Damien’s pov
Amidst the chaos in my life I had a party to attend. More of a gala for the rich to show off their wealth and do business in secrets.
Business was more of my intention and the only thing I cared about. I told Aria to get ready , It was a cold evening and I needed some heat by my side for comfort as an excuse because I couldn’t stay away from her
She turned her back to me and pulled the gold dress over her skin. No hesitation. No bra. No pause. I stopped her at the zipper and stepped in, my hand closing around it. I pulled it up myself, slow, watching every inch of that fabric cling to her like it had been made for her body alone. She didn’t move, didn’t flinch. I could feel the tension radiating off her, the quiet challenge in her posture, and it made me want to crush her
