DARKNESS IGNITES DESIRES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

LILIANA His office is just like I remember it, dimly lit and very spacious with the grand oak table sitting close to the window. Behind it is a floor to ceiling drapes that feel too thick in my touch. Drawing them apart, I’m met with the pleasant surprise of a wall of windows, granting a view of exquisite landscape draped in moonlight. It’s beautiful to behold. The decorations on the wall are quite simple and minimalistic, very unlikely for a man as complicated as Damian. But who’s judging? The only thing on the table are a desktop computer and some files, including a familiar one whose heading states ‘debt collateral’. Coming from a case of severe ptsd, touching that is one thing I never want to involve myself in.Ever again.As I look to the side of me, there’s a mini-bar with all kinds of alcohol in all their finely-shaped bottles. However, one of them stands out for me. Taking a quick glance at the door, I decide, “A little sip won’t hurt nobody.”I grab the glass cup next to

LILIANAThis woman again. In front of me. She might look like she’s smiling, but somewhere underneath all that fakeness is a viper waiting to tear me apart. My heart cannot stop trying to beat its way out of my chest and abandon me to my fate. I quickly mask my shock with a calmness I don’t even know I possess. “What are you doing here?” My voice stays hard as steel. Damian passes me a sideways glance. “You know her?”I swallow tightly, trying to choose my words with care. She’s manipulative enough to turn those words against you. “How can I forget the face of my own mother?” I spit, keeping my eyes pinned on her. She brushes invisible lint from her clothes and gives me an unimpressed look after glancing around at the living room. “Is that how you welcome your mother?”“When she treats me like rags and reminds me with every second she gets that I’m the reason why my sister died? Then, yes.”“What?” Even Damian is unable to conceal his shock at the revelation.“I don’t care where yo

LILIANAI can't look away no matter how bad I feel the impulse to. Damian's gaze burns into me, never looking away—it’s like he is staring into my soul and drawing out my words. Even if that isn't his intention, they are already spilling out. All the memories I've tried so hard to bury. So, there's no stopping now.“When Lajla left,” I continue, reducing my voice to barely a whisper, “I found a letter she wrote me. She told me to try and be everything our mother wanted. She said…maybe then, she would finally love me.” My fingers trembled slightly in my laps. Unable to hold his gaze anymore, I turn to them, tracing the tiny lines. The deception in Lajla's words… She did it for me, but she thought wrong.I can still see my sister's scrawled handwriting in the back of my mind, can feel the hope in her words. Oh God, I was so stupid to believe it.“So, I did,” I continue. “I stayed. I did everything my mother asked. I went to college nearby, smiled when…when all I wanted to do was scre

LILIANAI settle into the passenger seat, smoothing the dress over my thighs and feeling self-conscious while doing it. The silk clings to my skin and the floral print is vibrant against the black. Alice really did choose well.The low rumble of the car reverberates through me as Damian takes his place right next to me in the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “So,” I start, feeling jittery anticipation about the sudden trip, “where are we going?”He glances at me, and his lips curl into the most beautiful smile. “You’ll see soon enough.”“That’s not fair,” I argue but he only grins widely with mystery dancing in the yin and yang depths of his eyes. “You’re too damn impatient, Lily. What did they teach you about patient dogs?”“They die hungry?” When he slants me an incredulous look, I burst out laughing. “I’m not a dog and I’m definitely not patient. We’ve established that fact. Now can you tell me that you’re not selling me off again?”Slowly, the smile slips off his face and his

LILIANA Damian’s hands are everywhere–skimming up and down my back, caressing my thighs, grabbing my ass, thumbs stroking just shy of my panties. He moves like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. I move over him just to see what it does to him and how much his self-restraint can take. It’s a dangerous thing to attempt on the plane, but I can’t help myself. His grip tightens to halt my movement, at the same time that a curse leaves his lips. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he breathes, touching our foreheads together as he tries to gain control. I smirk, leaning back in so I can join our lips back together. He captures mine and moves hungrily against me. I press closer, and with slow rolls of my hips, I continue to tease him. Thread by thread, his restraints begin to snap. “Liliana…” His voice is wrecked. “You like it when I do that?” His fingers dig into my thighs, his response a low, guttural sound from the depths of him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” In my l