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Flames We Shouldn’t Touch

His hand cupped my breast, thumb circling the hardened tip, while his mouth claimed mine with bruising hunger. My back pressed against the leather seat, my legs tangled with his, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—couldn’t care.The warmth of his tongue dragged over my nipple through silk, teasing, tasting, until I whimpered against his lips. One hand kneaded me slowly, deliberately, while the other squeezed my waist, anchoring me in place like I belonged to him.I didn’t push him away. I pulled him closer.“Damon…” My voice broke on his name, shaky, pleading.He groaned into my mouth, deep and guttural, like he’d been starving for me since the moment he saw me. His lips left a trail of fire down my throat. His teeth grazed my skin, and my thighs squeezed together helplessly.I knew it was wrong.I knew it could destroy us both.But in the backseat of that car, with rain pelting the tinted glass and my father’s empire only streets away, wrong had never felt so intoxicating.This w

The Line I Wanted to Cross

When Damon pulled away from me in that car, leaving me trembling and unsatisfied, I thought I’d hate him.I thought I’d bury the memory, smother the heat, pretend none of it had happened.But I didn’t.I replayed every second of it.The roughness of his hands, the hunger in his kiss, the way his tongue had circled my nipple until I nearly screamed.And most of all, his warning.If you tempt me again, Aria, I won’t stop next time.Those words burned hotter than his touch.Because I didn’t want him to stop.So the next morning, I decided to test him.⸻Breakfast at the Kingsley mansion was never a quiet affair. Staff moved like clockwork, silver trays clinking, fresh juice pouring. My father sat at the head of the long mahogany table, scrolling through stock reports with the intensity of a man who thought the world spun only because he told it to.I was supposed to sit beside him. Silent. Perfect. Decorative.Instead, my eyes went straight to Damon.He stood against the wall, dressed in

Pushing the Beast

My father loved parties.Lavish, glittering, suffocating parties filled with people who pretended they cared about his business when all they really wanted was a slice of the Kingsley empire.I hated them.But tonight, I saw an opportunity.Damon had been colder than ever since his whispered warning outside my bedroom door. He shadowed me like a soldier, silent, unreadable, a fortress of self-control.So I decided to break that fortress.⸻The ballroom was alive with music and champagne. Golden chandeliers sparkled above polished marble floors. Laughter and conversation swirled around me, but all I could feel was Damon’s presence against the wall, his gaze sweeping the crowd with military precision.I wore red.Danger red.Silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to tease with every step. I’d chosen it for one reason: Damon Cross would notice.And when I caught his eyes across the room, his jaw clenched. Victory.But I wanted more.⸻He wasn’t the only man watching me. Ethan H

Punishment

I didn’t see Damon for two days.Not really, anyway. He was there, always there—silent, shadowing me like the perfect soldier—but he didn’t look at me. Not once. His eyes, which had burned with fury and possession when he ripped Ethan off me, were now ice.It was torture.And I knew it was deliberate.This was his punishment.⸻The morning after the gala, I tested him. I wore the same silk robe I’d worn the night of his warning. I lingered in the hallway, walking slower than necessary, brushing past him close enough that my perfume clung to his suit.Nothing.At breakfast, I crossed my legs under the table, letting my dress slip high enough to make even the butler choke on his water. Damon didn’t flinch. Didn’t glance. Didn’t breathe.It drove me insane.Because I’d tasted the truth in him already. I’d seen him snap. I’d felt his hands on me, rough and hungry, in that car. I’d heard the crack in his voice when he slammed me against that wall.And now he expected me to believe it meant

The Test

My father never wasted words.So when he called Damon into his office that morning, I knew something was wrong.I wasn’t supposed to be there. But I lingered outside the door, ear pressed against the polished wood, heart thundering in my chest.“I don’t like what I saw at the gala,” my father’s voice was sharp, cold, the same tone he used on employees who didn’t last long afterward. “You touched my daughter. In front of everyone.”My blood turned to ice.Damon’s voice came steady, low. “I was doing my job. Harrow crossed a line. I removed him.”“You removed him,” my father repeated, mocking. “And in the process, made the Kingsleys look weak. My daughter is not a toy, Cross. She’s not your property.”My hands trembled. My father wasn’t just angry. He was suspicious.“From now on,” my father continued, “you’ll follow stricter orders. You’ll escort Aria to the charity ball tonight. You’ll keep her in line. And you’ll remember your place.”The silence that followed was suffocating. I coul

The Line We Shouldn’t Cross

His mouth was everywhere.The moment the door shut behind us, Damon shoved me against the wall, his chest crushing into mine, his breath hot and ragged like he’d been holding it back all night. I barely had a chance to gasp before his lips devoured mine, hungry, desperate, like he needed this kiss to survive.My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, closer, until there was no space between us. His tongue slid against mine, teasing, claiming, and I let him, I begged for it. Every kiss felt like fire, like we were burning alive but too addicted to stop.Then his hands moved.One cupped the side of my face, keeping me trapped in his kiss. The other slid down, brushing over my waist before boldly rising higher. My breath hitched when his palm covered my breast through the thin silk of my dress. He groaned into my mouth, the sound low and dangerous, as his thumb flicked over my hardened nipple.I gasped against his lips, the sensation sharp and sweet, leaving me trembling. “Damo

A Dangerous Discovery

The moment Damon opened the door, I knew the mask was back on.Cold. Professional. Untouchable.The guard standing outside didn’t question why I looked breathless, or why my hair was slightly mussed. He simply bowed his head and said, “Your father requests your presence in the east wing, Miss Kingsley.”Father requests.Not Father asks.Never asks.I smoothed the front of my dress, praying he couldn’t see the evidence of Damon’s hands on me, or the way my lips still trembled from his kiss. Damon fell into step behind me, silent as always, but I could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of my neck.We walked down the long gilded corridor, our footsteps echoing, the air thick with everything unspoken. When we reached Father’s study, the guard bowed again and left. Damon opened the door for me.I stepped inside.Father wasn’t alone.He stood near the fireplace, whiskey in hand, his suit jacket draped carelessly over the arm of a chair. Across from him, standing awkwardly with a tra

Secrets in the Dark

The scream split the silence like glass shattering.My heart leapt into my throat as Damon sprinted down the corridor, his broad shoulders vanishing into the shadows. For a second, fear rooted me to the spot. But then I ran too, my heels clattering against the marble, dread clawing at my chest.When I rounded the corner, I froze.Lina was crumpled against the wall, her tray shattered on the floor, tea staining the rug like blood. Her hands trembled as she tried to gather the shards, her breath hitching. Damon was already crouched beside her, his hand gripping her wrist—not roughly, but firm enough to steady her shaking.“What happened?” His voice was low, calm, but edged with danger.“I—I tripped, sir.” Lina’s voice quivered. Her eyes darted toward the far end of the hall. I followed her gaze—and saw nothing. Just the flicker of candlelight against the cold stone walls.But Lina’s face told me everything. She wasn’t clumsy. She was terrified.Damon’s eyes narrowed, following the same

The Ghost of My Mother

Lina’s words hung in the air like smoke, choking me.The truth. About your mother.I stared at her, my chest tight, my pulse hammering so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. My mother was a ghost in this house—her portraits polished, her name whispered, but her memory smothered by Father’s rules. She’d died when I was ten. That was the only truth I’d ever been allowed.“What are you talking about?” My voice came out sharp, panicked. “My mother is dead.”Lina’s pale face trembled. “That’s what he told you.”My knees nearly buckled. Damon stepped closer, his hand brushing the small of my back as if he sensed the ground slipping beneath me. His voice was calm, steady. “Explain, Lina. Carefully.”She glanced over her shoulder, fear etched into every line of her. “Not here. He could hear us.”Damon’s jaw tightened. He nodded once, then guided us quickly down the hall, his grip firm on my arm. He led us into a side room—a small library lined with dust-covered books, the kind Father ne

Locked Doors, Hungry Hearts

The door handle twisted again. My lungs seized. Damon leaned in close, his breath ghosting my ear, his voice a whisper sharp as steel. “Don’t speak.”The lock rattled. My chest tightened until I thought I’d faint. I opened my mouth, but Damon pressed two fingers against my lips. His eyes bore into mine, promising me he had this.“Aria,” Father said again, voice calmer now, but with that weight that always made me feel like a child trembling before judgment. “Open the door.”Damon moved before I could stop him. With one smooth motion, he unlocked it, sliding it open just a crack—just enough to step into Father’s line of sight but shield me behind his body.“Sir,” Damon said, voice clipped, professional. “I brought her here to rest. She wasn’t feeling well.”Father’s gaze cut like glass, moving from Damon’s broad shoulders to the flicker of me behind him. His eyes narrowed. “Rest. In a locked room?”Damon didn’t blink. “I thought it best no one disturbed her.”The silence that followed

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