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I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us. Damien groaned, his movements faltering for a moment before he regained his rhythm, his hips slamming against mine with a force. He pulled out, his body glistening with sweat, he positioned me so that my legs were draped over his shoulders. He entered me, his angle allowing him to go deeper, to hit that spot that made me see stars. "Oh god, Damien," I screamed, my body rocking with the force of his thrusts. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…

I wouldn't want to mess with any of them. Any hope of running away from here got dashed. We went further down and climbed up a staircase that took forever to reach the landing. This part of the room was darker and I could see why. There was a whole lot of corruption going on. People doing drugs by injecting or sniffing some powder. The women riding the men naked as their tits bounced with each movement. Their moans collided, not one of them seemed shy.

He pushed me down into it, wrists still bound. “Stay.” He walked away. My thighs squeezed together. He returned a moment later with a black scarf—satiny, smooth. A blindfold. He wrapped it around my eyes before I could object. My world vanished into darkness. And then… nothing. He didn’t touch me. Didn’t speak. I sat there, tied, blindfolded, aching. Waiting. My skin burned from the anticipation. My breathing turned ragged. A soft exhale behind me. Then a whisper in my ear: “You’re already unraveling.”

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Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

Next Step: * Should we move to Chapter 11, where Iza starts leaking Dark’s secrets to his rivals, or should we have a scene where Dark tries to "buy" her forgiveness with an even more lavish gesture—like bringing her father to the penthouse?

By the time the light outside went from gold to grey I was back upstairs and the suppressant was fully wearing off and there was no comfortable position left in the world. I lay on the covers and breathed through it, pressed a cold glass to the side of my neck, tried my laptop, which was useless, tried my phone, Chloe had sent three memes and a photo of her mother's cat and I sent back a laughing emoji and put the phone face down. The heat was loud now.