MasukPOV/ DAMIAN
Around two in the morning, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway. The handle of the guest room rattled. The key wouldn't tur
POV/ DAMIANAround two in the morning, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway. The handle of the guest room rattled. The key wouldn't turn because of the latch set from the inside."Helen?" My voice echoed from the other side of the wood, firm and impatient. "Are you in there?"I heard no response from inside, only dead silence."Helen, I know you are in there. Open the fucking door," I ordered, raising my tone, the coldness giving way to irritation.Continued absolute silence.
(Helen’s POV)I woke to the rays of sunlight cutting through the silk curtains of the suite. I moved my hand slowly across the clean dark cotton sheet, searching for the heat of Damian’s body, but his side of the bed was already completely cold and made. He was gone again before dawn.I sat up against the pillows, pulling his black dress shirt close to my chest. The skin on my thighs was still sensitive from the touch and intensity of the previous night, and the woody scent of his cologne lingered on my skin. But the room was empty. The suffocating silence of the penthouse returned to swallow me whole.
POV/ DAMIANI held my body weight using only my right arm against the mattress, keeping my mouth pressed to hers in short, wet kisses as Helen tried to catch her breath. The heat of her skin burned against mine, while the black silk blindfold kept her eyes completely in the dark."Spread your legs for me," I ordered softly against her lips.Helen obeyed, yielding completely to my command. I ran my left hand down her torso, initiating a firm caress over her warm skin. I continued kissing her mouth possessively, moving my lips down her neck until I took one of her breasts into my mouth, while my fingers worked quickly between her legs. My hand flatt
POV/ DAMIANBringing my face close to hers, I observed the line of her full, parted red lips, feeling the warmth of her breath beat against my skin."What did you think, Helen?" I asked, my voice coming out deep and low."It was... incredible," she gasped, her green eyes searching for mine in the darkness of the suite. "It was the most intense thing I've ever felt in my life."I let out a short laugh, feeling my chest vibrate against hers."You have no idea what I'm still going to do with you, Helen."I ran my fingers along the side of her face, brushing away th
(Damian’s POV)I guided Helen into the private suite and turned the magnetic lock of the solid wood door, isolating our space from the rest of the penthouse. The room maintained dim amber lighting, highlighting the contrast between the dark floor and the towering headboard of the king-size bed.Helen backed up two steps until the backs of her legs met the mattress. Her full chest rose and fell in accelerated breaths, marking the heavy pulse I could see directly at the base of her pale neck. She tried to maintain her gaze, dropping a sharp provocation to challenge my authority, but her body’s biological reaction surrendered the tr
(Damian’s POV)I spent the last six days far from Chicago, wading through the mud of an illicit route along the coast of Brazil. At the Port of Santos, beneath a warm, stifling rain that smelled of sea air and burning trash, we intercepted a front cargo vessel registered under a shell company. My team and I eliminated seven men during the firefight inside the sorting warehouse; the quick shots from my nine-millimeter weapon dropped the guards before they could sound the alarm.In the dark, unventilated hold of the vessel, we discovered fourteen women locked inside improvised iron cages, stacked beside forty crates of heavy weaponry. I
(Damian’s POV)To the rest of the world, I was merely the ruthless CEO of Vance Global Holdings. An untouchable billionaire who controlled Chicago's largest investment funds and skyscrapers. But the truth behind my empire was far darker. My family belonged to an elite criminal organization, a syndi
(Helen’s POV)I was wearing nothing but a white lace, strapless lingerie set that left almost all my skin exposed, emphasizing the full, voluptuous contours of my hips and waist. Damian let out a heavy breath, his blue eyes flashing with a dangerous, aggressive lust. He released my wrists, but his
(Helen’s POV)Every step down the red carpet of the Chicago Cathedral felt like it weighed a ton. The freezing church air sent chills down my arms and up the back of my neck, but the worst part was the burning in my stomach—my gut was completely tied in knots of pure terror. Beneath the thick lace
⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to:Domestic abuse and physical violenceFo







