Chapter 10
Damien’s POV
I pushed the woman against the wall the moment the bedroom door closed behind us. Her perfume was strong. Her body was willing. She laughed as I kissed her hard, the sound sharp and empty. This was what I needed. No soft looks. No quiet pain in someone else’s eyes. No reminders of holy vows or separate suites.
I pulled her dress down and took what she offered without hesitation.
She moaned loudly when I entered her. The bed creaked under us as I moved with hard, deliberate strokes. I focused only on the physical. On the heat. On the control. Every sound she made filled the room. I did not hold back. I wanted the noise. I wanted the reminder that this arrangement with Elena remained exactly what it was meant to be business.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. She
