LydiaThe morning sun crept through the floor-to-ceiling windows, slicing through the heavy, tangled warmth of the master suite.The room was in total disarray. Tailored shirts and silk dresses lay discarded on the dark carpet, silent witnesses to hours of raw hunger, power plays, and breathless surrenders that had blurred every boundary left between the three of us.On the king-sized bed, Damian lay flat on his back, his arm thrown over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in deep, exhausted breaths. For the first time in years, the arrogant mask had been completely torn off him. He looked wrecked, conquered, and entirely spent.Ava was propped up beside him on one elbow, her dark hair tumbling over bare shoulders, her eyes heavy and lazy with a satisfied smirk. She reached out, her fingertips lightly tracing the curve of my hip as I sat on the edge of the mattress, pulling my black satin robe around my shoulders."Admit it, Lydia," Ava purred, her voice raspy from the night. "You'
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