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Killian’s POV The moment stretched into something dangerous. I had promised myself I wouldn’t let this happen again. Not after the last time Damien’s mouth was on me, not after the way my body betrayed every defense I’d built. Yet here I was, back in his bed, back under his control, back giving him every fucking inch of me. His hands were all over me, rough, demanding, and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t fucking stop. “Killian,” he growled, my name rolling off his tongue like both a curse and a prayer. The sound of it wrecked me. I felt his fingers dig into my hips, holding me down as though he knew I’d bolt the second I had the strength. But he wasn’t letting me run, not tonight. His mouth was on my neck, biting, sucking, marking me where no one else should ever see. My skin burned, my pulse thundered, and my cock throbbed with need I hated myself for. “You want this,” Damien whispered against my throat. “Don’t pretend you don’t.” I gritted my teeth, trying to fight him even as m

Damien’s POV Friday morning came with a softness I hadn’t felt in years. There was laughter echoing from the kitchen before I even left my room, the clinking of dishes, and the faint smell of coffee and warm bread wafting upstairs. Killian was already awake, of course — he always was. I found him standing near the window, arms folded across his chest, his sharp eyes taking in the view of the vineyard below as if threats might crawl up through the vines. The way he carried himself here, in the middle of domestic peace, looked almost out of place — but somehow, he didn’t seem uncomfortable. Just watchful. “You sleep at all?” I asked, tugging on a casual shirt instead of a suit. That felt strange too. “Enough,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. His voice was low, rough, but there was no edge to it. “Your family wakes early.” A smile tugged at my mouth. “We always have.” Downstairs, the kitchen was alive with motion. Mum was already bustling about with a pan in her hand, chiding M