Lure His Heart: The Billionaire’s Defenseless Love

Elena & Damian (Romance Version for Dreame) “Elena, don’t make me look down on you. Be brave—think about what that bastard did to you...” Elena clenched her fingers tightly. “I know...” Ding— The elevator doors slid open. “I’m here!” “Be brave! I believe in you!” She hung up the phone, stepped onto the plush carpet, and checked the room number her best friend had texted her. Wow—her friend had really splashed out. The penthouse presidential suite? How much did this cost for one night? She sure knew how to treat a girl! Room 8888. She’d be wasting all that money if she didn’t ring the doorbell. Ring it! Ding-dong. The chime echoed, and Elena’s heart thundered against her ribs. The door swung open. She froze, her heart skipping a beat. The man was tall and lean, dressed in tailored trousers and an unbuttoned white shirt that hung loosely over his frame. His features were sharp and defined, his eyes as bright as stars, his nose straight and prominent... ...Nothing like the photo her friend had sent her on WeChat. Then it hit her—photos were just ads. This man’s looks and style were exactly her type. Especially the way his unbuttoned shirt draped over his trousers, exuding a dangerous allure that took her breath away. She liked him. She let out a quiet sigh of relief. For her first time doing something like this—he was perfect. At the door, Damian Voss narrowed his eyes. The girl stood before him in a flowing white chiffon dress, her waist impossibly slender, her features delicate as a painting, her cherry-red lips curved slightly. Her short wavy hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing a pair of glass drop earrings. His gaze traveled up her body, lingering on those earrings. What? Even the top courtesan got to choose her clients now? Elena forced herself to stay calm. “Uh... I’ll just... go inside first!” She took a deep breath and stepped into the room without waiting for his reply. Behind her, Damian stared at her retreating figure for a few seconds before closing the door softly. Elena glanced around, ignoring the opulence of the presidential suite. Her eyes landed on a suit jacket and tie draped casually over the sofa. So he was planning to take a shower. Perfect. She turned around, lifted the bottle of Casillero del Diablo she’d brought for courage, and forced a casual smile. “Want a drink?” Her eyes drifted to his lips—they looked so perfect, so soft. “No.” “Uh...” Elena nodded. “Then... you go ahead and shower first.” Damian stared at her for two seconds, then turned and walked toward the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. Elena walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the sea of cars and lights below, and downed a glass of red wine in one gulp. By the time she’d finished her third glass, the water stopped. Damian emerged, clad in a white bathrobe, his wet black hair falling messily over his forehead, making him look even more handsome. She turned at the sound of his footsteps, her head spinning from the wine. A dazed smile tugged at her lips—her friend really did have great taste! “I’ll go shower now...” Her words trailed off as he stepped closer, his warm palm pressing gently against her bare back before she could even set down her glass. One arm wrapped around her slender waist, the other closing around her delicate fingers that still held the wine glass. The glass swayed, releasing the rich aroma of wine. Damian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at her fingers. What a sexy Adam’s apple... Before Elena could look away, a warm, damp kiss landed on her already burning earlobe... Her body trembled, her mind going blank. The wine glass slipped from her hand, hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Elena’s brain short-circuited for two seconds. Then her eyes glistened, and she looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a searing kiss. The sweet, fruity taste of wine mingled in her mouth, while her nose filled with the faint, cool scent of peppermint from his shower gel. His large hands wandered over her waist, sliding down her smooth back. The zipper of her dress slid down, exposing her cool skin. Elena’s cheeks flushed bright red, her heart pounding wildly. Damian pulled away from her lips, trailing hot kisses down her delicate swan-like neck. She gasped for air, pressing a hand against his wandering fingers. “I... I’m a virgin. Can you... be gentle?” Her voice was soft and breathless, like a blooming lotus flower, stirring something deep inside Damian. “Hmm. I will.” He lifted her up in his arms and laid her gently on the bed. He kissed her again, slow and tender, taking his time instead of rushing. Her lips, her neck, the curve of her collarbone... Slowly, tenderly, he claimed her completely. ... The first rays of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Elena blinked awake, memories of the night flooding her mind. The experience had been... amazing. Curled up in Damian’s arms, she thought to herself—he really was worth his reputation as the top courtesan. His service was impeccable. He hadn’t left her as soon as it was over. Instead, he’d held her close, showering her with gentle affection afterward. She turned her head slightly, her face inches away from his handsome features. His perfect lips were so close—last night, those lips had... Her cheeks burned like fire. She blinked, then carefully slid her arm out from under the covers, reaching for her phone on the nightstand. She unlocked it, aimed the camera at the two of them, and snapped a photo. The picture was blurry and soft, capturing their intimate embrace perfectly. Perfect. The lighting was just right—exactly the effect she wanted. Another one? She raised the phone with one hand, adjusted the angle, and was about to press the shutter... Her hand trembled violently. She turned her head—and found Damian staring at her, his eyes dark as ink. Panic surged through her. The phone slipped from her grasp, hitting her collarbone with a sharp thud. Oh no. Had she broken some unspoken rule here? But she just wanted a souvenir photo—after all, his face would be perfect for making that bastard ex-boyfriend jealous someday. They’d barely exchanged a word all night, aside from the necessary ones. Elena opened her mouth, but no words came out. She could only watch as Damian picked up her phone. “Hmm. Not bad.” His voice was low and husky with sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, and to Elena’s shock, he held up her phone, pressing the shutter repeatedly as he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, and nuzzled his head against hers. Wait—they allowed clients to take photos here? Elena finally snapped out of her daze, snatching the phone back from his hand, her cheeks burning. “That’s enough.” “Enough? Just enough?” Damian raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with seduction. “You weren’t saying that last night.” She’d been talking about the photos! But his words made her ears burn even hotter. Especially since his large hand was now resting on her waist, his thumb caressing her skin gently, sending shivers down her spine. Ever since last night, the rebellious streak she’d hidden deep inside had awakened. Elena lifted her chin, giving him a playful smile. She traced his jawline with her finger, her tone teasing. “You’re pretty good. I’ll give you five stars.” ??? “Five stars?” “Hmm. Oh right,” Elena remembered her friend’s reminder, adding quickly, “I’ll slip you an extra $500 as a tip later!” It was the amount she and her friend had agreed on after much discussion. In the dim morning light, Damian held her close, his back to the window. His eyes were dark and unreadable as he stared at her for a full minute. Elena blinked her big, watery eyes, her mind racing. Was the tip too little? Too much? Why was he staring at her like that... “Good,” Damian finally spoke, his voice laced with a hint of gritted teeth. “Looks like I’ll have to work even harder next time.” Before she could respond, he crashed his lips onto hers in a searing kiss.