Sienna Carter never wanted to be part of Damien Cross’s world. She built her life on independence, fighting to keep her struggling business afloat. But when a devastating financial blow leaves her with no options, she’s forced to make a deal with the most ruthless billionaire in the city. Damien Cross doesn’t believe in love. He believes in power, control, and getting what he wants. And right now, he wants Sienna. Their arrangement should be simple cold, transactional, without emotion. But from the moment she steps into his world, the lines begin to blur. Sienna challenges him in ways no one ever has. And the more he tries to keep his distance, the more obsessed he becomes. What starts as a deal quickly turns into something far more dangerous something neither of them are prepared for. Because in this game of power and passion, the greatest risk isn’t losing control. It’s falling in love.
View MoreSienna spent the entire drive back to her apartment gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her heart was still hammering, her mind replaying every second of the night before, every whispered word, every heated touch. She should have never let it happen. She had been walking a tightrope with Damien since the moment she signed that contract, but last night… last night, she had set fire to the entire rope. And now there was no going back. Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, yanking her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. Claire.For a second, she considered ignoring it, but she knew her best friend wouldn’t let her off that easily. With a sigh, she pressed the answer button and put the phone on speaker. “You disappeared last night,” Claire’s voice came through immediately, laced with curiosity. “I swear, one second you were sipping your drink, and the next poof! Gone.” Sienna swallowed hard. “I… wasn’t feeling well.” A pause.
The weight of morning pressed down on Sienna before she even opened her eyes. She wasn’t in her own bed, that much was obvious. The mattress was too firm, the sheets too soft, and the warmth enveloping her was entirely unfamiliar except it wasn’t. A slow, sinking realization curled through her as she became aware of the arm draped over her waist, the steady rise and fall of a chest behind her, the scent of cedarwood and something unmistakably masculine surrounding her like a cocoon. Damien. Her breath caught in her throat. Last night wasn’t a dream. A slow pulse of heat unfurled in her stomach, memories flashing in rapid succession his lips claiming hers with a hunger that stole her breath, the way he whispered her name like it was the only thing that mattered, the way his touch had ignited something deep inside her, something she had no control over. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to block it out, to push it into a locked corner of her mind where it couldn’t co
The moment Sienna opened her eyes, reality crashed over her like a tidal wave. She wasn’t in her apartment. She wasn’t alone. Damien’s arm was draped over her waist, his warmth still lingering on her skin. His slow, steady breathing sent a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she allowed herself to stay there, wrapped in the remnants of last night. But then, the weight of it all settled in. What had she done? She turned her head slightly, her gaze landing on Damien’s face. Even in sleep, he looked impossibly perfect his sharp jaw relaxed, his dark lashes resting against his skin. He looked different like this. Peaceful.Vulnerable in a way she’d never seen before. Her fingers twitched with the urge to trace his features, to memorize every detail. But she couldn’t. Because this they weren’t supposed to happen. Panic started to creep in, but before she could move, Damien shifted beside her, his grip tightening instinctively. His lips parted slightly, and he murmur
Sienna wasn’t sure how long she stayed in Damien’s arms, lost in the heat of his touch. Every breath she took felt heavy, charged with emotions she didn’t dare name. She should pull away. She should remind herself why this was dangerous. But she couldn’t. Because in this moment, nothing else existed but him. Damien’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her lower back, his breath warm against her skin. His hold on her wasn’t just possessive it was protective, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. Sienna swallowed hard. “Damien…” He hummed in response, his grip tightening. She hesitated. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear she couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t real. “What are we doing?” she whispered. Damien’s jaw tensed, his body going still. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “We’re crossing a line we can’t come back from,” he said, his voice low, rough.
Sienna wasn’t sure how long she stayed in Damien’s arms, lost in the heat of his touch. Every breath she took felt heavy, charged with emotions she didn’t dare name. She should pull away. She should remind herself why this was dangerous. But she couldn’t. Because in this moment, nothing else existed but him. Damien’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her lower back, his breath warm against her skin. His hold on her wasn’t just possessive it was protective, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. Sienna swallowed hard. “Damien…” He hummed in response, his grip tightening. She hesitated. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear she couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t real. “What are we doing?” she whispered. Damien’s jaw tensed, his body going still. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “We’re crossing a line we can’t come back from,” he said, his voice low, rough.
Sienna lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic storm of emotions. Damien’s touch still lingered on her skin, his kiss burned into her memory, but the moment had left her shaken in ways she couldn’t explain. She had seen something in his eyes tonight something raw, something that scared her more than the danger surrounding them. She wasn’t afraid of Damien. She was afraid of how much she felt for him. The realization made her chest tighten. This was supposed to be simple. She was supposed to keep her heart out of this, to protect herself from getting too attached. But it was already too late. A deep sigh left her lips as she turned onto her side, hoping that sleep would claim her. But just as her eyes fluttered shut, the bedroom door creaked open. She sat up instantly, her pulse spiking. Damien stood in the doorway. The dim glow from the city outside cast long shadows across his face, but even in the darkness, she could see the tension in his po
Sienna paced the length of her bedroom, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The minutes stretched endlessly, and the silence in the penthouse was almost suffocating. Damien had left without telling her where he was going. And that terrified her more than anything. She had seen the look in his eyes before he walked out dark, controlled, but beneath it, there had been something else. Something dangerous. A man like Damien didn’t just handle things. He eliminated them. A shiver ran through her. Her phone sat untouched on the nightstand, but the urge to call him was overwhelming. She knew he probably wouldn’t answer. Still, she picked it up, hesitating only a moment before dialing his number. It rang once. Twice. Then straight to voicemail. Sienna clenched her jaw. Something was wrong. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, gripping her phone like it held all the answers. The uncertainty was gnawing at her, an ache in her chest that wouldn’t go away. Th
Sienna sat in the dimly lit bedroom, her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared out the window. The city below stretched endlessly, glittering lights masking the darkness that lurked beneath. She had spent so much time convincing herself that she could handle this. That being in Damien’s world wouldn’t change her. But tonight proved otherwise. She could still hear the gunshots ringing in her ears, still feel the suffocating fear of that moment when she thought she wouldn’t make it out alive. A shiver ran through her. Damien had promised to protect her. He had stormed in like a man possessed, his fury unmatched, his control absolute. And yet… the danger hadn’t ended. She wasn’t naive enough to believe this was over. A soft knock at the door broke her out of her thoughts. She turned, expecting one of the house staff, but her breath caught when she saw Damien standing there, his presence filling the space instantly. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the taut
Sienna’s heart pounded as she stepped away from the door, gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. The man outside was silent now, but she could still feel his presence waiting, watching. Every second stretched unbearably as she listened for any movement. Would he try to force his way in? Would Damien make it in time? The penthouse felt too big, too open. She had never been afraid in Damien’s space before, but now, it felt like a cage. Another knock. This one was softer. “Sienna,” the voice called again, smooth and coaxing. “I don’t mean any harm. I just want to talk.” She didn’t respond. A low chuckle came from the other side. “He didn’t tell you about me, did he?” Sienna’s pulse spiked. Whoever this was he knew Damien. She forced her voice to stay steady. “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care. Leave.” A pause. Then— “I thought you’d be smarter than this.” Sienna’s breath caught. The doorknob rattled. Panic surged through her veins
Sienna Carter had never stepped foot inside a building so intimidating. The towering glass structure of Cross Industries loomed over the city skyline, a symbol of power, wealth, and everything that had always been out of her reach. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Yet, desperation had a way of making people do things they never imagined. Clutching the folder in her hands, she took a slow, measured breath before stepping past the polished marble entrance. The cool air inside the building sent a shiver down her spine, or maybe that was just her nerves. She wasn’t sure anymore. The receptionist, a woman dressed in an immaculate navy-blue suit, barely glanced up before pressing a button on her desk. “He’s expecting you,” she said, her voice smooth and efficient. Sienna swallowed hard. There was no turning back now. The elevator ride to the top floor was eerily silent, and with each passing second, she felt her pulse quicken. What kind of man agreed to a deal like this? She ha...
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