The night air was sharp, biting at Damien’s skin as he approached Marcus’s heavily guarded compound. Shadows stretched across the perimeter, but he moved like a phantom, silent and deliberate. Every muscle in his body was coiled, ready to strike with precision. His mind, however, was a storm of obsession, rage, and erotic memory. He thought of Bella—how her body had trembled against him, how her lips had clung to his, how her moans had fueled a lust that mingled dangerously with his protective fury. She was the core of his existence, the obsession that could both destroy and drive him.
Security cameras lined the walls, but Damien had already memorized their patterns. His Ferrari purred quietly in the shadows, a machine as lethal and controlled as its driver. The guards patrolling the oute
