All Chapters of Fucked Raw By My School's Billionaire Owner : Chapter 71 - Chapter 74

As I woke up, Damien’s arm was draped heavily over my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his breath steady and warm against the nape of my neck. For a moment, everything felt peaceful, like the ugly words from last night had been a bad dream, but they weren’t.I could still hear the hesitation in his voice when he said we were “getting there.” I could still feel the fragile way he had pulled me onto his lap on the couch, like he was scared I might vanish if he held on too tight. My eyes burned from all the crying, but I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to his heartbeat and wondering how long this quiet truce would last.Damien stirred behind me. His arm tightened, pulling me closer as he pressed a slow, sleepy kiss just below my ear.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough and low.“Morning,” I whispered back, my own voice still hoarse.He didn’t let go. Instead, his hand slid under the hem of the oversized T-shirt I’d worn to bed and rested warm against my bare stomach. The tou

The next evening, the air between us still carried that fragile, electric charge from the night before. I could feel Damien watching me more closely than usual while we ate dinner, his eyes lingering on my face, my hands, the way I moved around the kitchen. It wasn’t cold or angry anymore, but it was heavy with everything we hadn’t fully unpacked yet.After we finished clearing the table, he took my hand without a word and led me down the hallway toward the private wing of the penthouse. My pulse quickened the moment I realized where we were going. The toy room.I hadn’t been back here for a long time. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, part nerves, part anticipation.Damien closed the door behind us and turned the lock with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the same luxurious setup I remembered, padded bench, silk ropes hanging neatly, a wide mirror on one wall, and the large bed in the corner dressed in dark sheets.He cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing my chee