All Chapters of TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DAMIEN  She gasps when I thrust into her... fast and unrestrained, the wet sound the contact makes hits me low and vicious. For a moment, I can’t breathe. I’m buried inside her again—finally, fucking finally—and everything I’ve tried to control for days burns out of existence.Christ.Being inside her again feels like stepping into a fire I’ve been starving for. A fire I deserve to burn in. She feels like heat and silk and heaven and every mistake I’m willing to make again and again.Her legs lock around my waist, pulling me deeper as if she can’t bear a single inch of space between us. Her eyes are wide, glassy, and desperate as they look up to meet mine. And something raw and territorial slams into my chest so hard I almost stop breathing. Mine. I brace a hand beside her head, while the other

DAMIEN   I wake up before Elara and take the opportunity to just watch her sleep. She's curled into my side, with one hand resting on my chest, and her dark hair spread across the pillow. She looks peaceful and content. And very much mine. The possessiveness that surges through me should probably concern me. But it doesn't. She's mine, and I'm keep

DAMIEN   The moment Elara is gone, Sebastian closes the door. "Business meeting," he says flatly. "Yes." "That required locking the door." "Sensitive financial data." "Damien." He crosses his arms. "I'm not an idiot." 

ELARAI expected to be summoned to a conference room regarding the accusation laid by LucasInstead, I get a text at 1:45 PM: My office. Now. - DWhen I arrive on the fifty-eighth floor, Linda barely glances up from her desk. "Go right in, Miss Blake. They're waiting for you."They?I push open the heavy doors to Damien's office and stop short.Damien is behind his desk, just sitting in his leather throne like the king he is. Relaxed. In control. Like this is any other Tuesday.Across from him, perched nervously on the edge of their chairs, are three people: a woman in her fifties I recognize as Patricia Morrison from HR, a younger man with a tablet, and a woman in a sharp suit who must be Legal.They look terrified.Damien's eyes find mine the moment I walk in, and the corner of his mouth lifts. "Elara. Come here."Not "please sit down." Not "join us." Just "come here."I cross the room, hyperaware of three sets of eyes tracking my movement. Damien gestures to the chair beside him...n

 DAMIEN     Noah arrives at my office at 6:02 AM.   Two minutes late. For anyone else, that would be unacceptable. But Noah's only late when he has something interesting to report.       "Talk," I say, not looking up from the file on my desk.       Noah drops a thick folder in front of me. "Lucas Reed is a busy man."&nb