Все главы THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Глава 21 - Глава 30

Sienna sat in the dimly lit bedroom, her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared out the window. The city below stretched endlessly, glittering lights masking the darkness that lurked beneath. She had spent so much time convincing herself that she could handle this. That being in Damien’s world wouldn’t change her. But tonight proved otherwise. She could still hear the gunshots ringing in her ears, still feel the suffocating fear of that moment when she thought she wouldn’t make it out alive. A shiver ran through her. Damien had promised to protect her. He had stormed in like a man possessed, his fury unmatched, his control absolute. And yet… the danger hadn’t ended. She wasn’t naive enough to believe this was over. A soft knock at the door broke her out of her thoughts. She turned, expecting one of the house staff, but her breath caught when she saw Damien standing there, his presence filling the space instantly. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the taut

Sienna lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic storm of emotions. Damien’s touch still lingered on her skin, his kiss burned into her memory, but the moment had left her shaken in ways she couldn’t explain. She had seen something in his eyes tonight something raw, something that scared her more than the danger surrounding them. She wasn’t afraid of Damien. She was afraid of how much she felt for him. The realization made her chest tighten. This was supposed to be simple. She was supposed to keep her heart out of this, to protect herself from getting too attached. But it was already too late. A deep sigh left her lips as she turned onto her side, hoping that sleep would claim her. But just as her eyes fluttered shut, the bedroom door creaked open. She sat up instantly, her pulse spiking. Damien stood in the doorway. The dim glow from the city outside cast long shadows across his face, but even in the darkness, she could see the tension in his po

Sienna wasn’t sure how long she stayed in Damien’s arms, lost in the heat of his touch. Every breath she took felt heavy, charged with emotions she didn’t dare name. She should pull away. She should remind herself why this was dangerous. But she couldn’t. Because in this moment, nothing else existed but him. Damien’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her lower back, his breath warm against her skin. His hold on her wasn’t just possessive it was protective, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. Sienna swallowed hard. “Damien…” He hummed in response, his grip tightening. She hesitated. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear she couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t real. “What are we doing?” she whispered. Damien’s jaw tensed, his body going still. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “We’re crossing a line we can’t come back from,” he said, his voice low, rough.

The weight of morning pressed down on Sienna before she even opened her eyes. She wasn’t in her own bed, that much was obvious. The mattress was too firm, the sheets too soft, and the warmth enveloping her was entirely unfamiliar except it wasn’t. A slow, sinking realization curled through her as she became aware of the arm draped over her waist, the steady rise and fall of a chest behind her, the scent of cedarwood and something unmistakably masculine surrounding her like a cocoon. Damien. Her breath caught in her throat. Last night wasn’t a dream. A slow pulse of heat unfurled in her stomach, memories flashing in rapid succession his lips claiming hers with a hunger that stole her breath, the way he whispered her name like it was the only thing that mattered, the way his touch had ignited something deep inside her, something she had no control over. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to block it out, to push it into a locked corner of her mind where it couldn’

Sienna’s fingers trembled as she clutched the glass of water in her hands, but it wasn’t thirst that had driven her to the kitchen in the middle of the night. It was him. Damien. He was everywhere. In the air she breathed, in the space between her thoughts, in the tension coiling through her body no matter how hard she tried to shake him off. She had spent the entire day convincing herself that walking away had been the right decision. That what happened between them had been nothing more than a lapse in judgment a mistake fueled by emotions she should never have allowed to surface. But no matter how many times she told herself that, she knew the truth. It hadn’t been a mistake. It had been inevitable. A sharp knock at her door sent a violent jolt through her. She already knew who it was. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, her pulse racing as she slowly made her way to the door. She hesitated for only a second before pulling it open. And there he was.