BOUND TO HIM

The city lights stretched endlessly below as Sienna stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien’s penthouse, wrapped in nothing but the silk sheets from his bed. The past few hours had been a blur of heat, whispered promises, and unspoken truths.

Damien had consumed her, body and soul, and yet, even now, she wasn’t sure if she had made a mistake.

She felt him before he touched her. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breath. Then his arms slid around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

“You’re thinking too much,” Damien murmured against her neck, his lips brushing her skin.

Sienna exhaled softly. “I don’t know how not to.”

His grip tightened slightly. “Then let me distract you.”

A shiver ran through her as his fingers traced along her arm. He turned her around slowly, his dark eyes searching hers. “Tell me what you’re afraid of.”

She hesitated before whispering, “Losing myself in you.”

Something flashed in his gaze satisfaction, maybe even possession. “I won’t let that happen.”

Sienna almost laughed. “You say that like it’s your choice.”

“It is,” Damien said simply. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

Her breath hitched. There was no hesitation in his voice, no room for doubt.

But before she could respond, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Damien cursed under his breath and reached for it, his expression instantly darkening when he saw the screen.

“What is it?” she asked.

His jaw tightened. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

But she knew better.

Damien rarely showed emotion unless he wanted to. Yet right now, his entire body was coiled with tension.

“Tell me,” she pressed.

He hesitated before exhaling. “It’s someone I should have dealt with a long time ago.”

That didn’t ease her nerves. “Someone dangerous?”

His gaze flicked back to her. “Everyone in my world is dangerous, Sienna.”

That wasn’t exactly reassuring.

Before she could say anything else, he leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “Stay here.”

Sienna frowned. “Where are you going?”

“I just need to handle something.”

She crossed her arms. “Damien—”

His fingers brushed over her cheek, silencing her. “Trust me.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Sienna paced the penthouse for what felt like hours, her mind racing. Who had called him? What was he dealing with?

She knew Damien was powerful, but tonight, for the first time, she truly felt the weight of what that meant.

She was in love with a man who had enemies.

A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts.

Her heart pounded as she hesitated.

Damien wouldn’t knock.

Cautiously, she approached the door. “Who is it?”

A smooth, unfamiliar voice answered. “A friend of Damien’s.”

Her stomach twisted. She didn’t believe that for a second.

“Damien isn’t here,” she said, her voice steady.

Silence.

Then “That’s unfortunate. I was hoping to meet the woman he’s been so protective of.”

Cold fear trickled down her spine.

She took a slow step back, her mind racing. Should she call Damien? Should she stay silent?

Another knock. Louder this time.

“Sienna.” The voice was calm. Amused. “Open the door.”

She didn’t. Instead, she grabbed her phone and dialed Damien’s number.

It rang once. Twice.

Then his voice came through, sharp and controlled. “Sienna?”

“There’s someone at the door,” she whispered. “He says he’s a friend of yours.”

A pause. Then “Listen to me carefully. Do not open that door. Do you understand?”

Her pulse skyrocketed. “Damien, who is he?”

But Damien didn’t answer. Instead, she heard the unmistakable sound of a car engine roaring in the background.

“I’m on my way.”

The line went dead.

Sienna’s hands trembled as she clutched the phone.

Whoever was on the other side of that door…

They weren’t a friend.

And now, she was trapped.