to their passion, her clothes strewn in every direction. She’d been with her ex-fiancé for years, right from high school, but it had never been like this; he was careful, predictable… vanilla. He had told her he wanted to wait till marriage, a decision Selina had pushed back against heavily, but he had refused to budge yet he’d had no qualms about getting Christabel pregnant. Anger bubbled inside her, reminded of their betrayal.Sleep was impossible. Needing a distraction, she slid from the bed, her bare feet meeting the plush carpet. A search for her dress ended when she found it
Selina's POV“Good girl.”He dove right back in, leaving a trail of kisses down my body. I purred, my back arching involuntarily to meet him as his mouth claimed every inch of my skin. My fingers dug into his back, nails raking angry red lines across his skin.He turned my face to his, and I looked up at him with pleading eyes. His lips curled into a smirk.“Keep your eyes open. Don’t close them,” he ordered.A shiver ran through me. My breath caught as I forced myself to watch him go down on me, his eyes locked with mine the entire time. Heat pooled in my stomach, but self-consciousness crept in. I squeezed my eyes shut, embarrassed.A sharp sting landed on my inner thigh, forcing my legs apart.“Ow!” I yelped, kicking at him instinctively. He caught my leg easily, laughter rumbling from his chest.“Relax,” he teased between chuckles. “You’re so tense.”“Easy for you to say,” I grumbled under my breath.His lips brushed my thigh, featherlight kisses trailing closer and closer to wher
Selina’s POV“Little Damien… you knew it was me,” he asked, voice low, taunting.I rubbed my palms together, the liquid courage the alcohol had given me was fading, nerves sparking in its place.“Not at first but…”“But what?” His eyes sharpened.“Only someone with a death wish would screw your fiancée in your own house.”He chuckled, slow and dark, before rising to his feet and closing the space between us. His fingers found a loose strand of my hair, twirling it lazily as if he owned it… as if he owned me. But he owns you came a nagging voice in my head.“So now you won’t let me fuck you,” he whispered, leaning close, “because I’m not your suicidal hero… but your captor.”His breath burned against my skin a moment before his lips found my neck, biting, sucking, claiming. A moan tore out of me, long and shaky, my knees buckling beneath the weight of him. His hands clamped on my waist, holding me steady, refusing to let me go.My fingers dug into his shoulders.“Tell me what you want
Damien’s POV“Since when the hell do I have a fiancée?” I asked, amused more than anything.Richard cleared his throat. “Mr. Gaze owed… a substantial amount of debt. No sons to carry it, so your mother saw an opportunity. She arranged the marriage.”I hummed low in my chest, stroking my beard as I stared out the tinted window. “Mother knows I don’t involve women in the business. A daughter doesn’t carry her father’s name. She has no place paying his debt.”Richard shifted, his voice quick, rehearsed. “Your mother anticipated you would say that. The wedding date is already set for Saturday. Invitations have gone out to the entire family.”My eyes narrowed. “You knew.”He nodded, sheepish.“And you didn’t tell me?” My tone dropped, dangerous. “Who pays you, Richard? Me, or my mother?”“You, sir,” he squeaked, tugging at his collar.I shook my head slowly. “I don’t know what to do with you people.” The realization that my mother had laid the perfect trap dawned on me. I leaned back rubb
I'll do it”. I was standing in Glinda's room, it was cold yet she was wearing just a black silk night gown and a robe. She looked at me studying me through her vanity mirror adjusting her mirror. She turned to face me and cocked her head to the side.“ That was fast, what changed your mind. I thought you would still be crying over lover boy”. I clenched my fists trying to calm myself down.“I can't fight for someone who doesn't love me or even care about me “. I said evenly trying to conceal my emotions.“He never loved you, maybe he did but certainly not now. Men like him are leeches, you served your purpose and he moved on to the next best thing”. “ The next best thing being your daughter?”. I asked sarcasm dripping in my tone.She shrugs her shoulder and smiles.“She is the one with the baby right?”.“Look I don't care about those two anymore, I care about my survival.”“Smart. You will have to be that smart everyday for the rest of your life to be able to survive in Damien's wor







