Sienna’s heart pounded as she stood frozen in Damien’s office, his piercing gaze locked onto hers. The air between them was charged, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. She had told herself she wouldn’t let this happen again—that she wouldn’t let him get under her skin. And yet, here she was.
“You’re running from me again,” Damien said, his voice calm but firm. Sienna crossed her arms over her chest, trying to create some kind of barrier between them. “I’m not running. I’m making the smart choice.” Damien took a slow step toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. “And what’s that?” “Keeping my distance.” A smirk ghosted across his lips, but there was something else in his expression something that looked a lot like frustration. “Funny. You say that, but you’re still here.” Sienna hated that he was right. She should have left the moment she realized they were alone in his office. But something about Damien made her want to stand her ground, even when she knew it was dangerous. “You make it impossible to ignore you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Damien reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against her wrist. The simple touch sent a shiver up her spine. “Then stop trying.” Sienna exhaled shakily. “Damien…” He stepped closer, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His scent expensive cologne mixed with something uniquely him filled her senses, making it impossible to think clearly. “I know you feel it too,” Damien murmured, his fingers trailing up her arm. “This pull between us.” Sienna clenched her fists, trying to regain control. “It doesn’t change anything. You’re still… you.” “And you’re still you.” His hand lifted to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “But that hasn’t stopped us before.” Her breath hitched. No, it hadn’t. And that was the problem. Damien wasn’t just another man. He was dangerous, intoxicating, and completely off-limits. Yet, every time she tried to resist, he pulled her back in like gravity. “This isn’t fair,” she whispered. Damien’s thumb traced along her jawline, his touch feather-light but electrifying. “Nothing about us has ever been fair, Sienna.” Her resolve cracked. Before she could stop herself, she was leaning into him, her body betraying every logical thought in her head. Then, suddenly, his lips were on hers. The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if Damien was savoring the moment. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer, and Sienna felt herself unravel. She should have stopped. Should have pulled away. But with Damien, she always lost control. His grip tightened, and the kiss deepened, turning into something more urgent, more desperate. He pressed her against the edge of his desk, his hands roaming over her back as if he couldn’t get enough. Sienna’s fingers tangled in his hair, a soft moan escaping her lips as he kissed his way down her neck. “You drive me insane,” Damien muttered against her skin. Sienna’s breath was ragged. “Then we’re both insane.” Just as Damien’s lips found her collarbone, a loud knock on the office door shattered the moment. Sienna’s eyes widened in panic as she pushed Damien away. He let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Come in,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. The door swung open, and in walked Ethan, Damien’s right-hand man. He paused, taking in the scene Sienna’s flushed face, Damien’s slightly tousled appearance and smirked knowingly. “Hope I’m not interrupting,” Ethan said, amusement lacing his tone. Damien shot him a glare. “What do you want?” Ethan held up a file. “Business. You know, that thing you’re supposed to be focusing on.” Sienna took the opportunity to step back, putting much-needed distance between herself and Damien. Her heart was still racing, her body still aching for more, but she forced herself to get it together. “I should go,” she murmured, smoothing down her dress. Damien looked at her, something unreadable in his expression. “We’re not done talking about this.” Sienna swallowed hard. “I think we are.” And with that, she walked out of his office, knowing full well that she was lying to both him and herself.Sienna’s heart raced as she stepped into her apartment, shutting the door behind her with more force than necessary. The moment she was alone, the reality of what had just happened with Damien hit her like a storm. She paced the length of her living room, her mind playing back every second of their last encounter. The way he had looked at her, the dominance in his touch, the way his words sent shivers down her spine. Her phone buzzed. She snatched it off the table, already knowing who it was. ‘Damien; We’re not done. Her breath caught in her throat. Of course, they weren’t. How could they be? He was relentless, and no matter how much she tried to resist, he always found a way to break through her defenses. She typed a response before she could stop herself. Sienna;Yes, we are. She stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots to appear, but they never did. Maybe he had finally given up. Or maybe… this was just the calm before the storm. She ran her fingers through
Sienna’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Damien’s lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate hunger. Every touch, every caress sent a wildfire through her veins, consuming her in ways she never thought possible. She should stop this. She should push him away. But instead, she clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her upright. Damien’s hands roamed down her back, molding her to him, his body a wall of heat and raw dominance. His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him, leaving no space between them. A broken sigh escaped her lips. He growled low in his throat, his mouth trailing down to her jaw, then to the sensitive spot just below her ear. He nipped at her skin, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. “Damien…” her voice was breathless, pleading. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his dark gaze filled with intensity. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her lower lip. She swallowed hard. Sa
Sienna couldn’t sleep. She had tossed and turned all night, but no matter how many times she shut her eyes, Damien's words echoed in her head. "I won’t force you, but don’t think for a second that this is over."Her body still tingled from his touch, from the way he had looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered. It scared her how easily he got under her skin, how he made her question everything she thought she wanted. With a frustrated sigh, she sat up in bed, hugging her knees to her chest. This had to stop. She had worked too hard, built too many walls, to let a man like Damien Pierce tear them down. But deep down, she knew it was already too late. A sharp knock at her door made her jolt. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Was it him? Slowly, she climbed out of bed, her bare feet padding against the cold floor as she moved toward the door. She hesitated for a moment before opening it. To her surprise, it wasn’t Damien. It was Olivia. Sienna’s b
Sienna spent the rest of the morning trying to convince herself that this lunch wasn’t a big deal. It was just a meal. Just food. With her boss. Who happened to be the most powerful man she’d ever met. And who made her heart race with nothing but a look. Her nerves didn’t settle as she stood by the curb, waiting for Damien’s driver to arrive. The sleek black car pulled up smoothly, and a suited chauffeur stepped out, opening the door for her. “Ms. Carter,” he greeted. She hesitated for a second before sliding into the leather seat. The moment the door shut, she felt trapped. Like she was being taken straight into the lion’s den. She exhaled, trying to ignore the way her palms felt sweaty. This was a mistake. A huge mistake. But it was too late to back out now. When the car pulled up to an exclusive restaurant one that she knew had a waitlist stretching months Sienna’s stomach clenched. She barely had time to compose herself before the driver opened her
The city skyline glowed against the midnight sky, casting a golden hue over Damien’s penthouse. Sienna stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her arms wrapped around herself as she gazed at the world below. Everything felt surreal the extravagant suite, the intoxicating man who had turned her world upside down, and the undeniable pull between them that she couldn’t escape. She heard Damien’s footsteps behind her before she felt his warmth. He was always so close, his presence consuming, yet he had the ability to make her feel utterly exposed without even touching her. “You’re thinking too much,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. Sienna let out a soft breath, her eyes still fixed on the city lights. “How could I not?” Damien’s fingers brushed against her shoulder, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down her spine. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” he urged. She turned to face him, her heart pounding. “You,” she admitted, the truth slipping out before she could stop herself.
Sienna stirred awake to the sensation of warm fingertips tracing idle patterns on her bare back. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of Damien’s penthouse bedroom, casting a soft glow over the space. The air smelled of him clean, masculine, and utterly intoxicating. She let out a soft sigh, her body still humming from the night before. But as her mind cleared, reality settled in. She was in Damien’s bed. Again. And this time, there was no denying what it meant. “Awake already?” Damien’s deep, sleepy voice rumbled from beside her. Sienna turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze. He was propped up on one elbow, watching her with an expression that was both possessive and unreadable. His tousled dark hair and the lazy smirk on his lips made him look impossibly sexy. “I should go,” she murmured, though her body made no move to leave. Damien’s fingers trailed down her spine, making her shiver. “Go where?” She exhaled, trying to steady herself. “Home. Work.
Sienna spent the rest of the day trying and failing to focus on work. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept drifting back to Damien. His touch, his words, the way he looked at her like he could consume her whole. She hated how easily he got under her skin. By the time evening rolled around, she was a bundle of nerves. She had no idea what Damien had planned for tonight, and the mystery of it all only made her more anxious. Her phone buzzed just as she was finishing her makeup. Damien Be ready in five minutes. Wear something elegant.Sienna exhaled sharply. Of course, he didn’t ask if she was free he simply expected her to comply. She debated telling him she wasn’t coming. That she wasn’t his to summon. But the truth was, she wanted to see him. Even if it was dangerous. She slipped into a sleek black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired it with heels, and grabbed her clutch. Just as she stepped outside, a black luxury car pulled up to t
Sienna wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Damien had pulled her into that private room, but every second felt like a dangerous, intoxicating blur. His kiss was demanding, his hands possessive as they roamed her body, pulling her against him like he was afraid to let her go. Her mind screamed that this was reckless. That she should push him away before she drowned completely in his world. But her body? Her heart? They betrayed her. She clung to him, her fingers threading through his dark hair as he deepened the kiss, claiming her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. His touch was fire and silk, rough and gentle all at once. When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Damien’s eyes burned with something raw. “I don’t want to play games with you, Sienna,” he murmured. “But I need to know you’re ready for this.” She swallowed hard. “For what?” His thumb traced along her lower lip. “For what it means to be mine.” A chill ran through her.
Back in Damien’s penthouse, the silence between them was no longer thick with doubt but with fire. The kind that smolders deep in the bones, dangerous and determined.Sienna stood by the window, the night skyline glittering behind her like a taunting illusion of peace. In her hands, the recorder still felt warm. The sound of her mother’s voice echoed in her head like a phantom she couldn’t shake. The words were etched into her like a scar.Damien poured two glasses of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling as if the glass couldn’t contain its rage. He handed her one, but Sienna didn’t drink.“We have proof,” she said flatly. “Proof that your mother orchestrated everything. My mother’s death. The threats. Maybe even more than we know.”Damien downed his drink in one sharp motion. His voice was rough. “We also have a problem. My mother isn’t someone we can take down easily. The moment she realizes we have this, she’ll strike.”Sienna turned to him, fire blazing in her eyes. “Let her. I’m no
The luxury car sped through the outskirts of the city, Sienna seated beside Damien in the backseat, clutching her mother’s notebook tightly to her chest like a lifeline. The silence between them was thick with everything unspoken truths too dangerous, fears too real.Damien’s jaw was clenched, his eyes forward, but Sienna could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.They weren’t just chasing ghosts anymore.They were preparing for war.“I can’t believe your family did this,” Sienna said quietly, flipping to the last few pages of the notebook. “Everything in here points to one person pulling the strings, and I think it was never just about power. It was about control. Control over your father. Control over you.”Damien finally looked at her. His voice was low, a little hollow. “That’s exactly what it was. My mother always wanted to be the one holding the reins. Even when it meant destroying everyone in her way.”Sienna’s fingers tightened around the notebook.“Your mother threatene
The next morning was quiet too quiet. The kind of silence that settles after a storm, or before the chaos that’s about to descend. Sienna sat on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping her mother’s old notebook as though it might slip away from her at any moment.The pages inside were yellowed with age, but the words were sharp burning with truths Sienna had never dared to uncover. The journal revealed fragments of conversations, cryptic notes, and warnings her mother had left behind. It was clear now. Sienna’s mother hadn’t died by chance.One line jumped out at her, written hastily and almost as if her mother had feared being interrupted:If anything happens to me, don’t trust Damien’s family. They will bury the truth.Sienna’s breath caught in her throat.She needed answers. She needed to confront Damien. But she also needed to know if Alec’s claims had any shred of truth.She paced the room, wrestling with the heaviness in her chest. How could Damien someone she had given so much
The night air outside the penthouse was cool and crisp, but inside Damien’s world, the heat of revenge and danger simmered beneath the surface. He couldn’t sleep. Not with Alec still breathing. Not when he knew this wasn’t over.Sienna stirred beside him, sensing the tension in his body as she slowly blinked awake.You’re still up?Damien didn’t answer immediately. He was staring at the encrypted message that had just hit his private line an anonymous email with one chilling sentence:You haven’t buried all your secrets, Damien. Some were only sleeping.Attached was a video file. One he hadn’t yet opened.Sienna sat up, her voice soft but alert.What is it?He looked at her and for a moment, considered lying.Then he handed her the phone.Watch it with me.They pressed play together.The footage was grainy but clear. It showed a much younger Damien barely out of his twenties standing in what looked like a luxury hotel room. Another man appeared on screen, face blurred, voice distorted
The air at the dock was thick with salt, smoke, and silence. Alec stared at the man standing in front of him the one he believed had disappeared for good.Luther Kane.Damien’s former security chief.Fired. Exiled. Silenced after a scandal Alec had orchestrated years ago to bury a major cover-up.You were supposed to be dead, Alec said slowly.Luther smirked.I was supposed to stay quiet. But you made one mistake.Alec narrowed his eyes.And what’s that?Luther stepped forward.You forgot I kept receipts.He pulled a slim flash drive from his coat and tossed it to Alec.On there are voice notes, signed contracts, offshore wire transfers, and about seven different crimes that would make the FBI salivate.Alec’s jaw clenched.You think blackmailing me will end well for you?This isn’t blackmail, Kane said, voice cold. It’s justice.I’m not handing it to the police.I’m handing it to Damien.Alec lunged, grabbing Luther’s collar, but the man barely flinched.Try it, and I’ll leak the fil
The courtroom was suffocating.Damien adjusted the cuffs of his suit, his expression unreadable as he stood before a judge that already seemed to be sizing him up like prey. The gallery behind him was packed reporters, investors, corporate spies in tailored suits pretending to be concerned citizens.But he didn’t care about the whispers.Not when Alec was sitting just a few feet away, smirking in his corner like a predator who believed the trap had finally snapped shut.The charges read like a death sentence to any empire: corporate fraud, tax evasion, money laundering, illegal international transfers. All carefully constructed. All rooted in truth that Alec had twisted like poisoned wire.Sienna sat behind Damien, eyes locked on him, chin held high. Her presence alone gave him strength. He could feel it her fire, her loyalty, her love burning behind him like a shield no courtroom could tear down.The judge’s voice echoed.Mr. Blackwood, how do you plead?Damien stepped forward.Not g
Damien stood at the edge of the rooftop helipad, the wind tugging at his coat as the city lights flickered beneath him. It was past midnight, but sleep was a luxury he hadn’t known in days.Behind him, Logan approached cautiously.We traced the leak. The person who sent the courtroom footage to Alec works for one of your oldest affiliates someone you trusted.Damien didn’t even flinch.Name?Brent Lawson.Damien’s jaw clenched. Brent had been with the company for over seven years. Quiet. Reliable. Efficient.Or so he thought.Logan continued, Alec paid him to dig into old employee files, financial records, sealed case histories. Everything.How much did he take?Enough to ruin you.Damien turned slowly, eyes sharp like a blade.Then it’s time we start taking things back.Downstairs, Sienna sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by papers, files, and old court documents she hadn’t seen in years. The ones Alec was now threatening to release.Her heart ached, not from the pain of her pa
The walls were closing in.Sienna sat on the edge of her bed, the envelope Alec had sent still open beside her. Her eyes were fixed on the photograph a man in a hospital bed, frail and bruised, but alive. Her fingers curled tightly around the frame, knuckles white.It couldn’t be real.He was supposed to be dead.Her father.The man who broke her. The man who taught her fear, pain, and silence. She had testified against him. She had helped lock him away. She had built her entire life from the ashes he left behind.And now Alec was using him as a ghost from the past to shatter her future.Her phone vibrated on the nightstand.Damien: I saw the footage. I know everything now. Come home.She didn’t respond. Not yet.There was too much weight on her chest, and it felt like if she moved too quickly, she’d collapse under it.She stood up, shoved the photo back into the envelope, and stormed into the bathroom. Cold water hit her face. Hard. Jarring. She needed to wake up. She needed to think
The city buzzed with noise, but inside the penthouse, it was too quiet.Damien sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, staring down at the cryptic message Alec had posted. His phone dimmed and brightened again. Notifications were flooding in investors asking questions, journalists poking around, old acquaintances reaching out as if they had always cared.But none of that mattered.What mattered was the chill in Alec’s words.Just wait.Sienna walked in from the bathroom, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, her robe tied loosely around her waist. She saw the look in Damien’s eyes and knew instantly.He’s retaliating, she said.Not with facts. With fire. And shadows.Damien turned the screen toward her.Sienna read the words again, slowly. Her stomach twisted.This isn’t just a threat to you, Damien.I know.He’s going to come after me, she whispered.Damien stood and cupped her face in his hands.Let him try. I will bury him before he lays a single finger on you.She nodded,