Sierra had always known that Damien thrived on control.
From the way he ran his empire to the way he touched her in secret, everything about him was built on dominance. He wanted obedience, precision, silence. For weeks, she had given him all of that. She had been pliant beneath his hands, quiet under his commands, a body and soul surrendered to the storm of him.
But lately, something had shifted.
Her whispers had changed the air between them. He had seen it in her eyes, heard it in the way her answers no longer trembled with fear but carried something else something sharper, more deliberate.
And Damien, instead of recoiling, had leaned in closer.
Because for a man who lived under control, defiance wasn’t rejection.
It was temptation.
The confrontation at dinner still clung to the w
