Todos os capítulos de Reborn for His Ruin: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

My heels clicked against the polished marble as I stepped into Damien Blackthorn’s private office for the first time. The doors closed behind me with a soft, final click that sounded like the sealing of fate. The space was everything I expected from the ruthless Alpha billionaire::vast, luxurious, and domineering. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering Lagos skyline, black leather furniture, dark wood, and the faint scent of cedarwood and power hanging thick in the air and there he was.Damien Blackthorn rose from behind his massive mahogany desk like a predator uncoiling. Seven feet of pure, overwhelming Alpha dominance wrapped in a tailored black suit that did nothing to hide the hard muscle beneath. Broad shoulders, powerful chest, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, and those piercing golden eyes that locked onto me the instant I entered. His presence slammed into me like a physical force: raw, ancient power mixed with dark masculinity that made my knees want to buckl

The rest of the afternoon after my first official meeting with Damien Blackthorn passed in a haze of forced focus and simmering heat. I sat at my glass desk, my legs tightly crossed, trying to ignore the persistent ache between my thighs. My panties were ruined, slick still coating my inner thighs from the explosive tension in his office. Every time I shifted, the friction against my swollen clit sent fresh sparks through my body. My seductive aura refused to settle completely, pulsing in low waves around my workstation.Victoria dropped another stack of documents on my desk with a knowing smirk. “He’s been asking about you. Unusual. Most assistants don’t capture his attention this quickly.”I kept my expression cool. “I’m simply doing my job.”But inside, my mind was a battlefield.I remembered Kael’s golden eyes , it is so similar to Damien’s , staring down at me with disgust as he twisted the silver dagger in my womb. “You were never enough.” The cold marble beneath me. My blood mi

The tension in Blackthorn Tower had become a living, breathing thing. By the middle of my third week, every interaction with Damien Blackthorn felt like walking a razor’s edge between professional survival and primal combustion. My glass desk outside his office was no longer just a workspace , it was ground zero for a war I was determined to win, even as my reborn body fought against me at every turn.That morning started innocently enough. I arrived early, dressed in a fitted emerald green blouse that accentuated my full breasts and a black pencil skirt that hugged my wide hips and thick thighs. My raven hair was styled in a loose chignon, with deliberate strands framing my face. The seductive aura I kept under tight control still leaked through, making the air around my desk feel warmer and heavier.Damien emerged from his office shortly after nine. His golden eyes found me instantly, the inexplicable pull between us deepening with every passing day. He stopped at my desk, towering

Blackthorn Tower felt like a war zone: every room, every hallway, just another place for Damien Blackthorn and me to clash. I showed up early again, dressed to make a statement: deep crimson blouse hugging my curves, black pencil skirt showing off legs and hips I knew drew attention. My hair was wild and loose today, falling over my shoulders in dark waves and framing my face, adding a hint of seduction I always kept under control.Damien didn’t waste a single second.Before I could even drop my bag, he called me into his office. The second I stepped through the door, his Alpha energy hit hard like static thickening the air. He stood behind that giant desk, golden eyes locked on me, predatory and hungry. The pull between us only got stronger overnight. My wolf inside me practically whined for release, wanting to break free and answer his challenge.“Miss Voss,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “You’re handling the crisis briefing for the Lagos Port Authority negotiations. Full

The days following the conference room confrontation settled into a pattern of exquisite torture. Daily workplace tension had become my new normal , a constant undercurrent of electricity that made every moment at Blackthorn Tower feel like foreplay and warfare at the same time. Damien’s presence filled the executive floor like a storm cloud. Every time he emerged from his office, his golden eyes would find me instantly. Every brush of his dark cedarwood and aged whiskey scent plus his raw dominant Alpha made my stronger wolf whine and my body respond with humiliating eagerness.I maintained my cold professionalism like armor. I excelled at every task he threw at me, but I never let him close. Yet the hate-flirting had become sharper, more dangerous like a weapon I wielded with increasing skill.That particular evening, the tension reached a new peak.It was well past eight PM when Damien summoned me again. Most of the executive floor had emptied. Only the soft glow of emergency light