All Chapters of Flames of desire. : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sienna’s POVMike rubs at his cheek, his jaw tight, eyes flashing between anger and disbelief, and I feel the heat of frustration curl in my chest, sharp and stinging, because everything was supposed to go perfectly. Damon would see, Claire would doubt herself, and our plan would unfold exactly as I imagined, and yet here we are, and the moment is ruined, all of it wasted by Claire’s audacity, by her slap, by her refusal to be controlled, and I take a step closer to Mike, heels clicking softly against the floor, my eyes hard and sharp, fire burning in them as I let my voice rise, dripping with anger and blame. “You ruined it, Mike! You hesitated, you messed up the timing, you were supposed to follow my plan exactly, every move, every word, every glance, and you failed! She slapped you in front of everyone, she humiliated you, she humiliated me, and she made Damon see everything! And do you know what that makes you? A fool!” I shout. Mike straightens, his jaw set, trying to mask his s

Sienna’s POVThe apartment is quiet except for the noise of Willowcreek and the people gossiping outside, and I pace back and forth, the heels of my boots clicking sharply against the hardwood, the remnants of fury from the café incident still coiling like a live wire in my chest. Mike is at work, the office claiming his attention for the morning, leaving me alone with my thoughts, and I let them spiral, let them stretch and twist into the familiar, intoxicating obsession that has always driven me: Damon, Claire, and everything I am owed.I close my eyes for a moment, picturing the scene again, the way Claire had dared to strike Mike, the audacity of her hand against his cheek, the way Damon’s eyes had narrowed, a storm barely restrained but visible in every line of his jaw, and I feel the fire of jealousy burn hotter because it’s not just Claire who frustrates me. It’s her history, her ability to take what should have been mine, and the one person I ever loved who could never see me

Damon’s POVThe Willowcreek Community Hall glows with golden light, chandeliers scattering soft warmth across polished wood floors, and the entire town seems to have squeezed itself into this space, their voices rising in a constant whisper of chatter and laughter that blends with the clink of glasses and the faint notes of the band playing in the corner. Willowcreek thrives on events like this, fundraisers wrapped in gossip, opportunities for people who see each other every day to dress in their finest clothes, to smile too brightly, to whisper in corners about who arrived together and who stayed apart, and tonight is no different.Claire walks beside me, her hand looped through my arm, her smile the perfect balance of warmth and restraint, practiced enough to disarm even the most difficult faces in the crowd, and I watch her as she tilts her head politely to the mayor’s wife who insists on talking about the new benches in the park as though they are the most pressing issue in Willow

Sienna’s POVFrom across the hall, I watch, and the thrill coils in my chest like a live wire. Mona is in her element, spinning charm and whispers, making the room bend around her, and yet, there, at the centre, stands Damon, unwavering, and beside him, Claire, quiet but resolute, her presence radiating calm strength that I did not expect her to carry so effortlessly. My pulse quickens, a mix of irritation and excitement. Mona thinks she is the one pulling strings tonight, but I know the truth: I am still in control, still orchestrating the game behind the scenes.I lean against the far wall, the dim light casting shadows across my face, and I let my eyes roam over every expression, every twitch of muscle, every flicker of glance. Mona is subtle, but she is predictable. Her moves are designed to unsettle, to provoke. She thrives on spectacle, on the knowledge that every whisper in this room fuels her ego. And yet, Damon does not falter. He does not glance at her with anything other th

Claire’s POVAs we sit there on the couch, Damon moves closer, and he kisses me with passion."Are you okay?" I ask between the wild kisses. I attempt to pull off his shirt."Yes! I am fine. Are you okay?" Damon whispers against my lips."I am okay. I will not let Sienna and Mona upset us," I ask. I push him back onto the couch. I get up and stand in front of him. I slip off my dress, my bra and my panties so it falls to the ground. I let him look at me with hunger in his eyes. I bend over and start unbuttoning his shirt. I spread it open, revealing his breathtakingly muscular chest. I let out a shaky breath. I grip his collar and lean down, my face only inches from his."I want to fuck you, and we are to make love now," I growl. I have been waiting too long for this moment. I have been waiting all night to be alone with him. Maybe I'm intimidating him a little too much with my aggression? I want his dick and I'm going to get his dick!! Fuck Mona, she will not get her dirty claws into