AVAYA ELARA DAWSON’S POVNakaharap pa rin ako sa nakasaradong pinto ng VIP room habang nakakulong sa pagitan ng dalawang braso ni Damien. The room was bathed in the warm, dim glow of a single crystal lamp, effectively sealing us away from the booming music, clinking champagne glasses, and gossiping elites of the Grand Gala outside.His heavy chest was moving rapidly against mine, hot breath fanning across my cheeks and lips. The sheer intensity in his dark eyes felt like an open flame—consuming every drop of reason left in his mind."Tell me, Elara," Damien rasped out once more, his deep, gravelly voice trembling with a terrifying blend of raw passion and deep-seated insecurity. His long fingers dug into the silk of my dress right above my hips, anchoring me to him so tightly that not even a sliver of air could pass between us. "Tell me who you belong to right now. I need to hear it from your lips before I lose control and tear this entire venue apart."Napatitig ako sa kanya. The rut
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