DARKNESS IGNITES DESIRES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

DAMIAN “You don't wanna know what I'd do to you if I take the first step.” I warn with an eyebrow cocked at her. My voice drops so low I barely recognize it. She tilts her chin even higher, nose flaring in a nonchalant display of her stubbornness. “And if I don't want to?” I dip my chin with a pointed stare at her. “I’m tempted to think you love the idea of defying me just so you can get punished.” There's the unmistakable catch in her breath just as a blush erupts in her face. Her gaze falters and she looks away with a frown. “That is not true!” She sounds horrified yet, the language her body spoke a few nights ago was a different tale. “Whatever makes you wet, Milaya. Mel?” I give Melanie a gentle push to the side when she wouldn't stop trying to land a kiss on my cheek. She pouts, but complies and moves off to one side, mumbling. She's not even in the least bit on my radar. I roll the sleeves up on my navy blue button-down shirt. “Get over here, Liliana.” I order

DAMIAN She stares at me like a criminal caught right in the middle of a crime scene, eyes wide and color spreading itself across her features in guilt. Her mouth opens and closes dumbly.I step further into the room. She takes one back. Another. Until she hits the bed and falls onto it. The growth in my pants make my movement difficult, almost painful.Her gaze strays downward to the front of my pants and I have to grit my teeth to keep from spilling. The heated gaze in her eyes.“Gospodi, pomiluy,” I breathe when she makes a bold action, brushing her hands over the outline of my cock in my slacks straining to be let out. {Lord, have mercy}It feels like a wild fantasy when she scoots further into bed and lets those creamy thighs fall open. Through the aid of moonlight, I catch the way her petal glistens and quivers. More signals fire straight to my cock and I'm almost brought to my knees. Raging lust burns through my skull, ricocheting into my spine and gliding downwards. ‘I must

LILIANA The knock at the door is soft but firm, and it startles me awake. My eyes snap towards the sound, but I don't respond. Why do I get the feeling that I might know who it is?A second later, the door cracks open and Rachel steps in with a tray of food. Speak of the devilShe inclines towards the tray. “Alice's orders,” she clips as she walks in uninvited. She places the tray on the small table beside me, the aroma wafting toward me, rich and savory. My stomach betrays me with an audible growl, and I hate how my body folds so easily under the simple spell of food.I hesitate, staring at the tray for a bit longer before averting my eyes. “I'm not hungry,” I lie, even as my mouth waters. Rachel scoffs, crosses her arms. “Punishing yourself by not eating isn't going to affect me. You're the one at stake here so if I were you, I'd get something in my stomach at least.”“Or I can just suit myself since it's none of your business, you traitor.” My tone is sharp and derisive.“Fine

DAMIANThe light streams through the window, golden and lazy, settling on Zip's manicured fingers while she gestures wildly. Her voice lilts with that unmistakable blend of arrogance and charm.The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the room but I barely notice it over the chatter between Alice and Zip. Their voices flit back and forth like tweeting birds and despite myself, I can't help but pick up fragments of their conversation.“Monaco,” Zip resumes in a dramatic drawl, dragging the word like it's a fine wine she is savoring. “You've never seen anything like it. I mean, the yachts, Alice. My God. The wealth isn't just palpable; it's intoxicating.”Alice tosses an amused look at me. “She's been raving about Europe for months now,” her words laced with humor.Zip dramatically places a hand over her forehead in a swoon. “Oh, my darling Alice, you wouldn't understand. Not like I expect you to.” I shake my head. Typical Zip.Alice arches an eyebrow, leaning back against the co

LILIANA I let out the breath I'd been holding the second the door clicks shut behind me. My pulse slows, climbing down the frantic rhythm it had been beating moments ago. His gaze. I still feel it lingering on my skin like a brand, heavy and heated. My body tingled in all the wrong places and betrayed me in ways I couldn't control. Get it together, I scold myself but it is no use. Thinking about Damian's eyes roaming over me has already turned me into a slippery, shaking mess. The quiet in my room should've brought me peace, but it doesn't. My chest feels tight, constricted as though his gaze is still pinning me in place. It had burned—hot and unrelenting—stripping me bare while I pretended not to notice. Pretended, but I did. I always do. Rachel enters the room quickly carrying the new clothes. Her hands moves with practiced ease as she steps into the walk-in closet to hang them up. There is no urgency to her work, no reason to rush. The afternoon sunlight spills into