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“Ahh! Damon!” A loud, breathless cry tore from my throat as he stretched me completely open, filling every single inch of my swollen depth. The sheer size of him, combined with the extreme sensitivity left behind by my intense climax, sent shockwaves of blinding pleasure straight to my spine.I clamped my legs tightly around his waist, my fingernails sinking deep into the muscles of his back as my hips instinctively arched up to swallow him whole.Damon let out a low, guttural roar, his jaw clenching so hard the veins in his neck bulged. He didn't give me a single second to adjust to his length. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip teasing my slick entrance, before plunging back inside with a brutal, punishing force.The wet, visceral sound of his hips slamming against my bare buttocks echoed violently throughout the room. The bedframes rattled against the wall under his relentless assault, but neither of us cared. We were completely drowning in the tide of raw, unfo

After all the chaos, Damon dragged me into the adjoining bathroom so we could shower together. The hot water trickled down our intertwined bodies, washing away the sweat and sticky evidence of our feverish encounter. I leaned back against his wet, muscular chest, his hands casually resting on my hips. For a brief second, the warm water lulled me into a sense of quiet calm—until a sharp, forceful sound of knock on the door shattered the peace.Damon’s hand instantly tightened around my hip. He reached out and shut the shower valve off, killing the sound of running water.Silence descended over the bathroom, heavy and suffocating. Both of us stood frozen in place, listening intently to the hallway outside."Snow? Open the door."My heart slammed against my ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. It was Lion.Why the hell was he back?! He explicitly said he had a full day of high-stakes corporate meetings. He wasn't supposed to be home until late tonight."S-Snow! Open up!" Lion’s v

Damon Madrigal’s POV…The soundproof door behind the heavy mahogany bookshelf clicked shut, sealing me inside my private sanctuary. The room was completely submerged in shadow, save for the cold, bluish radiance humming from the two high-definition monitors mounted side-by-side on the wall.I sank slowly into the plush leather armchair, my dark eyes locking onto the primary feed.Camera 01 — Snow’s Bedroom.She was buried beneath her thick duvet, curled up like a bruised, fragile bird in the middle of her massive bed. Her small shoulders shook with rhythmic tremors, her tear-stained face pressed deep into the pillows as soft, muffled sobs echoed through the concealed surround-sound speakers.A sudden, sharp pang twisted in my chest.I fucking hated seeing her cry. Every single tear that leaked from her eyes felt like a hot blade dragging across my own skin, stoking a feral rage that made me want to tear the whole damn world apart—including Lion, if he pushed her too far.I leaned forw

The sheer, unexpected violence of Lion’s mouth on mine stole every drop of air from my lungs. It wasn't a gentle, tentative kiss. It was bruised, demanding, and utterly ruthless. For a brief second, my mind screamed at me to push him away—to remember Jewell, to remember Damon, to remember the strict boundaries he had spent days enforcing.But as his tongue forced its way past my lips, tasting hot and intoxicating, every shred of resistance inside me shattered into dust. A breathless, pathetic whimper escaped my throat. Instead of pushing him back, my hands surged forward, my fingers tangling tightly into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer as I surrendered entirely to the rhythm of his mouth.Our lips clashed frantically in the cramped, air-conditioned cabin of the sports car. Lion’s large hand tightened around my jaw, tilting my head back as he devoured me, drinking in my helpless moans as if he had been starving for them for years.When he finally pulled b