All Chapters of His Little Temptress : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The casino was alive with flashing lights, the clink of glasses, and the hum of over a hundred conversations. But the moment Damien stepped through the golden double doors, the air shifted immediately. His black coat swept behind him, his steps stable yet loaded with a force that made people instinctively part in his way. Blade followed at his side, scanning every corner like a hunting dog.Damien’s gaze then locked onto Yelena at one of the high-limit poker tables. She was clad in shimmering emerald silk, laughing softly with a man in a tailored suit, her hand grazing his as she took the cards.The laughter died the instant she noticed Damien.Without saying anything, Damien closed the distance, his hand clamping firmly around her wrist. Yelena’s smile faltered, replaced with a cold look as he dragged her away from the table. Gasps and whispers followed, but no one dared intervene.He didn’t stop until they reached a shadowed corridor behind the casino floor, away from the music and

Damien was still aiming his gun at Silver Jing when a bullet grazed his left arm from behind, tearing through his sleeve. Blood trickled down, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes never left her, not even when she smirked at him from beside her father.More gunshots rang out, the air thick with the threat of violence, but then Giovanni Terranova smiled. The sight of it was wrong in the moment, the curve of his mouth carrying something dangerously close to adoration. Then he lifted a hand, and at once his men lowered their weapons.Blade and Rex had climbed out of the car by then, their guns raised, covering the guards that surrounded them.“Are you really going to shoot my daughter while I’m standing right here?” Giovanni asked, his deep voice cutting through the tension.Damien didn’t even glance at him as his gun stayed leveled at Silver Jing.“Tell your daughter to give me one good reason why she thought she could hurt what’s mine. Because if she can’t…” His finger curved on the trigger,

The room was low-key but undeniably luxurious. The floor was dark oak, polished smooth, and a thick rug softened the space around the bed. The king-sized frame was low and modern, dressed in white sheets with a charcoal throw draped neatly across the foot. Floor-to-ceiling curtains softened the evening light, and a sleek glass desk stood against one wall. Everything was clean, ordered, expensive but lived in carrying the quiet weight of a man who valued control over comfort.Damien sat on the edge of the bed, his injured arm stretched out stiffly while Lila crouched in front of him with the first aid box open at her side. He still couldn’t understand how he’d let her in here. No one was ever allowed past this threshold, yet the words had left his mouth before he could stop them. An invitation he hadn’t meant to give.Lila’s fingers were gentle as she dabbed at the wound. Her brows furrowed in concentration, lips pressed together in that way that made him forget what he was supposed to

Lila opened her mouth and Damien delved into her, deepening the kiss. His tongue played with her, dueled with hers. She let out a low throaty moan that went into her head like liquor. Time stopped existing and every other thing went away with it. It was just them kissing each other so long and deep, into a mindless state of passion. She was aware of her body lowering on the soft mattress but that was her first awareness since Damien had carried her and began walking into her room with his mouth never once leaving hers.God, she was dripping for him. She has never been so aroused in her entire life. He pulled back at last, his lips parting from hers, and locked his gaze on her. Lila’s breath caught as she met the blazing lust in his blue eyes. It was so raw, so consuming, that a faint smile touched her lips.This is it, she thought.Without breaking that gaze, Damien slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he leaned down once again, capturing her mou

Graves and Thorne exchanged a quick glance before forcing a chuckle, stepping inside as if nothing was out of place.“Good morning, boss,” they said together with a bow.Graves then stepped forward, reaching for the tray, but Damien shifted it out of reach with a cold glare that sent him retreating at once.“We didn’t expect to see you here this early, Boss” Thorne offered, trying to sound casual.“And I didn’t expect you to wait this long to check on her,” Damien shot back, the chill in his tone enough to silence them.Graves and Thorne exchanged another look, their lips pressed together at a loss for how to respond. It was still so early the sky outside hadn’t even cleared, and they were sure Lila would still be asleep. What they hadn’t expected was to find their boss here instead.“Go back and come later,” Damien ordered, already moving past them.“Hope there’s no problem, boss? Why are you here this early?” Graves asked carefully.Damien stopped, turning a cold glare on him. “I’ve