《Fucked Raw By My School's Billionaire Owner 》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

The call from Victor kept replaying in my head like a broken record I couldn’t turn off. “I have proof… This could destroy everything.”I tried to push it away, I really did. I spent the whole next morning forcing myself to focus on normal things, making coffee, laughing at Damien’s terrible pancake attempt, letting him pull me onto his lap for slow kisses that made my toes curl. But every time there was a quiet moment, Victor’s raspy voice crept back in.What if he actually had something real? What if I was ignoring important information just because I was scared of rocking the boat again?Damien noticed I was distracted. Of course he did. He always did.“You okay?” he asked while we were cleaning up breakfast. He came up behind me at the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You’ve been quiet since that call last night.”I leaned back into him, trying to sound casual. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about school stuff. Finals are coming up and m

Damien stood in the middle of the penthouse living room still in disbelief, phone still in his hand, staring at the tracking dot blinking on the screen. Victor’s house, he thought to himself again, like it was all some kind of dream. Of course it was Victor’s fucking house. He had told Elena not to go. She had promised. And now she was there alone, after lying to him about meeting Sofia. The betrayal stung sharper than he wanted to admit, but right now, anger wasn’t useful. Cold focus was. He walked to the bar cart, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and took a slow sip. His hand didn’t shake. His breathing stayed even. But inside, something dark and familiar uncoiled the part of him he had tried to bury since Elena came into his life. He made another call. “Blackwood,” a gravelly voice answered on the second ring. “What do you need?” “I just sent Victor Voss’s address. The old one on 14th. I need eyes on it right now. Thermal, audio if possible. The lady inside is my wife. Con

I sat huddled on the dirty mattress, knees pulled tight to my chest, wrists burning from the rough rope. The small room felt like a tomb, no windows, no fresh air, just the single bare bulb swinging slightly above me and the faint smell of fear.Every few minutes I strained to listen, pressing my ear against the thin wall. At first I could still hear muffled voices, Victor and Marcus arguing about money, about how much they should demand, about what they would do once they got it. But now even those had faded. The house had gone strangely quiet. Too quiet.My heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept replaying everything in my head. This is my fault. I lied to Damien. I came here alone. I walked straight into their trap like a naïve little girl who still wanted her father to love her. Tears slipped down my cheeks again. I wiped them angrily with my shoulder. Crying wouldn’t help. I needed to think. I needed to find a way out.Then I heard it, a low voice on the other side of the wall. Not Vi

By the time the sun rose, my head throbbed and my chest felt hollow. I stayed in the guest room longer than necessary, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word from last night. Relief that Victor and Marcus were being released warred with a deeper unease.Damien had done it for me. He’d gone against his instincts. But the fact that he could do it at all, that he had the power to make people vanish left a chill I couldn’t shake.Lila’s warnings echoed in my mind, uninvited but persistent. He’s not who you think he is, Elena. There are things he’s buried deep. Dark things. I’d brushed her off back then, convinced she was bitter. Now? I wasn’t so sure.A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.“Elena?” Damien’s voice was low, careful. “I made coffee. And there’s breakfast if you’re hungry.”I swallowed hard, hugging my knees tighter under the blanket. Part of me wanted to open the door, to let him pull me into his arms and pretend last night had been a bad dream. The other

The morning after our reconciliation dawned softer than I expected. Damien and I still lay wrapped around each other. My body ached in the best way between my thighs, faint bruises on my hips from his grip, and the unmistakable tenderness on my ass. Every shift reminded me of how completely I had surrendered to him.Damien’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath steady against my neck. I turned slightly to watch him sleep. In the daylight, he looked almost peaceful. The ruthless man who could order releases and threats seemed miles away from this version, the one who made heart-shaped pancakes and held me like I was made of glass after wrecking me.I traced a finger along his jaw. He stirred, eyes cracking open with a lazy smile that made my chest tighten.“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then lower to the mark he’d left on my neck. “How do you feel? Too sore?”“A little,” I admitted, smiling. “But wort