An Heir Before Dusk

Chapter 7 : The Price Of Desire

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Chapter 7 The Price of Desire

Emilia stood frozen, the words Damian had spoken hitting her like a thunderclap. She had been caught—caught in the lies, caught in the dangerous game she had tried to keep hidden. Damian had found out about her secret meetings with his father, and his anger burned hotter than anything she had felt before.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she stood there, his hands still gripping her arms, holding her captive. His eyes were dark, full of fury, and she could see that the calm, calculated man she had come to know had shattered. In his place was a dangerous force she had never seen before.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out, Emilia?” he growled, his voice low and deadly. He stepped closer, closing the gap between them until there was nowhere for her to retreat. His chest brushed against hers, and her pulse quickened, even though fear consumed her. She hated how her body responded to him—how it always betrayed her, no matter how much she tried to fight it.

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” she whispered, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. She wanted to explain, to tell him the truth, but the fear of losing him—and the rising desire she could no longer deny—left her speechless.

“You think I care about your excuses?” Damian’s lips curled into a twisted smirk, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. His hand slid up her arm, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending a jolt of heat through her body. She stiffened, trying to pull away, but he was relentless. “You belong to me, Emilia. And when you betray me, there are consequences.”

Before she could react, his lips descended on hers with a force that left her breathless. It wasn’t tender or loving. It was desperate—demanding, as if he was taking back what she had stolen. His hands roamed over her body, dragging the fabric of her dress up until it was bunched at her waist, exposing her to him completely.

She gasped as his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs circling her hardened n*****s. She hated how her body betrayed her, how her skin burned for him despite the emotional turmoil coursing through her.

“Damian… stop,” she gasped, trying to push him away, but his grip tightened, holding her firmly in place. His lips trailed down her neck, kissing her with a roughness that made her shiver.

“You want me to stop?” He stopped kissing her neck and pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and burning with need. “You want me to let you go? After everything you’ve done?”

The way he looked at her, the raw hunger in his gaze, made her heart race. She wanted to resist him. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone, to make him feel the same pain she felt. But deep down, she knew she couldn’t.

“I hate you,” she whispered through clenched teeth, even as her body betrayed her, her hips instinctively grinding against him in response to the heat radiating from his body.

His smirk deepened. “You can hate me all you want, Emilia. But your body tells me the truth.”

Before she could respond, he captured her lips again, this time with a desperate urgency. His hands tore the rest of her dress away, exposing her completely to him. She was trembling, both from fear and an intense, overwhelming need. The tension between them was unbearable.

Damian’s lips trailed down her body, scorching her skin as they moved lower. When he reached her breasts, he kissed them both with a savage hunger, sucking and nibbling, pulling sounds of pleasure from her she couldn’t control.

“Damian,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body arching toward him, wanting more. She tried to push him away, but every touch, every kiss only deepened the storm inside her.

“You’re mine, Emilia,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “And now you’ll learn what happens when you play with fire.”

Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly, his strong arms holding her as he carried her toward the bed. He laid her down with almost brutal force, his body covering hers in a way that made her heart race with anticipation.

His hands moved with practiced ease, stripping away the last of her clothing, leaving her bare and vulnerable beneath him. He towered over her, his eyes dark with desire, his body rigid with need. There was no softness in his movements—no gentleness. He was taking what was his, and she was powerless to stop him.

“You wanted to play games,” he said, his voice dark and low as he leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue invading her mouth with force. “Now you’ll learn what it means to belong to me.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he was inside her, thrusting into her with a speed and force that made her gasp. Her body screamed for more, her hips instinctively rising to meet his, matching him stroke for stroke. There was no tenderness in his touch, only raw need—his desire for control, for domination.

As his pace quickened, Emilia’s world blurred into nothing but the sensations he was stirring in her. She had no control anymore. She was his, completely.

“Say it,” Damian growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her voice shaky, barely able to keep up with the force of his movements.

“Good,” he whispered, and his thrusts became even harder, faster. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

Every inch of her body burned for him, and she was lost—lost in the sensation of his power, of his dominance. There was no escaping him now. She had already given herself to him in every way that mattered.

And as he brought her to the edge of madness, she realized, with a shuddering breath, that she had never wanted anyone more.

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