The private helicopter touched down on the helipad carved into the dramatic cliffs of Damien’s Amalfi Coast estate just as the sun began to dip toward the horizon. Bella’s stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation. Three full days. No office deadlines. No club masks. No escape. Just her, Damien, and Kai — completely alone on this luxurious cliffside paradise. The villa was breathtaking: sleek modern architecture fused with the natural rock, infinity pools cascading down several levels toward the glittering Mediterranean Sea, private terraces, and total seclusion. As the rotors slowed, Damien offered his hand to help her down, his touch already possessive. “Welcome to our world, Isabella,” he said, voice low and commanding. He wore a white linen shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of tanned, muscled chest. Kai hopped out behind her, sunglasses perched on his head, that signature playful smirk in place. “Three days, baby. No limits. No safe little boundaries. We’re goi
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