บททั้งหมดของ TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

DAMIEN"Okay," I finally say, the words scraping my throat raw. "If we try everything...real communication, real boundaries, real effort...and it still doesn't work, I'll let you go. I promise."The promise tastes like poison. Letting her go is the one thing I swore I’d never do. But saying it is the only way to keep her from walking out that door forever."Thank you." She reaches across the small table in her apartment and takes my hand. Her fingers are warm, trembling slightly, with short nails that are practical. "I don't think it'll come to that. But I needed to know you'd respect my choice if it did."Her voice wavers on the last word, and it guts me. Because I see the fear in her eyes...the fear that I won’t be able to let go, that I’ll become the cage she’s terrified of."I will. I promise." I squeeze her hand, feeling the fragile bones beneath soft skin, the faint callus on her index finger from hours at her laptop. My chest aches with the effort of holding back everything I w

DAMIEN Elara and I stare at each other across the wide mahogany desk, the air between us thick enough to taste...charged with the lingering scent of her arousal, sharp and sweet, cutting through the polished leather and faint citrus of my office. "Investors," she says slowly, voice husky, lips still swollen from biting them during the meeting. "What investors?" "They'll be here at 2 PM." I check my watch, the cool metal brushing my wrist. "Which gives us about two hours." "Two hours for what?" But she knows. Her pupils are blown wide, dark pools reflecting the hunger I’ve been starving for. Her chest rises faster, nipples tight peaks pressing against the thin fabric of her navy dress. "For whatever you need, baby." I lean back in my chair and spread my legs, giving her space and giving her the illusion of control while my cock throbs painfully against my zipper. "I'm not going to push. Or going to demand. But if you need me... I'm right here." She stands slowly, her thighs pres

DAMIENHis eyes say something else entirely.My blood turns to fire, but I stay silent, watching her.She smiles in a professional but distant way. “I appreciate the offer, but my schedule is quite full. Perhaps we can continue the conversation via email with the team.”Hale nods, gracious in defeat. “Of course. Can’t blame a man for trying.” He glances at me briefly...acknowledging the elephant in the room...then back to her. “You’re a remarkable talent, Miss Blake. I hope our firms have the chance to work together more closely.”They leave. The door clicks shut.The silence is immediate, charged.Elara exhales, turning to me. “Well. That was...”“Interesting,” I finish, with a low voice.She meets my eyes, reading me instantly. “You heard everything.”“Every word.” I step closer, crowding her against the table without touching her. The air between us crackles. “He wants you.”“He was being professional.”“He was being a man who saw something he wanted and asked for it.” I lift my ha

ELARA The red light finally turns green, but Damien doesn’t move.The car idles in the middle of the intersection, with horns blaring behind us; the city lights flash across the fogged windows like distant fireworks. His hands are locked on my hips, his fingers digging deep into my flesh with a tenderness that borders on pain, holding me impaled on his cock. I’m still trembling from the orgasm that ripped through me moments ago, my walls are fluttering in soft, lingering aftershocks, and my release is slick and hot between us, dripping down his balls onto the leather seat in warm, sticky trails.His forehead rests against mine, his breath ragged and hot on my lips, with sweat beading at his temple and trickling down to mingle with mine. The scent in the car is overwhelming: sex, sweat, leather, and his cologne sharpened by our arousal, cedar and raw male heat that fills every inch of the confined space, wrapping around

ELARAI make it to work at 9:58, slightly damp from rushing, but professionally dressed.Jennifer does a double-take when she sees me."You look... different.""Different how?" My heart pounds. Can she tell? Can she see that I spent the entire night and morning being fucked senseless?"I don't know. Glowing, maybe?" She studies me. "New skincare routine?""Something like that." I sit down, pulling out my laptop.The meeting goes smoothly. I present the updated campaign metrics, answer questions, and discuss next steps. All while feeling Damien's shadowed fingers running along my body, my thighs still aching, and my neck covered by carefully applied concealer.Halfway through, my phone buzzes.Damien: Missing you already. Can't stop thinking about this morning. About you screaming my name in the shower.I bite my lip, trying to focus on the presentation.Me: I'm in a meeting. Behave.Damien: Never. What are you wearing?Me: Professional clothes. Unlike this morning when I was wearing n