All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

PAST – Damon’s POVThe moment she walked into that fucking hotel I knew I wanted her— Her eyes wide, face flushed from the buzz of alcohol and adrenaline— And still she could feel my presence, her eyes in search of me. She didn’t know who I was, not yet, but her body recognized mine. Like she could smell me through the cologne-soaked chaos of L’Ordre, that was the moment I realized I need her for more than a night — need her more than I could comprehend.Each time her eyes scanned the room, searching for something she couldn’t name, my mind kept on whispering MINE.. MINE…MINE. And when her eyes locked with mine, even for just a goddamn second, something twisted inside my chest. She was drunk, teetering on heels she couldn’t quite handle, too young for this scene, too intoxicating to ignore.I got the perfect opportunity to have my girl in my arms, even if that was for a moment, it felt heavenly but I moved, whispering some sweet nothings in her ear while enjoying the sensation of her

As I walked, I stumbled over someone’s foot. My heel slipped and I braced for the fall. But before I hit the floor, strong arms caught me.His grip lingered. One hand on my waist. Too long. Too sure he helped me and saved me from falling.My breath hitched.Goosebumps erupted across my skin.“You should be more careful… you’re the only little one roaming around here. If someone catches you, you’ll be in big trouble,” he murmured, lips close to my ear. His hand roamed down my hip in a deliberate, sensual motion.Before I could turn, I felt his breath on my neck— hot, slow, deliberate.A hand slid around my waist, not urgently but with unnerving confidence. His fingers dug in slightly— claiming, teasing. I froze yet it didn’t bug me as it should have.Then came the whisper, low and sensual, right beside my ear. “Don’t get caught, baby girl. You’re too young to be here.”My knees wobbled.His voice wasn’t just seductive— it was magnetic. Deep, velvet-smooth, with an edge of something dark

"Let go of me," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper, thick with shame and nascent anger."Really, baby girl?" he purred, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent shivers, unwelcome yet undeniable, down my spine. "Come on, I know you're enjoying this. Stop this act."I wanted to scream, to refute his words, to declare that I was not this person he perceived me to be. But the more he touched me, the deeper the disgust gnawed at me, disgusted with myself for enjoying it, for allowing his earlier words to penetrate my defenses. The worst part, the most humiliating realization, was that he knew. He knew the profound effect his touches had on me, and he was savoring my inner turmoil, reveling in the battle waging within my very soul.I tried again to tell him to release me, but the words emerged not as a command, but as a fractured moan, a desperate plea that made him chuckle, a low, knowing sound that intensified my humiliation. It was not how I wanted it to sound, not at all. His smirk, a

The next day blurred into an indistinguishable haze, each moment a slow surrender to the confines of my room. My world had shrunk to these four walls— a self-imposed sanctuary from the chaos I refused to acknowledge. Meals with my parents offered fleeting reprieves, brief forays into a semblance of normalcy, but I always retreated, drawn back to the quiet solitude where I could meticulously blueprint my new life in New York. A fresh start. A clean slate. That was the mantra I clung to, a desperate hope against the encroaching shadows of the past few nights, somehow hoping all these would wash away the memory of that night.Eva, on the other hand, was basking in a radiant glow I couldn't comprehend. She’d found someone, a guy who had clearly captivated her completely. Her voice, usually so measured, now bubbled with an uncharacteristic giddiness, a constant stream of adoration for him. Every call, every text, she was somewhere else— floating, glowing, dreaming.She hadn't pressed me on

Unlike my head that was so chaotic and loud with all those thoughts, confusions, assumptions, fear, paranoia, anxiety, anger — The corridor was silent as I stepped into it, the soft click of my heels echoing faintly through the empty hallway. But this time, the solitude didn’t feel suffocating— it felt oddly calm, like the eye of a storm. It helped me clear my head, but the truth was I missed the comforting chaos of everyone together, but a thrill of anticipation, a premonition of something extraordinary, hummed beneath my skin.I pushed open the door to my room, and the world seemed to hold its breath. My gaze swept across the familiar space, then snagged, caught, on a vibrant splash of color on my bed. My breath hitched. Five exquisitely wrapped gift boxes, each a masterpiece in itself, sat nestled amidst a cascade of tissue paper. A joyful shriek escaped my lips, echoing the sudden surge of elation that flooded my veins. Beside the gifts, a pristine white lily and soft pink tulips