Todos os capítulos de HIS FORBIDDEN SURROGATE BRIDE : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Anastasia's PovDamien dropped his hands from the woman's waist the moment our eyes met.The silence in the hallway was immediate. The woman turned around slowly. She used both hands to smooth down the front of her silk dress before looking across the foyer at me. She maintained a pleasant expression."Anastasia," Damien said. His voice was level as he walked across the marble floor toward my position. "This is Sasha. She returned to the city this morning."Sasha stepped forward alongside him. The heels of her shoes made a sharp sound against the stone floor. She extended her right hand toward me. Her lips turned upward into a wide smile."It is very nice to finally meet you, Anastasia," Sasha said. Her voice was quiet."Damien has mentioned your name to me frequently." I looked at her hand for two seconds before lifting my own arm. I took her hand briefly. "Nice to meet you," I replied. My voice lacked any of the high energy I had carried into the villa when I first opened the door.

DAMIENI felt her hands grip the fabric of my suit jacket. Her fingers curled into the wool, tugging me closer, her knuckles white with the force of her need. She did not pull back. Her breathing was quick against my mouth, hot and ragged, smelling of the sweet red wine she had consumed at dinner and something deeper, something warmer—her own scent, musk and honey and want.The distance she had kept between us for the past week disappeared in an instant, I slid my hands from her chin to the back of her neck, my fingers threading through her dark hair, holding her head steady as the kiss became deeper. My tongue slid past her lips, tasting her, tasting the wine and the salt of her skin. She let out a small, broken sound, her body pressing closer against mine, her soft curves molding against the hard planes of my chest.I lifted her slightly, her feet leaving the floor as I carried her away from the glass window, away from the city lights flickering below us. Her legs wrapped around my

DAMIEN’S POVWe returned from the Capital District, and the silence between us during the day became absolute. She did not look at me in the hallways. She sat at her desk, her shoulders rigid, staring at stadium blueprints as if I were a ghost.But at night, the rules broke completely.The first night back at the villa, I waited until the clock struck midnight. The house was silent, wrapped in a heavy, cold dark. I walked down the corridor to her bedroom. I did not knock. I did not ask for permission. I turned the brass handle and pushed the door open.Anastasia was sitting on the edge of the mattress. She wore a thin, black silk nightgown that slid off her shoulders.She looked up at me. She did not scream. She did not tell me to get out.I closed the door behind me, turned the lock with a sharp click, and walked straight to her.I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up against my chest. Her fingers instantly dug into my shoulders, her nails biting deep into my skin. I slammed my

ANASTASIAWe checked out of the hotel in a daze, the shattered pieces of our contract left behind on the suite floor.When we reached the underground parking garage, the driver was waiting by the black sedan. Damien took the keys from him with a brief, quiet word, dismissing him. He didn't want anyone else in our space. The moment the heavy garage doors closed behind us, isolating us in the dim, concrete quiet of the vehicle, the fragile control we had maintained in the lobby dissolved.I didn't even make it to the passenger side. Damien pulled me toward the back door of the sedan, throwing it open and shifting us both inside.The heavy door slammed shut behind us, cutting off the rest of the world.He didn't waste a second. His hands found my waist, lifting me onto his lap as he sank back against the leather seat. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my gray blazer twisting around my shoulders as I clung to him. The contrast between our neat, professional clothes and the absolute desp

ANASTASIA The world fell apart in seconds. By midday, the Moretti Group’s stocks were crashing hard. Every screen in the office showed bright red lines pointing straight down. On the TV screens in the lobby, the news anchors played our leaked audio on repeat. Every private, raw word Damien and I had gasped out in our most desperate moment was now public property.The doors of the executive floor flew open. Marcus, the lead board member, stormed out first. His face was bright red, his fists clenched as he marched straight toward us in the corridor. Behind him, five other board members followed like a pack of wolves."This is pure incompetence!" Marcus shouted, his voice echoing off the glass walls."You have ruined the entire firm, Damien! The shareholders are in a total panic. We are calling an emergency meeting right now to strip you of your power and freeze the inheritance shares!"I felt a cold spike of fear hit my chest. I shrank back a step, my hand trembling.But Damien did no