The bathroom door clicked behind Bella, echoing in the lavish marble space. She pressed her back against the cool tile, trying to slow her racing heart, hoping to make sense of the whirlwind of sensations Damien had left her in at the gala. Her palms were clammy, her breath uneven, and her mind a chaotic swirl of fear, desire, and confusion.
The sound of heels approaching made her freeze. A voice, deep and smooth, resonated in the room before the figure appeared. “Beautiful evenings often end in… unexpected ways,” Damien murmured, leaning against the doorframe, his dark eyes locked on hers with a dangerous intensity.
Bella’s stomach dropped. “Damien…” Her voice trembled, part accusation, part plea. “You can’t—”
Before she could finish, he stepped inside, closing the gap with calculated
