Semua Bab Claimed By The Billionaire: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Damon She’s asleep now. Or close to it. Her breathing has started to slow, and her body is soft against mine, the tension slowly leaving her frame like steam bleeding off hot glass.But me? I’m wide awake, still. My eyes are closed, but my mind’s pacing like a dog left out in the rain.I said goodnight, and I meant it.But that doesn’t stop the way my head keeps replaying everything—everything she just gave me. Everything I tried to give back.The last thing on my mind as I climbed into this bed was to touch her. It was never the plan. I just needed to be close to her. Needed to be sure she was real, not some sick trick my brain had cooked up after the past five days of hell.But the second I pulled her into me, the second she leaned in, the second her breath caught and her hips pushed back against mine—even just a little? It was like something ticked inside me. My body betrayed me. My dick hardened against her before I could even try to stop it. But I know it wasn't from need or gre

DamonThe room is dim and quiet in the kind of way that feels too loud. Just the steady hum of the heater filling the silence, low and constant near the window. Aria’s curled up with her back to me, buried under the duvet like she’s trying to disappear into it. Her breathing is soft and steady. Peaceful, almost. But me? I haven’t known peace since this morning.I’m on the couch beside her, hunched forward with my elbows on my knees, and my hands clasped together like they’re holding me together. I know that I need to rest. My body’s screaming for it. But every time I try to shut my eyes, my mind turns into this replay of every mistake I’ve made, and the secret I’m still keeping. The truth I’m about to drop like a bomb.We ate a couple of hours ago— one of Kingsley's delicately prepared specials, that neither of us really had the appetite for. She picked at her food, then gave up halfway through. I didn’t press. After that, I helped her into the shower again. And yeah, it was awkward,

Damon She stands slowly, still quiet, and reaches for my hand again. This time, it feels different. Heavier. Like a promise.I take it, still breathless, still barely recovered, and she leads me back toward the bed. There’s this look on her face now—something between softness and fire. She’s not asking. She knows what she wants, and I’d be lying if I said I could deny her anything at this point.She climbs onto me slowly, straddling my hips like she’s meant to be there. There’s a look in her eyes…clear and sure and hungry…and it hits me harder than anything else ever could. I reach for her instinctively, hands on her thighs, thumbs brushing the inside, but she takes her time settling in.She leans down and kisses me again—this time slower. Tender. But there’s hunger under it, too. The kind that simmers. She rolls her hips once, just a little, grinding against me through the thin barrier of her panties, and I groan into her mouth.“Take them off,” I murmur.She doesn’t waste one second

Aria After a while, I push myself up, limbs still heavy and warm from the aftershocks. He doesn’t speak—just watches me with that unreadable expression he wears when he’s trying to figure out how to hold back and still stay close.I find my slides under the bed and slip them on without a word. He stands too and helps me balance, fingers light on my waist, like he still doesn’t trust that I’m steady. I glance up, catch the softness in his eyes, and neither of us says anything.We peel off the rest of our clothes in silence. His sweats slide down, and he kicks them off. My shirt goes next. Then, we walk to the bathroom, bare, quiet, and completely unashamed.The shower is already running when I step in, the heat fanning across my skin, washing away everything that just happened, but none of the weight it carried. He follows behind me. We don’t look at each other much, but we don’t need to. The space between us still feels full, like we’re still tangled, even with the water separating u

DamonIt’s not the first punch I’ve ever thrown, but it’s the first one that feels like it’s hitting me back.My fist slams into James’s jaw, the force snapping his head to the side, blood flying from his mouth as he grunts, coughing it up onto the tiled floor.He’s cuffed, and his ankles are bound to the legs of the wooden chair he’s tied to. His arms are bound to the back of the seat, with his torso sagging forward, but still upright enough to glare at me like I’m the one who betrayed him.Fucking unbelievable.Kingsley moves quickly. Faster than I’ve seen him in weeks, stepping between us and grabbing my arm. “It’s okay. Damon. It’s okay.”But it’s not okay.Not even close.I fling his hands off me, rage still boiling just under my skin, and swing again. My shoulder tightens for another hit, but Kingsley blocks it, both arms out now, pressing against my chest. “Stop,” he says firmly. “That’s enough.”My breath’s coming hard, too hard, and my hands are shaking. I back off, dragging