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Chapter 4

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Damien’s eyes flicked down to the freshly signed contract, then back to me. His smirk? Gone. His usual cool, unreadable expression? Nowhere to be found.

What was left?

Obsession. Raw, unfiltered, dangerous obsession.

He lifted the contract, scanned my signature, and then, in one slow, deliberate movement, set it down on the table. His fingers tapped against the paper—once, twice—before he leaned forward, eyes locked onto mine.

"Now," he said, voice dropping into something dark and undeniably possessive, "seal it."

I frowned. "What?"

He tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming. Like he was amused. Like he had been waiting for this moment.

"A contract isn't official until it's sealed, Sofia." His voice was all silk and sin. "So kiss me."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

His jaw tightened. "Kiss me," he repeated. "Or do you need me to spell it out for you?"

Oh.

Oh, this man was not playing.

I should have hesitated. Should have thought about what I was doing. But the way he was looking at me? Like I was already his, like this was inevitable?

It sent a thrill down my spine.

So I leaned in.

And then he moved first.

One second, I was just sitting there, and the next? Damien’s hand was in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips crashed against mine.

It was not a soft kiss.

It was demanding.

Possessive.

A statement.

His tongue teased my lips before he deepened the kiss, taking what he wanted, owning it, like he had been waiting for this moment for years. And maybe he had.

I gasped against his mouth, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt, but that only made him groan, pulling me closer.

The worst part?

I liked it. Too much.

When he finally pulled back, my lips were swollen, my breathing uneven, and his smirk? It was back.

"Now it's official," he murmured.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he straightened, tugged his sleeves back into place, and—like it was the most normal thing in the world—said,

“Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Blackwood.”

My stomach flipped.

I opened my mouth, but before I could even form a sentence, he stood up and walked to the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey like he hadn’t just ruined me in under a minute.

"When are you moving in?" he asked casually, sipping his drink.

I frowned. "Moving in?"

Damien’s dark eyes slid back to me. "You’re not going back to that apartment," he said simply. "You live here now."

I blinked. "I—what?"

"You heard me," he said smoothly, walking back over, stopping just in front of me. "I don’t want you taking a single thing from your place. Not your clothes. Not your furniture. Nothing."

He reached down, tilting my chin up so I had to look at him.

"I’ll buy everything from scratch for you," he said, voice low. Dangerous. "Just be here." His thumb brushed over my lower lip, his eyes darkening. "Never leave my side."

My heart was pounding.

This man was insane.

But the scariest part?

I wasn’t sure I wanted to run. I loved how he treats me but I still don't understand why

I should have said no. Should have pushed back, argued, done something other than just stand there, staring up at Damien like I was already falling under his spell.

But instead?

I accepted.

I let him win.

"Okay," I said, my voice quieter than I intended.

His eyes flickered with something dark. Something satisfied.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Before I could even process what was happening, he grabbed my hand, threading his fingers through mine, and started leading me through the penthouse.

“This is your home now,” he said as we walked, his grip firm, like he wasn’t planning on letting me go anytime soon.

He showed me the living room—huge, sleek, all black-and-gold luxury. The kitchen? Equally ridiculous. Everything was expensive, extravagant, and completely untouched, like he had never actually cooked a day in his life.

But when he led me down the hall, stopping at a massive set of double doors, I knew where we were going.

"The bedroom," he said, pushing the doors open.

I stepped inside, taking in the sheer size of it. The bed alone looked big enough to drown in, draped in black silk sheets. There was a fireplace, a massive floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city, and a walk-in closet that probably cost more than my entire apartment.

"This is where you'll sleep," he said smoothly, watching me.

I frowned. "Which room is mine?"

Damien’s expression didn’t change. "This one."

I turned to him fully. "Wait, what?"

He stepped closer, backing me up against the doorframe, his body heat sinking into me.

"We're married now, Sofia," he said, voice dropping. Dangerous. Final. "That means we share everything. Including a bedroom."

I opened my mouth to argue, but the second I did, he reached up and brushed his fingers down my arm—slow, deliberate, sending a shiver straight down my spine.

"You agreed to this," he reminded me, his voice smooth as whiskey. "And married couples? They do everything together."

My breath caught.

Everything.

I should have fought him on it. Should have made some kind of rule, drawn a line, something.

But instead?

I nodded.

And just like that, Damien’s smirk returned.

“That’s what I thought.”

We ended up back in the living room, two glasses of whiskey between us, the city lights stretching out beyond the massive windows.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the adrenaline, or just Damien himself, but the air between us felt heavier. Tighter.

"To new beginnings," he said, raising his glass.

I clinked mine against his. "To terrible decisions."

He laughed—low, deep, completely unbothered. "We’ll see about that."

I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my chest. And when I glanced at Damien, he was already watching me.

Like he had been waiting.

Like he had just been giving me time to catch up.

And then?

He reached out, sliding my glass from my hand, setting it down.

"Come here," he murmured.

I didn’t even think. Didn’t hesitate.

I moved.

And the second I did, Damien was on me.

His hands gripped my waist, pulling me onto his lap, his mouth crashing into mine. Hard. Desperate. Like he had been holding back for far too long, and now? Now he was done pretending.

I gasped against his lips, and he groaned, deepening the kiss, his fingers digging into my skin like he needed me closer. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, and when I whimpered, he growled, flipping me onto the couch so fast my head spun.

I barely had a second to breathe before he was over me, his mouth at my neck, his hands everywhere.

"You belong to me now," he murmured against my skin.

And the worst part?

I let him.

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    (Damien’s POV)The drive back to the penthouse was quiet, but my mind was anything but.Sofia sat in the passenger seat, gazing out the window. She hadn’t spoken much since I found her. I could still feel her hesitation, the slight stiffness in her posture. She wasn’t ready to forgive me for forcing her to return.I wasn’t ready to let her go.My hand rested on her thigh, grounding her—grounding myself. She didn’t push me away.That was enough for now.When we arrived at the penthouse, something felt off.The scent of my Beta filled the air, thick with urgency.Sofia didn’t seem to notice, too tired to care. “I need a bath,” she muttered, moving toward the stairs.I caught her wrist gently. “Go ahead. I’ll join you soon.”She frowned but didn’t question it. Instead, she nodded and disappeared into the bedroom.The moment she was gone, I turned to find Beta standing near the entrance of the living room, waiting.His face was set in a hard line. “We need to talk.”I exhaled, rubbing a h

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    Sofia had always been a free spirit, never one to be tied down or held back. But when she ran away from home, she didn't realize just how much she was leaving behind. She found herself alone and lost in a new city, unsure of where to turn.That's when Damien found her. refusing to let her go He had been obsessed with her since the moment they met, and there was no way he was going to let her slip through his fingers now. He tracked her down to a rundown hostel on the outskirts of town and refused to leave her side.Sofia was hesitant at first, but there was something about Damien that she couldn't resist. Maybe it was his rugged good looks, or the way he made her feel wanted and desired. Whatever it was, she found herself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic personality.One thing led to another, and before they knew it, they were tearing each other's clothes off in a frenzy of passion. Sofia had never felt this way before, so alive and free. She let out a moan as D

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    (Sofia’s POV) The city swallowed me whole. I weaved through the crowds, keeping my hood low, my steps quick but not rushed. Panic would draw attention. And right now, attention was the last thing I needed. Damien was looking for me. I could feel it. The weight of his presence pressed against my chest like a tether pulling me back. Even with blocks between us, even with no one chasing me down yet, I knew. He was coming. But I wasn’t ready to be found. I slipped into a small coffee shop on the edge of town, picking the furthest seat in the back. From here, I could see the door, watch who came in, make sure no one was following me. The barista took my order without much interest, sliding me a steaming cup before turning back to the register. I exhaled, wrapping my fingers around the warmth, letting myself breathe. I needed a plan. I needed somewhere he wouldn’t think to look. But where the hell could I go? Damien knew me. He knew my habits, my favorite places,

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    (Sofia’s POV)Damien promised to let me in—to stop shutting me out.Then he broke that promise.Again.I should’ve seen it coming. Damien Blackwood doesn’t know how to share control. He’s possessive, obsessive, and infuriatingly overprotective. The worst part? I love him for it.But love doesn’t mean blind obedience.It doesn’t mean I’ll sit back while he makes every decision.Yet, that’s exactly what he did.Again.The argument started as a discussion. I pushed him for more answers, demanded to know what he planned to do about The Broker.He avoided the question.Then he refused to tell me anything.When I kept pressing—when I reminded him that I deserved to know—he looked me in the eyes and said, “Stay out of it, Sofia.”Like I’m some fragile thing.Like I’m not part of this.Like I’m not his mate.I snapped.The words flew b

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