The tension in Damien’s penthouse was suffocating. Bella could feel it thick in the air, electric, dangerous, and intoxicating all at once. Her wrists still bore the faint marks from the silk ties Damien had used the previous night, a lingering reminder of the night’s raw passion and possessive dominance. She tried to collect her thoughts, to regain some semblance of control, but the moment Damien stepped into the room, all her careful defenses began to crumble.
His gaze burned into her, dark, commanding, and impossibly intimate. “You can’t hide from me,” he murmured, voice low, thick with lust and obsession. “You feel it too, don’t you? The pull between us? The craving?” His eyes roamed over her body, not with objectification but with ownership, as if each inch belonged solely to him. Be
