His Damnation
“If you don’t want me to fuck the hell out of you,” he whispered, “you should leave. Right now.”
I tilted my head, caught his gaze, and let the words roll off my tongue like a dare.
“Scopami allora.” (Fuck me then.)
When Elena caught her fiancé in bed with her twin sister, betrayal wasn’t even the worst part—it was the humiliation. The cruel words. The way they laughed while shattering her heart.
But Elena isn’t weak anymore. Not when Lucian Moretti, her ex’s ruthless rival, steps out of the shadows with an offer she can’t refuse: be his lover, even if only pretend, and together they’ll destroy the people who broke her.
He’s cold, commanding, and dangerously addictive. His touch promises damnation, his kiss is a weapon, and his presence leaves her trembling between rage and desire.
She knows he’s using her. He knows she’s playing with fire.
But when revenge tastes like sin, when hate feels like heat—how do you stop yourself from falling?