Novels by Kave Derry

CHAPTER 35ROSE'S POVI had just stepped into the house when my phone started buzzing, the vibration rattling against my palm before I could even shut the door behind me. Mom. Of course.I let it ring, refusing to deal with whatever crisis she had decided to throw at me today. Then it buzzed again, and again, each time more insistent than the last. With a frustrated groan, I threw my bag onto the couch and snatched up my phone, finally giving in."Mom: Your father is sick. Start saving money.”"Mom: Also, we saw the news."“Mom: Engaged to Damien Sterling? What the hell is this nonsense, Rose?I had no time to even process those words before my phone rang again, the shrill sound grating against my already frayed nerves. I let out a sharp breath before answering, my voice flat and cold. "What now?""What do you mean, what?" My father’s voice boomed through the speaker. "You have the guts to get engaged to Damien Sterling?"My entire body locked up, fingers tightening around the phone.

CHAPTER 34 ROSE'S POV As soon as Damien started, I heard footsteps approaching. The kitchen doors swung open, and the maids strolled in like nothing was happening under the table. "Oh! Good morning, Miss Rose!" one of the maids chirped, completely oblivious to the absolute chaos happening beneath the counter. My breath hitched in my throat, my entire body locking up as I fought to stay still. "Miss Rose, are you alright?" the head chef asked, his head tilting slightly as if sensing something was off. I parted my lips to respond, to say something—anything—but the only sound that escaped was a choked, broken gasp. And of course, Damien chose that exact moment to go even harder, his tongue ruthless against me. A sharp cry caught in my throat, my fingers digging into the counter as I fought to keep my sanity. "Miss Rose?" The chef’s voice sounded distant, muffled by the roaring blood in my ears. "I—I’m—" I tried to say, but my words failed me, drowning under the intensity of what was

CHAPTER 33 ROSE'S POV The first thing I felt as I woke up was a dangerously comforting warmth. My body was nestled against something firm, radiating heat like a furnace. My eyes slowly blinked open, trying to adjust to the morning light, confused and unfocused. My entire body went stiff as I realized I wasn’t just lying in my bed. I was sprawled over Damien. A wave of pure, heart-stopping panic crashed into me, sending my pulse into a wild sprint. My breath hitched, my body frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Oh. My. God. What the hell was I doing here? My entire body locked up, every muscle going taut with alarm. What the actual hell was I doing lying on top of him? My pulse hammered against my ribs, a mix of horror and something else I refused to name slamming into me. Then it all came flooding back in a rush—his hands gripping me, the way he had taken control, how he had ruined me in the best and worst ways. My skin flushed hot, my stomach coiling with something dangerou

CHAPTER 32DAMIEN'S POVI let her do it. I let her take what she wanted. She sank down onto me, inch by inch, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm.Fuck.My hands snapped to her waist, fingers digging in as my head fell back against the pillows.“Shit,” I groaned, my grip tightening, trying and failing, to keep some semblance of control as she moved deliberately slow, torturing me with every motion.And then she started riding me in earnest, her moans breathless, her body moving like she was made for this. For me.Just as she thought she was in control, I sat up suddenly, one hand wrapping around her throat, guiding her gaze to mine.Her breath stuttered, her body tensing as I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, my voice dark and unwavering.“What’s my name?”She trembled beneath me, chest rising and falling unevenly. I tightened my grip—just enough to remind her, just enough to make her shiver.She swallowed hard, her lips parting, hesitation flickering

CHAPTER 31DAMIEN'S POVMy fingers found the hem of her dress, pushing it up as my hands traced along her thighs. Smooth. Warm. She felt like fire beneath my fingertips, and I wanted to touch every inch of her.She gasped when my hands gripped her waist, and in one swift motion, I flipped her onto her back. She barely had time to catch her breath before I was on her again, capturing her mouth in another heated kiss.Her fingers fumbled at my buttons, her frustration growing as they refused to cooperate.I chuckled, watching her struggle. “Need help?”She glared at me, her lips kiss-swollen, her breathing uneven. “You have too many buttons.”I smirked, then reached up, gripping the fabric at my shoulders—and tore the shirt open with a sharp rip.Her breath hitched. “That… was hot.”Her fingers hesitated for half a second before trailing over my chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle.A deep exhale left my lips. “You’re pushing it, Rose.”She smiled, slow and knowing, then leaned in,

CHAPTER 30DAMIEN'S POVI placed Rose in the passenger seat, shutting the car door with a firm click. Her head lolled to the side, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a lazy smile. “Damien,” she mumbled.I sighed, shaking my head. This woman would be the death of me.Slipping into the driver’s seat, I started the engine, the Lamborghini’s low purr filling the air. I had barely pulled out of the club’s parking lot when she mumbled my name again.“Damien…” she sighed dreamily.I glanced at her. “What?”She giggled. “You’re so hot.”I exhaled, already regretting this night. “Rose.”“And strong.”“Go to sleep.”“You smell so good.”My grip tightened on the steering wheel.Then, with zero warning, she tilted her head toward me and murmured, “And you have a big dick too.”I slammed on the brakes. The car jerks slightly before stopping. I turned my head, slowly, and met her sleepy, drunken gaze.She blinked at me, all innocent. “What?”I inhaled deeply, willing myself to stay calm. “Rose—”“I f