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“Please, Damien. Just go. I need some space.” He seemed to take the hint this time, his expression unreadable. “Fine. But remember, you’re the one who asked for it.” As he walked away, Elies let out a sigh of relief. She turned to Jenna, who was still watching Damien with an amused expression. “Do you think he’ll ever take the hint?” Elies asked, frustrated. Jenna shook her head. “Not in a million years.” ---

She had daydreamed for how they would run into each other arms and shower one another with kisses. But now, all she wanted was to hit him and make him feel as much pain as she did. “You can leave us now, Damon.” Eleanor said the second her butt touched the bed. Damon opened his mouth to protest but stopped the second he remembered her words. She didn’t love him and she never would. Nothing he said or did would change the fact that she had feelings for someone else. “Okay.” Damon responded then walked out. Cruz’s eyes trailed over her once bright face. She used to look so full of life and…

And Damon stood on the sidelines, his eyes full of admiration. Posted: Thirty minutes ago. Caption: First time feeling real speed! Thanks to my Alpha for showing me a different world! I turned off my phone, a wave of nausea rolling in my stomach. It wasn't jealousy. It was heartache. The sound of the lock turning broke the silence. Damon was back. "Elena?" His voice echoed in the darkness. "You're home?" I didn't answer. He flipped on the living room lights. When he saw the shattered pieces on the floor, he froze.

Ellaine went silent, her gaze lowering just at the right amount that her true emotions were hidden, but Ella didn't mind it. She just thought how nice it was that she was able to once again openly hug her mom without feeling restrained of feel resentment just because she was being prevented to love who she wants. But now, there was no such feelings anymore. She will be her mom little sweetheart once again. "..." "Ella, do you want to get back with Damon?" Ellaine asked after a moment of silence forming between them, prompting a shock response from her big brothers and dad.

He milked every drop, keeping eyes on mine, and the room went quiet except for our heavy breathing. Elena stepped back and fixed her shirt. Her panties were dark with wetness, and I could tell that she’d come while watching. She smiled, clearly satisfied and calm. “Deal’s done,” she said. “Fuck her all you want, and I won’t get in the way.” She walked to the door and paused. “You two are perfect together,” she said. “Disgustingly perfect.” Then she was gone, and the door clicked shut. Damian pulled me into his arms on the bed, his hand stroking my hair. I was wrecked, my body shaking, covered in him, and sore everywhere, but I also felt… free.

Damian was insatiable, his usual control completely fractured by raw love and relief. In the quiet moments between rounds, he held her close and spoke from the heart. “You saved me,” he whispered against her hair during a slow, deep round in missionary. “Not just today. Every day since the island. You made me want more than power. You made me want a life.” Elena came with tears in her eyes, clinging to him as pleasure and emotion crashed together. The grand gesture came near dawn. Damian carried her back to the rooftop terrace as the first hints of sunrise painted the sky in soft pinks and golds. He dropped to one knee on the daybed, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

Then his mouth was on hers. It was supposed to be nothing. A brief, polite lie for the cameras. But Damian kissed like a man who didn’t believe in half measures. His fingers pressed into the silk at her waist, firm enough to make her breath catch. His lips moved against hers once, slow and controlled, and the whole chapel vanished into the heat of him. Elena hated it. Hated that her body softened for him before her pride could stop it. Then he pulled away. The applause crashed around them like thunder.

“Not everything.” The air between them thickened. Elena’s pulse quickened. She knew this was dangerous. But the betrayal burned so hot in her chest that the danger felt like the only thing that could match it. “Damon…” Her voice was barely audible. “Tell me to leave and I will,” he said. His eyes. Dark and intense held hers. “But if you want someone who actually sees you tonight… I’m right here.”

He didn’t answer. That was answer enough. Elena swallowed hard and looked down at the papers again. Then slowly, she signed them. Vanessa smiled immediately. Adrian relaxed. But Damian kept watching Elena carefully. Like he knew she was seconds away from breaking. The moment Elena dropped the pen, Damian took the papers from the table. “Good.” Elena looked at Adrian one last time. “I loved you,” she said quietly. Adrian’s expression shifted slightly, but only for a second. Then Vanessa held his arm again, and the moment passed.

It felt like I was doing a job that was already done, so I just moved toward the private study at the back of the house. The study was large, lined with bookshelves. On the massive desk sat a silver laptop and a neat stack of papers. As I dusted the edge of the desk, my elbow brushed against a leather folder, sending it sliding to the floor. The contents spilled across the dark hardwood. "Great, on my first day," I muttered, dropping to my knees to gather the papers. I froze as I heard footsteps approaching. I turned to look and saw it was Damien. "I told you to stay out of my way, Elena," he hissed. "Did you think I was joking? Did you think you could use my father to worm your way into my