The city skyline stretched endlessly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Bella barely noticed. Her heart still raced from the morning’s events on the private jet, from the heat of Damien’s touch and the thrill of surrendering to him, even if only for a moment. Now, dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress, she followed Damien through the polished marble halls of the Blackwood estate, trying to steady the flutter in her chest.
“This way,” Damien murmured, his hand brushing against hers. The contact sent a shiver down her spine, a reminder that he could ignite desire with a single touch. Bella swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. She knew that walking into this room meant confronting not just Damien’s world, but his mother—the infamous Victoria Blackwood.
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