I was just the maid. He was the billionaire heir—cold, untouchable, and engaged to another woman. I had no business wanting him. He had no reason to touch me. Yet, the first time Damian Blackwood’s scorching gaze met mine in the darkened hallway of his mansion, I knew—I was already his. It started as a mistake. A single, reckless night where his lips crushed mine, his hands claimed my body, and I let him ruin me completely. But Damian doesn’t do mistakes. He doesn’t do love. He takes, possesses, devours—and once he has a taste, he never lets go. Now, I’m trapped in his world of forbidden passion, dangerous secrets, and ruthless obsession. Every stolen kiss is a betrayal. Every whispered command is a sin. And every night in his bed brings me closer to destruction. Because in Damian’s world, love is weakness. And I just might be the one thing he’s willing to break all his rules for. A scorching-hot billionaire romance filled with lust, obsession, and devastating passion. Perfect for fans of dark, forbidden love stories.
Lihat lebih banyakAria's POVI ran.I didn’t stop to pick up the broken porcelain. Didn’t stop to listen to Serena’s laughter or risk looking into Damian’s dark, unreadable gaze.I just ran.My breath came in shallow bursts as I hurried down the corridor, my pulse thrumming so hard it felt like my heart was trying to claw its way out of my chest.I needed to forget what I had seen.Forget the way his hands gripped her like he owned every inch of her body.And most of all—I needed to forget what I had just learned.Serena wasn’t just one of his women.She was his fiancée.The future mistress of this house.A woman who belonged in his world—beautiful, powerful, untouchable.And I was just the maid.A nobody.A lump formed in my throat, bitter and heavy.How had I been so stupid?For days, I had felt something whenever Damian looked at me. A tension, a heat, a pull that didn’t make sense.And for one reckless, fleeting second, I had wondered—had let myself believe—that maybe I wasn’t imagining it.But I w
Aria's POVI couldn’t breathe.The moment his lips touched hers, something sharp and unfamiliar sliced through me, knocking the air straight from my lungs.I had seen Damian before—cold, unreadable, untouchable—but I had never seen him like this.So brazen.So bold.So completely unbothered by the fact that I was standing right there.Why?Why did it feel like he had done it for me?My fingers curled around the handle of the silver tray. I needed to move, needed to get out of here before I embarrassed myself.I turned on my heel and hurried out of the room, my steps quicker than they should have been, my pulse hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.What the hell was that?My hands were shaking by the time I reached the kitchen. I set the tray down a little too hard, the porcelain cups rattling loudly against the surface.“Miss Daniels?” Mrs. Hathaway’s sharp voice pulled me out of my daze.I flinched, straightening. “Yes, ma’am?”She narrowed her eyes, scanning my face like she
Damian’s POV.It had only been two damn days since our first real encounter, but it might as well have been a lifetime.She had barely said a word to me. Barely even looked at me. Just lowered her head, muttered a quiet “Yes, sir,” and left the room like I was nothing more than a shadow in her world.I told myself I didn’t care.That I wasn’t affected by the way she gripped that dusting cloth with white-knuckled tension, or the way her breath hitched ever so slightly when she caught me staring at her.But that was a lie.Because that night—and the one after that—I dreamt of her.And I woke up aching for something I couldn’t have.They weren’t innocent.I wasn’t the kind of man who had innocent dreams.In them, she was under me, her back arching as my name left her lips in breathless gasps. My hands were on her thighs, spreading her wide, my mouth tasting every inch of her. She was drenched for me, shivering as I whispered filthy things against her skin.I could feel the warmth of her,
Aria's POVThe Blackwood Mansion was a world of its own.Cold. Extravagant. Utterly suffocating.Every surface gleamed, from the grand marble staircase to the endless halls lined with priceless artwork. The place was too perfect, too pristine—like a museum where no one truly lived. I gripped the feather duster in my hand, pretending to focus on the antique bookshelf in front of me. Dusting, cleaning, polishing—that was my job. Not sneaking glances at a man who was so far out of my reach, I had no business even breathing the same air as him.Don’t look at him.I dusted another shelf. He’s probably not even here.Another.Another.And then—The air in the room shifted.A low hum of energy prickled at my skin, the fine hairs at the back of my neck standing on end. I knew that presence. Heavy. Commanding. Undeniable.I turned slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him in the reflection of the polished glass cabinet.Damian Blackwood.Tall. Imposing. Sharp, cruelly handsome. His dark
His breath was fire against my skin.Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left.I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.I should have stopped this.I should have pushed him away.Instead, my thighs parted, instinct betraying logic, and his body settled between them like it belonged there.“You shouldn’t be here,” I gasped against his mouth, though the way my body wrapped around him told a different story.His answer was a growl—low, dangerous, edged with something primal. “You think I care?”His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher until cool air licked at my f
His breath was fire against my skin.Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left.I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.I should have stopped this.I should have pushed him away.Instead, my thighs parted, instinct betraying logic, and his body settled between them like it belonged there.“You shouldn’t be here,” I gasped against his mouth, though the way my body wrapped around him told a different story.His answer was a growl—low, dangerous, edged with something primal. “You think I care?”His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher until cool air licked at my f...
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