บททั้งหมดของ Damien's Willing Captive : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Damien’s POVI closed my eyes and shook my head. I have to be hallucinating.When I opened it, everything was normal again. The room was still buzzing with leftover celebration energy… Isabella wiping her eyes and laughing through sniffles, Agnes cracking jokes about how I looked “like a sexy escaped convict,” Jace trying (and failing) to look cool while scrolling through the news alerts on his phone.Vixen pushed off the wall almost immediately, stretching like a cat that just finished eating the canary.“Alright, Damien. We’re square. I’m out.” She jerked her chin at her crew. “Let’s bounce boys, before these people start group-hugging us next.”“What’s wrong with group hugs? I think it’s cute,” Agnes said, shrugging, already bracing for backlash.Vixen gave her a look. “Cute?” she echoed. “Girl, we’re not… cute people. We don’t do group hugs. We barely make eye contact with people.” She did a half-hearted, sarcastic little bow. “Oh, and listen up everyone. I’m literally in the fina

Damien’s POVThe shower did nothing to wash away the tension coiled in my gut.Hot water pounded my shoulders for exactly seven minutes…long enough to scrub off the prison stink, short enough that I couldn’t stall anymore.I wrapped a single white towel low around my hips, and didn't bother drying my hair properly. Water dripped down my neck, my chest, tracing cold paths over skin still flushed from the heat.When I opened the bathroom door, steam rolled out ahead of me like smoke.Isabella was sitting on the very edge of the bed…back straight. Her hands were clasped so tight in her lap her knuckles were white.She hadn’t changed out of her clothes. Hadn’t moved much at all. Just…waiting. Like she’d been rehearsing this moment for hours.I crossed the room slowly… Bare feet silent on the carpet as my dripping hair kept leaving water spots on my shoulders.“I’m out,” I said quietly. My voice sounded too rough in the stillness. “Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”She exhaled…a long, shaky

Damien’s POVI didn’t pull out.Not yet.I couldn’t.She was still wrapped around me…legs locked at my lower back, arms looped around my neck, face tucked into the crook of my shoulder like she was trying to hide there forever. Every tiny aftershock ripple that went through her pulled a soft clench from her inner walls, and fuck, I felt every single one. My cock twitched inside her in response, lazy and satisfied but still half-hard, like it refused to admit the moment was over.My heart was still hammering too loud in my ears. Sweat cooled on my back where her nails had left stinging trails. I could smell us…sex, salt, her shampoo, my soap…all mixed together in this warm, heavy cloud that made the room feel smaller. Safer.I pressed my lips to her temple. Once. Twice. Just breathing her in. I’m finally back home. Where I belong.She sighed against my skin, this soft, contented sound that hit me square in the chest and made something ache in a way that wasn’t pain. Relief, maybe. Or

****Agnes didn’t slow her stride as she approached the oblivious couple. She stopped right beside Damien’s chair, hands on her hips, head tilted with that signature devilish grin that usually meant trouble for everyone involved.“Excuse me,” she said brightly, loud enough to cut through their little bubble as she pushed their plate away. “Since last night when Damien went upstairs to ‘take a quick shower,’ nobody has seen either of you. Not for food, not for water, not even to say good morning. And now here you are…still glued together like you’ve superglued your skin…at eleven-thirty in the morning. Haven’t you two had enough yet? Or is this the part where we call the fire department to pry you apart?”That got their attention. Only then did they realize that they weren’t alone.Damien finally looked up. Slowly. His arm tightened around Isabella’s waist like he was staking permanent claim. A slow, smug grin spread across his face.“Enough?” he drawled, voice low and filthy. “Agnes,

Isabella’s POVThe car ride started with chaos.Damien had me pinned against the front door for what felt like forever…kissing me like he was trying to crawl inside my soul and live there. Deep, desperate, possessive kisses that left me dizzy and breathless. The girls were already in the SUV, honking and yelling protests through the open windows… “Damien, let her breathe!” “We’re burning daylight, caveman!” but he didn’t care. His hands were everywhere, gripping my waist, my face, my ass, like if he let go I’d vanish.Finally…finally…he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, breathing hard.“I’ll only let you go on the condition that Andre goes with you,” he rasped. “He stays at least a few feet away at all times. And he reports back to me every ten minutes. Picture. Location. That you’re breathing. That you’re smiling. Everything.”I couldn’t even be mad. His voice was all gravel and need, eyes dark with that wild, obsessive energy that made my stomach flip in th