Chapter Six: The Fall Begins
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Naomi did not sign the contract.
Not that evening.
Not the following day either.
She promised herself she wouldn't. That she wouldn't be another of Julian Saint Clair's conquests.
Another name on a list of women scorched by him.
And yet, whenever she shut her eyes, she could feel his hands on her. His breath on her skin. His voice in her mind—"You'll sign… sooner than you think.".
She hated that he was right.
And worse? She wanted to know what would happen when she did.
A Dangerous Invitation
Her phone buzzed.
She ignored it at first, but then it buzzed again. A message.
She picked it up.
Julian: 9 PM. I’m sending a car.
No question. No request. Just a command.
Naomi exhaled sharply, staring at the message. Arrogant bastard.
She should ignore it. Block his number.
But she didn’t.
Owned, Without Realizing It
A glinting black automobile materialized in front of her apartment right on time, 9 PM.
Naomi ironed her black silk dress in her mirror, swearing to herself she was not wearing it to him.
Clicking heels tapped out on the pavement as she slid into the automobile, the door shutting hard behind her.
She was supposed to be terrified.
She wasn't.
She felt exhilaration.
The Devil's Playground
The car took her back to his mansion, the location she promised herself she would never be at again.
Inside, the lights were dim, the atmosphere heavy with something indescribable.
And there he was.
Julian leant against the bar, brooding and handsome in three-piece attire, looking at her as if he already did.
She hated that he did.
"Good girl," he murmured, raising his glass of whiskey.
Naomi stiffened. "I'm not your pet, Julian."
His smirk grew. "Not yet."
She folded her arms, defiant. "Why am I here?"
Julian placed his drink on the bar and approached her, slow, deliberate.
"You didn't sign the contract."
There was a moment of silence.
"And yet, you came."
Her jaw locked. "I came because I wanted answers."
He stood inches from her, head c****d. "Liar."
Her breath caught.
Because she was lying.
She had come because he had lured her into his trap, and she wasn't sure she minded being free anymore.
Julian leaned forward, his mouth against the curve of her ear.
"Let me make this clear," he whispered. "You belong to me. Signing or not."
Her hands clenched. "I belong to no one."
His laughter was wicked, knowing.
"Then why are you still here?"
A Devil's Kiss
Naomi hated him.
Hated the way he broke through her, the way he warped her own desire against her.
But even that? She hated the way she wanted him.
"Tell me," he breathed, tilting her chin up. "Say you don't want this."
Her lips parted, but she couldn't form a word.
Because it would be a lie.
Julian's smile triumphed.
And then—he kissed her.
Not gentle. Not soft.
Possessive. Controlling. Sinful.
It stole her breath, flared fire through her veins.
His arms around her waist, pulling her back hard against him, and she knew—this was the moment she fell.
Because Julian Saint Clair was a man who didn't accept no for an answer.
And Naomi had never learned how to say it.
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