Semua Bab HIS TO RUIN: Bab 1 - Bab 10

SELENE.I stepped back a few seconds after his words settled between us, trying to find air in a room that suddenly felt too small. My laugh came out shaky, thin, and absolutely unconvincing.“More than one night? Wow. Someone’s confident.”I tried to make it sound like a teasing joke, but the nerves bleeding into my voice betrayed me. Damien didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He just continued watching me with that unnerving, predatory stillness that made my pulse jump and my palms slick with sweat.What the heck was his problem? Maybe if he tried loosening up, I wouldn't be so tense.“Arrogant,” I added, because silence stressed me out and he was giving me more than enough of it.His eyes remained dark and steady on mine, heavy with an unspoken promise I wasn’t sure I wanted decoded. Every second that passed stretched, taut and humming, like the air between us was a wire he was slowly pulling tighter. And for the first time since I started this line of work, I felt like I wasn’t the one

DAMIAN.The contract still burned between us, a tether that bound Selene to me in ways far more powerful than paper and ink could ever claim.I could feel the subtle tremble in her fingers as she slid the pen across the table, and I savored it—not for cruelty, but because it was the first honest emotion she had allowed me to see.She was mine now, at least for three months, and every step she took inside my suite was a step deeper into my world, a world that she hadn’t yet realized could consume her entirely.I led her deeper into the penthouse, my hand brushing the small of her back, guiding her without words. The city lights spilled across the velvet and glass, painting the room in golden streaks that made her hair glow and her eyes catch like fragile jewels.Each step she took was hesitant, measured, but deliberate—she knew she had crossed a line she could not uncross. Her pulse raced, visible in the flush of her cheeks and the way her lips parted just slightly, as if trying to con

SELENE.I didn’t know how long Damien’s kiss held me captive — seconds, minutes, or something that stretched for almost an eternity — but when he finally drew back, I was breathless. Completely breathless. My lungs clawed for air like they’d forgotten how to work.Fuck! He was a good kisser.My first instinct was to step away, to snatch whatever was left of my sanity, but my body had other plans. It stayed rooted to the floor, trembling, traitorous, leaning forward as if it wanted more.I hated that.I hated him for it.“Damien,” I whispered, my voice cracking around the edges. “You can’t just—You can't…”“Really? Can’t I?” he cut in, his tone maddeningly calm. “You agreed to the terms, Selene.”“That wasn’t a term!” I hissed. “You didn't even give me a choice that didn't have an undertone of threats in it." He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle missing a crucial piece. “Everything with me is a term.”My pulse thundered. I swallowed hard, trying to regain some form of c

SELENE.For some really weird reason, I didn't know how we got to his bed, but there I was, looking like a sacrificial lamb about to be slaughtered on an altar.But right now, that altar was Damien Cross.I could feel his heat before I even opened my eyes, lingering in the air like smoke. The bed shifted beneath me as Damien pressed closer, his weight deliberate, commanding, undeniable. My pulse raced, my breath shallow, and I had no idea how I was supposed to be strong now.“Selene…” His voice was low, rough, carrying both amusement and need. “God, you make this impossible to resist.”“I—” I tried to speak, but the word caught in my throat. His lips brushed mine again, slower this time, teasing, daring me to surrender. My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him like a lifeline, and I could feel every hard inch of him pressing against me.This was going to be a fucking long night.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, thumb brushing along my jaw, sending sparks down my spine. “Do you reali

DAMIEN.I had already walked down the polished marble stairs, the heels of my shoes echoing through the penthouse lobby like gunshots, when something—a flicker of doubt, perhaps—made me stop.The car was waiting, engine purring quietly in the parking lot, but I couldn’t leave her like that. Selene. Sitting there on the edge of the bed, exposed and perfect in the sunlight, her thoughts a storm she didn’t even realize I could feel from here.I turned on my heel and retraced my steps, each movement deliberate, controlled. This time, I wasn’t just Damien Cross, billionaire with a taste for perfection—I was Damien Cross, man in pursuit. And she was my target.I entered the suite again, and I saw her instantly. She had straightened slightly, hair brushing her collarbone, eyes flicking up with that mixture of curiosity and challenge that never failed to ignite something dark and satisfying in me.“Did you forget something?” Her voice carried faint amusement, but there was tension coiled bene