Semua Bab Damien's Willing Captive : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Isabella’s POVIt has been weeks since that wild, chaotic night. The sex with the stranger was still etched in my mind, though I could barely recall his name—if I’d ever learned it. I couldn't even figure out what he looked like.After that night, I found myself spiraling into confusion and guilt, unsure of who I had become in the haze of heartbreak and alcohol. The excitement of the moment had dulled, leaving me to wrestle with the reality of my decisions. It felt like a fever dream, but the consequences had begun to settle in.I hadn’t told anyone about it. Not my best friend, not even my therapist. And certainly not Andrew, my now ex-boyfriend, who had been blowing up my phone relentlessly. I hadn’t seen him since I walked in on him and his step-sister in our apartment, tangled up like a sick joke. The image burned into my mind, twisting my stomach with a mix of anger and nausea.But here he was, standing in the doorway of my workplace, looking as if he hadn’t slept in days. His ey

Damien I already knew I wouldn’t be the one making the visit to our little sugar mama. That was someone else’s job. Someone who had already slithered into her life without her even realizing it. Gerald hesitated on the line. “Want me to send her address to you, or—?” “No,” I smirked. “Send it to Liam.” I ended the call, already feeling the gears of my next move clicking into place. Mrs. Osmond—Carlos’ wife—was his Achilles’ heel. Not because he adored her, but because half of his company was tied to her name. She was a woman who loved the finer things in life—jewels, luxury trips, designer pieces that no one else could afford. But more than that, she craved adventure. Carlos was the laid-back type, more invested in stock reports than spontaneity. Meanwhile, Claire was all about the thrill—fast cars, risky bets, midnight escapades in foreign countries. And when her darling husband couldn’t keep up, she looked elsewhere for that rush.For her, money was never the issue. It was

Damien’s breath caught in his throat as he turned toward Isabella, the heat from the woman’s lips still lingering on his own. Time seemed to freeze, every muscle in his body tensing with disbelief. He had thought this was a night like so many others—a distraction, a momentary indulgence to drown out the haunting memories of one night long ago. But now, here she stood, her wide, shocked eyes boring into his. He exhaled sharply, pushing the other woman aside. She stumbled slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she adjusted her dress. “We’re done. Get out,” he said flatly, his voice suddenly devoid of the heat it held just seconds earlier. “Is that how it is?” She sauntered closer, placing her palm on his chest. “You’re paying for the wasted night, darling.” Damien slipped a wad of cash into her hand, his gaze never leaving Isabella. “Take it and get out,” he said through clenched teeth. She leaned up on her toes, brushing her lips against his in a lingering kiss. “Call m

Isabella’s POV Pain. That was the first thing I felt. A deep, dull ache in her wrists, the lingering tightness of the rope pressing into my skin even though it had loosened slightly overnight. I stirred, wincing as the sting flared again. Where am I? A shiver ran down my spine. The air was cold, the room dimly lit by the faint morning light slipping through a window I couldn’t quite see. I shifted, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me, but then— I froze. A presence. Heavy. Intense. Watching. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I turned my head, my breath catching in my throat. He was there. Sitting across the room, unmoving, his dark eyes pinned to me as if I might vanish if he blinked. His broad shoulders were tense, his chiseled face unreadable. He looked… haunted. Possessive. Like a man staring at something that could slip off his hand any second. Did he stay here watching me sleep all night? A shudder of unease crawled dow

Damien's POV I sat at the head of the conference table, surrounded by voices that blurred into background noise. The room buzzed with tension…executives shifting papers, scrolling through slides, pitching ideas—but none of it held my attention. Not when the only thing on my mind was her. She was locked up in my house right now. Isabella. The girl who had once given me a night that changed everything…and now looked at me like a monster. If only she remembered. If only she knew what that night in Colorado had meant to me. The way her body responded to mine without hesitation. The way she let me take her…claim her…over and over until we collapsed into each other, breathless and raw. The things I did to her that night. Fuck. I had never known that kind of satisfaction before. Never. Not even with my history with women. Every woman before her had felt… lacking. I always held back—restrained the darkest parts of myself. Until Isabella. She let me unravel her completely. Let