Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Damnation : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

CHAPTER 1ELENAThe moans hit me first.Soft, breathy at first, then louder. A woman’s voice, high and sweet. A man’s groan following close behind.I froze at the bottom of the staircase, my blood turning to ice. No. Impossible.I blinked, my fingers tightening around the bottle of wine I’d been carrying up. Maybe it was the TV. Maybe one of them left Netflix on.But the sounds kept coming, raw and rhythmic, echoing down the hall I knew too well.“Adrian…” The moan was too clear, too close. Too damn real.My throat closed. My fiancé’s name on someone else’s lips, wrapped in pleasure.I climbed the stairs slowly, each step a punch to my gut. My heart raced, my skin clammy. I wanted to stop. I should’ve stopped. But my feet moved anyway. Because deep down, a sick part of me already knew.The bedroom door was half-open. Golden lamplight spilled through the crack.And there they were.Adrian. My Adrian. Naked. Moving inside the last person I ever thought I’d see him with.“Aria.” His voic

CHAPTER 3ELENAThe silk cut into my wrists just enough to remind me I wasn’t in control.Lucian stood above me, tall, impossibly composed, his shirt still buttoned like he wasn’t about to shatter me with a single command. His tie bound me, his gaze burned me, and my heart was trying to claw its way out of my chest.“Good girl,” he murmured.Heat shot through me so fast I almost forgot to breathe. “You—don’t say that,” I managed, even as my thighs pressed together.He smirked. “Why not? You obeyed beautifully.”My mouth opened, but nothing came out.Lucian tugged at his belt, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving mine. “Look at you,” he drawled. “On your knees for a man you barely know.”“I know enough,” I whispered, surprising myself.“Do you?” His zipper slid down, the sound loud in the silence. “Do you know what you’re asking for, Elena?”My throat tightened. “I’m not afraid.”His laugh was quiet, dangerous. “You should be.”Then he freed himself, and my mouth went dry.“Oh, God,

CHAPTER 5ELENAEight suitcases.That’s how much of my life I’d stuffed into rolling leather and zippered fabric, every single one lined up at the bottom of the staircase like I was preparing for exile.“Seriously?” Aria’s voice slithered down the stairs before her body did. She leaned on the banister, lips curling like the devil’s pet. “Eight? No wonder Adrian couldn’t carry you either. Always too much baggage.”I froze mid–zip. My blood boiled, but my hands stayed steady. “At least mine isn’t spread out between other people’s beds.”Her smirk faltered for one second—one glorious second—but she recovered fast. “Keep telling yourself that. We both know Adrian never wanted you. I was just better.”“You mean cheaper.” I snapped the last suitcase closed with a violent tug and turned to face her. My palm still tingled from the slap I’d given her earlier. God, I wanted to do it again.She sauntered closer, eyes sparkling with malicious delight. “You think leaving makes you stronger? It mak

CHAPTER 7ELENA“Hmmm… yeah… fuck…”My eyes snapped open.Wait. What?I blinked into the darkness of my room, confused. It was dead silent for a second… and then—“Mmm… ah—Lucian…”I sat straight up in bed.WHAT. THE. HELL.Was someone—moaning?! In this house???At THIS hour???I held completely still like I was in some horror movie and the killer would hear me breathing. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe my dirty subconscious was doing the most again. I flopped back on my pillow and closed my eyes.“Harder—ahh—”My eyes flew open AGAIN.Nope. NOT a dream.That was 100% a female voice.And unless this house suddenly got haunted by horny ghosts… someone was getting absolutely railed.My heart slammed in my chest. Curiosity? Panic? Jealousy? I didn’t even know. All I knew was I was awake now and there was no way I could pretend I didn’t hear—