The city streets blurred around Bella as she stepped out of the elevator, heart pounding, hands clutching her bag like a lifeline. The meeting with Marcus had left her shaken, her thoughts a mess of warning bells and unwanted arousal. She had never imagined someone like him—the suave, dangerous CEO—could ignite something so confusing inside her.
And then there was Damien. The thought of him had kept her grounded, but the tension between them had only grown, a dangerous current threatening to sweep her off her feet. She had barely made it to the curb when a shadow fell over her, sharp and deliberate.
“Bella.”
The voice was low, deadly, and familiar. She turned slowly, and her breath hitched. Damien stood there, tailored suit sharp against his powerful frame, eyes dark with fury and desir
