All Chapters of A Night with my virgin maid: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Deeper, Damien!” The black-haired girl screamed, her voice shattered across the room as her body arched against the edge of the billiard table. Her nails raked the green felt while her fifth climax tore through her in violent waves.She was loud. They often were. Damien Kael didn’t care for noise, but she had been limber and eager—and tonight, he’d needed someone who wouldn’t ask questions.She would come running, like they all did.His women came when he called. They always came. Not for love. Not even lust. But for the thrill. For the power he radiated. It wasn’t connection. It was routine.He didn’t finish with her. Not yet.Sliding free, Damien gripped the carved edge of the table and stared out across the balcony. The city sprawled beyond, blinking like a restless beast beneath the ink-stained sky. Moonlight kissed the ridges of his bare chest, highlighting the angry red crescents her nails had carved into his back.The woman moaned softly behind him, crawling toward him like a

The security gate slid open with a low hum as Elara stepped through, holding her small handbag close. It was only her second day in Damien Kael’s estate, and she had been trusted to run to town for errands. Trust. Or maybe a test. Either way, she wanted to do it well.On her way back, the guards at the booth turned to look at her. Both wore black uniforms, their badges glinting in the late sun. One was older, tall, with dark hair and sharp eyes that lingered too long. The other was younger, broad in the shoulders, and his stare never left her legs.“Miss Elara,” the older one said smoothly. “Back already?”Elara gave a polite smile. “Mr. Kael asked me to collect the dry cleaning before seven.”The younger man said nothing, but his gaze was heavy. The maid dress she wore felt too fitted now, the heat of the sun making her skin prickle.“You’re very beautiful,” the older guard added, his tone was too casual.Elara blinked. Her smile stayed, but her chest tightened. No one had ever calle

Damien Kael walked into his bedroom, his shoulders was heavy with the weight of the day. He was ready to strip away the noise, the stress, and the endless calls from his empire. But the moment he stepped into the room, he stopped dead in the doorway.Naked.Ariana Stark lay across his bed like she had been poured there on purpose. The only thing covering her was the light blanket he had tossed there that morning, and even that had slid down low on her hips. One long leg stretched bare against his dark gray sheets, pale skin glowing under the soft light.Her red hair spilled over his pillows, bright as blood against the silver fabric.Damien’s jaw tightened.“Get off my bed,” he said in a calm voice.Ariana didn’t move. Instead, she stretched, slow and bold, the blanket falling even lower. Her chest rose as she breathed in, bare and careless, and her mouth curved in that sly smile she always used when she was daring him.“Nice welcome, Damien,” she purred.He shut the door behind him.

The morning light crept into Elara's room, illuminating the space she had occupied all night without rest. Her eyes were heavy with the tears of last night, her body was weak, but her mind wouldn't stop spinning. The same picture replayed over and over. Damien, Ariana, that kiss. Her pillow was damp from tears, and her throat felt raw. She sat up slowly, hugging her knees to steady her breath. The folded laundry on the chair remained untouched since the previous night.A knock at the door made Elara freeze. Her heart began to pound, sharp and heavy. She quickly wiped her face, though she knew her eyes were still swollen. The knock came again, firmer this time. "Elara," a voice called. It was Ella, the other maid. Elara let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and stood to open the door.Ella's sharp eyes assessed her. "Why do you look like that? Didn't you sleep?" "I'm fine," Elara whispered weakly. "No, you're not," Ella replied, stepping into the room and closing the doo