Semua Bab Sinfully His: Owned by the Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 7

His breath was fire against my skin.Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left.I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.I should have stopped this.I should have pushed him away.Instead, my thighs parted, instinct betraying logic, and his body settled between them like it belonged there.“You shouldn’t be here,” I gasped against his mouth, though the way my body wrapped around him told a different story.His answer was a growl—low, dangerous, edged with something primal. “You think I care?”His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher until cool air licked at my f

Damian’s POV.It had only been two damn days since our first real encounter, but it might as well have been a lifetime.She had barely said a word to me. Barely even looked at me. Just lowered her head, muttered a quiet “Yes, sir,” and left the room like I was nothing more than a shadow in her world.I told myself I didn’t care.That I wasn’t affected by the way she gripped that dusting cloth with white-knuckled tension, or the way her breath hitched ever so slightly when she caught me staring at her.But that was a lie.Because that night—and the one after that—I dreamt of her.And I woke up aching for something I couldn’t have.They weren’t innocent.I wasn’t the kind of man who had innocent dreams.In them, she was under me, her back arching as my name left her lips in breathless gasps. My hands were on her thighs, spreading her wide, my mouth tasting every inch of her. She was drenched for me, shivering as I whispered filthy things against her skin.I could feel the warmth of her,

Aria's POVI ran.I didn’t stop to pick up the broken porcelain. Didn’t stop to listen to Serena’s laughter or risk looking into Damian’s dark, unreadable gaze.I just ran.My breath came in shallow bursts as I hurried down the corridor, my pulse thrumming so hard it felt like my heart was trying to claw its way out of my chest.I needed to forget what I had seen.Forget the way his hands gripped her like he owned every inch of her body.And most of all—I needed to forget what I had just learned.Serena wasn’t just one of his women.She was his fiancée.The future mistress of this house.A woman who belonged in his world—beautiful, powerful, untouchable.And I was just the maid.A nobody.A lump formed in my throat, bitter and heavy.How had I been so stupid?For days, I had felt something whenever Damian looked at me. A tension, a heat, a pull that didn’t make sense.And for one reckless, fleeting second, I had wondered—had let myself believe—that maybe I wasn’t imagining it.But I w

Aria’s POVI couldn’t think. Not straight. Not clearly. Not at all.Everything I touched that morning slipped from my fingers. The silverware clattered. I spilled tea on the tablecloth. I walked into a wall.My body was here, but my mind was back in that hallway. Back where his mouth was on me. Back where I lost control. Back where I gave in.The memory came in sharp, hot flashes, his hands gripping my thighs, the sound of my name on his lips, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.My stomach fluttered, heat rushing through me. I pressed a hand to my chest and tried to breathe.“Aria!”I blinked. Serena’s voice snapped me back into the present.She stood at the end of the hallway, arms crossed, lips twisted in annoyance.“You’ve been standing there like a statue for five minutes,” she snapped. “Do you plan to clean that vase or seduce it?”I stammered, “I…I’m sorry, Miss Serena.”She stalked toward me, heels clicking sharply on the marble floor.“I swear, you