All Chapters of 365 Nights, Two Stepbrothers, One Me.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damien's POV The rain outside had stopped hours ago, but the wind was still tapping gently against the glass. I stood there, shirt unbuttoned halfway, eyes fixed on the flickering streetlights below. The night was silent, too silent for comfort.Somewhere between the hum of the air conditioner and the faint ticking of the clock, guilt crept in. I hated that feeling. That small tug in my chest that whispered you were too harsh.But I shook it off. I wasn’t Ethan. I didn’t do gentle. I didn’t sugarcoat a woman just to get under her thighs. I didn’t comfort women just because they cried.I turned from the window, rubbing the back of my neck, when I heard her voice.“Damien,” she said...quick, tense, almost breathless. “We’re in trouble.”I frowned. “What now?”She took a few steps closer, her hair loose now, falling in messy curls over her face. “Can you, for once, not be an asshole? Just listen to me and do everything I say.”I raised a brow. “That sounds like the start of one of your

Lila's POV The door opened slower than I expected, like someone was savoring the moment before they ruined a life. For a breath I thought maybe we’d somehow bought a sliver of time... until the man stepped in and filled the frame. He was exactly the image my nightmares and rumors had stitched together: tall, leather that hugged the line of his shoulders, a snake tattoo coiling up the side of his throat. He had the look of a man accustomed to being obeyed without question. For a second the room narrowed to the distance between his eyes and mine. “Oh no. Fuck. Fuck,” slipped out of me before I could stop it. He didn’t flinch. He considered me like you consider an old photograph ..recognition working slow, then hard. “You look… familiar,” he said, voice rough, even. He was trying to place me. “Because I am,” I said, feeling the muscles in my jaw tighten. The name tasted like iron and edged certainty. It was the armor I’d forged when life had forced me to learn how to survive as

Lila's POV “Your dad trusts me.”The words left my mouth in a tone I didn’t even recognize...cold, commanding, dripping with a power I never dared to show in front of Damien before. It made him stop moving. His fingers tightened slightly on my arm as he pulled me closer, eyes narrowing like he was trying to read every hidden part of me.“What just happened?” he asked quietly.I lifted my chin. “Oh, that?” I shrugged, pretending my pulse wasn’t still racing from what just occurred. “What do you think it was?”“I don’t know,” he muttered. “But you act… off sometimes.”“Whatever,” I dismissed. “We need to prepare.”His eyes lingered on me, suspicious and slightly annoyed. “Prepare to do what exactly?”I turned fully, staring at him like he was a toddler asking why the sky is blue. “Really, Damien?”He sighed. “You can’t come with me.”“And why?” I challenged.“First,” he lifted a finger, “I don't know who the fuck you are... Second, I can’t afford to lose the tycoon’s daughter because o

Lila Sinclair's POV I stood there in the bathroom, my hands still trembling violently as the voice from the phone echoed in my head.The question had cut through me like a blade, leaving my pulse racing and my skin prickling with unease.My breath came in short, ragged bursts. I spun around, eyes darting to the phone I had hurled onto the marble sink in a moment of panic.My fingers, slick with nervous sweat, fumbled as I snatched it up. The screen was shattered...cracks spider webbing across the glass like fractures in my carefully constructed composure.Pieces of it felt loose in my grip. Damn it. I tried to piece it back together, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking.Immediately, The door creaked open behind me."Is everything okay, Lila?" Damien's voice was smooth, laced with that infuriating mix of concern and mockery that always seemed to unravel me.I whirled around too quickly, nearly dropping the broken phone again.My heart slammed against my ribs. "I...I'm fine," I stammere

Damien’s mouth crashed against Lila’s with bruising force, all the rage, betrayal, and raw hunger exploding between them.His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so he could deepen the kiss, tongue invading, claiming.Lila moaned into his mouth, her fingers clawing at his shirt as the heavy bottle clattered forgotten across the floor.He walked her backward until her legs hit the armchair near the window.With one swift motion, Damien spun her around and pushed her down onto the chair.Lila landed with a gasp, thighs parting instinctively as he loomed over her. His eyes were dark, dangerous, chest heaving.“You say you’re here to kill me,” he growled, voice low and rough, “yet you’re dripping for me already.”“Shut up and fuck me,” Lila shot back, breathing hard, her nipples straining against her top.Damian didn’t need telling twice. He dropped to his knees, shoved her skirt up to her waist, and ripped her lace panties aside.His mouth descended on her without mercy...tong