All Chapters of His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Story Title (1): Owned by the DevilChapter 1: You're Not Keeping ItI was bent over the bathtub, gripping the edge, my legs spread wide as Damian took me hard from behind. His thick length drove into me again and again, each thrust was so powerful I couldn't help but cry out, moaning and gasping from deep inside me.The bathroom was cold and spotless, but we were a mess... sticky, flushed, and dripping with sweat. We were burning up.“God, yes,” I panted. “Harder, Damian... don’t stop.”He growled low in my ear, his fingers digging into my hips. “Harder? You sure you can handle it, Lila?”“Yeah,” I nodded, panting hard. My fingers curled tight on the porcelain. “I can take anything you give me.”He laughed, but it sounded dark and rough. “That’s my girl.”And then he slammed forward so deep I saw stars. I felt like I was being ripped open in the best way.Damian grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back onto him. My core clenched around his shaft with every thrust, it was dripping wet a

I stumbled out of Damian’s penthouse like a ghost, the echo of my heels tapping on cold marble was the only sound I could hear.My chest felt hollow, his words echoing in my head:“You’re not keeping it.”…“You're fired.”Just like that, he ended it. Fired me. Tossed me aside like I meant nothing.I drove without thinking, wiping tears as the city passed, and somehow ended up at Velluto; one of LA’s most exclusive bars. I still had access thanks to him. Maybe I was punishing myself. I didn’t care.The valet took my car, and I walked in, dressed in a short, black dress that screamed "fμck you, Damian."Heads turned, both guys and girls. Their eyes raked over me, drooling like always. But I ignored them all and headed straight for the bar.“Vodka soda,” I said, sitting down. My voice was flat.Then I froze.Mia’s voice hit me. “No alcohol, Lila. Not while you're pregnant.”I bit my lip, glancing down at my stomach. It was still so small. Still real.The bartender, a hot guy with tattoos

Two Days LaterI was struggling with grocery bags in the Walmart parking lot, the cold was biting through my sweater. My arms ached, but not as much as the tension that had been eating at me since that last run-in with Damian."You’ll always be mine."..."Don’t even think about Wesley."His words looped in my head. My fingers brushed my belly, a quiet reminder of what mattered.Then it hit... a sharp, slicing pain in my stomach. I gasped. The bags slipped and groceries spilled everywhere. I clutched my belly and collapsed.“Oh my God! Are you okay?!” someone shouted, running toward me.I couldn’t speak. The pain was blinding. My vision blurred.“Call 911!” another voice yelled.Since the bar, I’d been feeling cramps on and off, but nothing like this.“No… no… no,” I whispered, curling in.Terror took over.Damian’s voice echoed again: "You’ll regret that" as the world faded to black.---I woke up to a dull ache in my lower belly. Everything hurt. Even between my legs, there was a stra

Later that morning, I stepped out of my car in front of Zenith Plaza, the high-rise on Alhambra Gardens Road where Grayson’s office was. The cold bit through my coat, and snow dusted my shoulders as I handed my keys to the valet; some guy with a bright smile."Welcome to Zenith Plaza, ma'am," he greeted me. "I'll park her safe."I nodded, barely registering what he was saying. I sighed as I smoothed my black pencil skirt and purple blouse. My breath fogged in the cold as I walked into the building.Inside the elevator, I stared at my reflection on the mirrored walls as I tapped the 20th floor button, it was pale and tired. My eyes were hidden behind the dark sunglasses. And my heart was pounding. I had no idea what I would find behind Victor Grayson’s door, but I needed someone brutal enough to go to war with Damian. I couldn't afford to mind his notorious shamelessness: how he had no shame and fμcks anywhere. His online profile was blunt as a blade. But I didn't care as long as he had

Snow swirled around my windshield as I drove through LA, not really seeing the road. I had spent three days hunting for a lawyer, and every door slammed shut the moment I mentioned Damian Holt. The man was untouchable. Every attorney I talked to either looked scared or flat-out told me no. Victor Grayson included.My chest ached from the loss, from the D&C, from knowing I had been lied to and used. My baby was gone, and no one would help me fight for justice.I pulled over on a bridge, stepped out, and leaned on the railing. The cold wind cut through my coat, but I didn’t care. My hands were shaking and my face was frozen with tears.Just then, my phone buzzed. I fished it out of my coat pocket with numb fingers. Wesley’s name lit up the screen. I hesitated, then answered.“Hello?”“Lila?” His voice was warm and filled with concern. “Are you okay? I saw your email... you accepted the job. But you didn’t respond to my voicemail. What’s going on?”I swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “