Se connecter"I don't care about fair. I care about what's mine." He released her, stepped back."Tonight. 6 PM. Be prepared to prove you remember who you belong to.""What does that mean?"His smile was dark. "You'll find out. Now get back to work. And Aria?" He opened the door for her. "Next time a man invites you anywhere, your answer is 'I have to check with Mr. Blackwood first.' Understood?"She should refuse. Should tell him he was being unreasonable, possessive, controlling.Instead, she heard herself whisper: "Yes, sir.""Good girl. Now go."***DAMIEN'S POV - 1:00 PMDamien arrived at Marcello's, the upscale Italian restaurant two blocks from his office, exactly on time.Julian was already there, seated at their usual corner table, studying the menu like he didn't order the same thing every time."You're late," Julian said without looking up."I'm exactly on time.""For you, that's late. You're usually five minutes early." Julian set down the menu, his sharp eyes assessing. "You look diff
ARIA'S POVAria stared at her computer screen, the words blurring together into meaningless shapes.She'd been trying to review the same contract for twenty minutes, but her brain refused to focus. How could it, when her body was still humming from what hadhappened in Damien's office?When she could still feel the ghost of his fingers inside her?When her ass still burned from the spanking?When she could see him through the glass wall, perfectly composed on another conference call, while she was falling apart at her desk?She shifted in her chair and winced. The movement pressed the fabric of her skirt against her still-tender skin, sending a sharp reminder of his palm connecting with her flesh. Ten strikes. She'd counted every single one.One. Two. Three.Her face heated at the memory."Aria? You okay?"She jumped, turning to find Emma standing beside her desk with a concerned expression."Fine! I'm fine. Just....lost in thought."Emma's eyebrows raised. "You sure? You've been star
ARIA'S POVHis fingers slid through her wetness, and Aria's entire body trembled against the desk."So responsive," Damien murmured from behind her. "Your body always tells me the truth, even when your mouth tries to lie Aria."She couldn't form words. Could barely breathe. Her ass was still burning from the spanking, her panties were around her thighs, and his fingers were exploring her with deliberate, maddening slowness.Through the glass wall in front of her, she could see Emma settling back at her desk with fresh coffee. Mark walking past with files. Jennifer laughing at something on her phone.Normal office life. Completely oblivious to what was happening just twenty feet away."Please," Aria whispered, not even sure what she was begging for."Please what?" His fingers circled her clit, barely touching, teasing. "Use your words.""Please, Damien. I need....." "You need what? To come? To be reminded who owns this body? To understand what complete submission actually means?""Yes
Her stomach flipped. "For what?""For Friday. For having dinner with another man. For letting him make you laugh. For touching his hand. For making me watch while another man gave you something I should have been giving you....normalcy, comfort and ease." His jaw clenched. "For making me realize I'd rather risk everything than lose you to someone else.""That's not fair! You said I could...""I don't care about fair." His hand shot out, gripped her chin firmly. "I care about making sure you understand....truly understand...who you belong to. What it means to be mine. What submission actually looks like."Her breath stuttered. "I already know...""No. You don't. Not yet. But you're about to learn." He released her chin, stepped back. "Close the door. Lock it."She obeyed on trembling legs, the soft click of the lock sounding impossibly loud in the quiet office.Through the glass walls, she could see the office beyond. People starting to arrive. Settling at their desks. Completely unawa
DAMIEN'S POV - The WeekendDamien spent the weekend in hell.Not the productive kind of hell where he buried himself in work and emerged with solutions. The useless kind where he paced his study, drank too much scotch, and replayed Friday night on an endless loop.Aria's face when he'd kissed her in that bathroom. The desperate way she'd kissed him back. The devastation in her eyes when he'd told her to go back to Marcus Her text: I'm close. I'm so close.To breaking. To giving up. To walking away from him forever.And the thought of losing her....really, truly losing her....was unbearable.Julian had called Saturday afternoon."How are you holding up?""I'm not.""Good. Because you shouldn't be. What you did Friday was insane. Following her to the restaurant, cornering her in the bathroom, kissing her and then pushing her away....""I know. I'm a bastard.""You're going to lose her." Julian's voice was sharp. "Not to another man. Not to betrayal. To exhaustion. She's going to hit he
DAMIEN'S POV - Earlier That EveningDamien had been trying to work when Aria's text came through.Rossi's on 5th. Having dinner with Marcus like I said.Marcus. The male friend from medical school. The one who'd been at the bar that night. The one who was nice and normal and uncomplicated.The one who could give Aria everything Damien couldn't.The jealousy that flooded through him was immediate and overwhelming.He'd pulled up his phone, called Julian."I need you to have dinner with me. Tonight. Right now.""I'm already eating. I ordered pizza.""Cancel it.Julian had heard something in his voice. "Where?""Rossi's on 5th."A pause. "That's where Aria is having dinner, isn't it?""Yes.""Damien, this is a bad idea.....""I don't care. I need to see....I need to know....." He couldn't finish."You need to know if she's interested in him.""Yes."Julian had sighed. "Give me twenty minutes. And Damien? Don't do anything stupid."But sitting in the restaurant, watching Aria laugh at som
The kitchen was supposed to be empty.Aria's hands trembled as she reached for the flour on the top shelf of the storage pantry, her mind racing through the list of tasks Mrs. Chen had assigned her that evening. The rest of the staff had retired to their quarters an hour ago. The massive Blackwood
DAMIEN'S POVThe moment Damien's lips touched hers, the last thread of his control snapped.He'd been holding back for days. Weeks, if he counted the month they'd been apart. Maintaining distance, keeping walls up, protecting himself from the woman who'd destroyed him.But she was here. In his car.
Aria fled back to the bedroom, her heart racing. What the hell was he doing? Why was he involving her in his clothing choices? Why did every interaction with him feel charged with something she couldn't name?She finished making the bed with mechanical precision, then moved to dust the furniture. S
Three Weeks Earlier...The fluorescent lights of St. Mary's Hospital flickered overhead, casting sickly shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Aria Chen sat in the waiting room, her leg bouncing with nervous energy as she watched the second hand on the wall clock tick forward with agonizing slowne







