Chapter twenty-two
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Chapter Twenty-Two
The morning sunlight spilled across the bedroom, warming the tangled sheets and the warmth of bodies that hadn’t wanted to let go.
Sienna stirred first, blinking awake to the soft hum of the city outside the mansion. Her body still hummed with the memory of last night. Every touch, every whisper, every heated kiss replayed in her mind—and her chest ached with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
Damien’s arm was draped lazily over her waist, fingers brushing her hip with gentle, unconscious pressure. She traced them with her fingertips, careful not to wake him just yet. But she couldn’t help it—she wanted to feel him again.
“You’re awake,” a low, gravelly voice murmured against her ear.
She jumped slightly as Damien’s lips brushed the nape of her neck. “Morning,” he whispered, voice husky.
“Morning,” she breathed back, the word shaky and soft. Her eyes traveled over his bare chest, his tousled hair, the shadowed planes of his face as he smiled faintly down at her.
“Sleep well?” he asked, curling a finger under her chin to tilt her face toward him.
“I did,” she said. “Better than I have in a long time.”
His smile deepened, slow and dangerous. “Good. You deserve it.”
Sienna leaned up, brushing her lips against his in a tender, lingering kiss. It was slow, deliberate, and full of the morning warmth that only Damien could make feel intoxicating.
But the moment was interrupted.
A sharp knock at the bedroom door made them both freeze.
“Damien?” Gabriel’s voice called from the other side. “There’s someone here to see you.”
Damien’s jaw tightened. He got up instantly, pulling on his shirt as Sienna wrapped the sheet around herself. “Stay,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a warning.
Sienna’s heart skipped. “Who?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know,” he said, already striding to the door. “But I don’t like surprises this early in the morning.”
The door opened, and standing there was a woman dressed in sleek black—a presence that immediately screamed authority and danger. Her eyes locked on Sienna for a brief, calculating moment before she turned to Damien.
“Blackwood,” she said, voice smooth but sharp. “We need to talk. Now.”
Damien’s expression darkened, his hand brushing Sienna’s cheek briefly before he motioned her to stay back. “Gabriel, keep her here,” he ordered.
Sienna watched, pulse racing. Something in the woman’s gaze made her uneasy. She wasn’t just another socialite or business associate. She was deliberate, precise… and she was here for Damien.
“I’ll handle this,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. His dark eyes locked on Sienna for a heartbeat. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
Sienna’s stomach twisted—but she nodded. “Be careful.”
Damien’s smirk was brief, protective, and something intimate flickered in his gaze. Then he stepped out, shutting the door behind him, leaving Sienna standing alone in the sunlight and shadows of the bedroom.
Her fingers brushed the sheets, still warm with the remnants of last night. A shiver ran down her spine—not from the cold, but from the anticipation.
Something told her that this day would test them. And if Damien didn’t hold onto her, she wasn’t sure she could hold onto him.
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