The shadows of the penthouse danced against the walls, cast by the flickering city lights outside, but the only heat I felt was the man looming over me. Damian’s weight was a welcome pressure, a solid reality in a world built on smoke and mirrors.
His hands, usually so steady and cold when signing billion-dollar deals, were trembling as they traced the curve of my jaw. "I’ve spent every night since we met trying to convince myself that you were just a means to an end," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly confession against my skin. "But the thought of anyone else touching you... the thought of you walking away with that check... it was killing me, Elena."
I reached up, my fingers trembling as I finished unbuttoning his shirt, pushing the fabric off his broad shoulders. His skin was h
