Castiel’s P.O.V
As I followed Stephan away from the pool, the sound of the water splashing behind me faded into the distance. I could still feel the unsettling energy from my encounter with Dominic lingering like an unwelcome ghost. I needed to clear my head, and I hoped talking to Stephan would help.
"What did he want?" Stephan asked, glancing sideways at me as we walked. His tone was casual, but I could sense the concern underlying his words.
I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "He just caught me off guard. I was out here looking for some fresh air, and I guess he decided to come and say hello."
“Say hello? More like give you a midnight shower.” Stephan raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my half-hearted explanation. "You were stalking him, weren’t you?" he teased, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I shook my head, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "No! I swear. I just stumbled
Castiel’s P.O.V As Stephan and I prepared for our visit to one of Damien's clients, a sense of anxiety settled over me like a heavy blanket. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that bit at my insides, knowing all too well the dangers that awaited us.As we made our way to the client's location, Stephan's voice broke through the silence, his tone grave. "Whatever you do, Castiel, don't pity these people," he warned, his words laced with a sense of urgency. "Some of them may seem deserving of mercy, but the man we're visiting today is not one of them."I furrowed my brow in confusion, struggling to understand what Stephan meant by that. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't we show him mercy if he needs it?"Stephan sighed, his expression weary. "Some might deserve mercy, but this guy? He doesn’t." He explained. "He's crossed Damien and his family one too many times, and now it's time for him to pay the price."The gravity of Stephan's
Castiel’s P.O.V Stephan yanked open the passenger door and practically shoved me into the car. “Get in! We have to move!” His voice was sharp, urgency radiating off him like heat. I stumbled inside, still reeling from what had just unfolded.“What the hell just happened?” I asked as he slammed the door behind me. I glanced back at the house, half-expecting the old woman to come running back, cackling at our stupidity. “Who was that woman?”Stephan’s knuckles turned white against the steering wheel as he threw the car into gear and took off. The tires squealed, and I braced myself against the seat, adrenaline spiking through my veins as we shot out of the driveway. “That woman?” he repeated, eyes glued to the road ahead. “She’s not just some old lady; she’s a piece of work.”I watched in disbelief as he swerved around a bus that had suddenly pulled out, narrowly avoiding a collision. “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart racing. “What did she do?”“She took out a three-million-dollar
Castiel’s P.O.V Hours had passed since the chaos of the chase, yet here I was, back at the mansion, sitting on the cold floor of my room, lost in my thoughts. The silence around me felt oppressive, like a heavy blanket pressing down on my chest. I leaned back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing, but all I could see were flashes of the day’s events playing over and over in my mind.The moment the van had crashed was etched into my memory. The sickening sound of metal crumpling, the way the explosion had shaken the whole road. I could still see the smoke and the fire, the panic on everyone’s face who had witnessed the accident.And then, just like that, it was over. A life lost, snuffed out in an instant because of everything that had spiraled out of control today.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the images, but they lingered like a bad dream. The woman, the notorious gambler, had finally paid for her crimes, but at what cost? Two people had died because of our
Castiel’s P.O.V I followed Stephan down the narrow staircase into the basement for training the next day. The air smelled like sweat and sawdust, and faint sounds of grunts and shouts echoed through the walls. My heart thudded in my chest. I knew today was the first real step toward proving I belonged, but part of me wondered if I was ready for it.We entered a massive training room, and I immediately felt a dozen pairs of eyes zero in on me. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. The weight of their stares pressed on me like a boulder, making it hard to breathe.Stephan gave me a sideways glance. "Just keep moving, Castiel. Don’t show any signs of unease."Easier said than done. Their expressions ranged from cold glares to barely concealed scowls. Some looked confused, others outright pissed off. I could practically feel the hostility hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. I clenched my fists, h
Castiel’s P.O.V The cold water hit my face like a slap, shocking my system as Damien’s hand pressed me hard against the bathroom counter. I gasped, sputtering as droplets ran down my cheeks and into my collar. His grip on the back of my neck was unrelenting, fingers digging in just enough to remind me how much control he had.He leaned close, his voice low and sharp. “You think it’s fun trying to disobey me, Castiel?”I jerked my head away from the stream of water, blinking furiously to clear my eyes. “I wasn’t disobeying you,” I muttered, shivering from both the water and his presence. “I was just trying to state my opinion.”He scoffed, the sound cold and mocking. “Your opinion?” Damien’s fingers tightened, dragging me upright so I had to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and unwavering, full of the kind of danger that left no room for argument. “You&rs
Damien’s P.O.V “Go ahead,” I said, my voice low but firm.He obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of me. Since his hands were bound, I deftly worked to unbutton my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders with reverence. My pants followed, and I leaned back, spreading my legs slightly to invite him closer. Castiel’s touch was soft, deliberate—he knew what I liked, knew how to make me unravel with subtle ease.I exhaled sharply, gripping the counter at the side as his lips brushed over my skin. He worked slow, deliberately, dragging every second out as if savoring it, making me feel every breath, every flicker of heat. Castiel wasn’t just following orders—he took pleasure in this, and I could tell. It wasn’t just my control over him that fueled this moment; he desired to please me, to become lost in that act.But then something changed. I saw it in the tension that ran through
Castiel’s P.O.V The hum of Damien's private jet was oddly soothing, a steady vibration beneath my boots as I sat opposite him. He was sipping his usual scotch, cool and composed, as always. For someone about to negotiate with a rival gang, Damien carried himself with the ease of a man walking into a friendly poker game.I, on the other hand, was anything but relaxed. My shoulders were tense, and I kept my eyes on the window, scanning the clouds as though danger could leap from them. This was my first time playing bodyguard, but with Damien involved, things were always unpredictable.A week had passed since that incident on the training arena, but after a couple days of recovery, when I had headed back to the training room, there had been an odd hush in the area as soon as I had entered, and for some reason, Felix, the guy who had nearly pounded me to the dirt, had taken a sudden sick leave.I didn’t need to know the specifics
Damien’s P.O.V I stared at Castiel, my eyes narrowing, something inside me twisting with an unfamiliar, seething rage.It wasn’t like the anger I felt when one of my men made a mistake—no, this was different. This was something deeper, something raw and volatile that seemed to come from a place I didn’t recognize. It was almost like a burning pressure in my chest, too intense to ignore, and I could feel it rising with every second that Castiel’s earlier words kept reverberating in my mind.‘Does that make it okay... for me to fuck someone else?’I clenched my fists, trying to push the fury back down. I had no idea why I was feeling like this. Why was I so angry? It wasn’t like I’d never been upset with someone before. I had fired men, disciplined them, and crossed lines that I knew shouldn’t be crossed—but I had never felt this before. This wasn’t just frustration; this was something else entirely.“Don’t test my patience, Castiel,” I growled, my voice low but thick with the weight o
Damien’s P.O.V The tires of my car crunched over the gravel driveway, a familiar sound that usually filled me with a sense of calm. Today, however, the weight of the impending conversation with Castiel hung heavy in the air, pressing down on my chest like a stone. I could already feel the tension building, even before I stepped out of the car.As I made my way to the front door, I spotted Stephan pacing in the yard. His movements were sharp, almost frantic, and his eyes flicked to me the moment I reached the driveway.He didn’t waste a second. “He knows,” he blurted out, his voice edged with frustration.I raised an eyebrow. “How bad is it?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral despite the knot in my stomach.Stephan hesitated, glancing toward the house as if he were afraid the walls themselves might be listening. “I can’t say,” he muttered, stepping closer to me. “But
Damien’s P.O.V I step out of the car and feel the cold wind cut through my jacket, sharp and unforgiving. The house looms in front of me, a fortress of stone and steel, hidden in plain sight. My security team is already surrounding the perimeter, their eyes scanning every inch of the property. The tension in the air is palpable. Something feels off, even though nothing has happened yet.I approach one of the men stationed by the door, his eyes immediately snapping at me as I draw closer. I don't even need to speak; he knows why I'm here. He straightens up, his expression guarded.“Master Damien,” he greets me with a nod. “Everything’s secure, as per usual.”I don’t waste time with pleasantries. “How’s he doing? Gabriel. Has there been any change?”The guard hesitates for a split second, and I don’t miss it. They all know to be careful with their words when talking a
Castiel’s P.O.V I take a deep breath, staring at my plate, trying to push back the thoughts swirling in my head. Tanner’s words from earlier still hang in the air, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something he’s not telling me. Something he’s holding back.“It’s not like I’m surprised I’ve changed,” I finally say, breaking the silence between us. I look up at Tanner, meeting his gaze, and can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Meeting Damien was a life-changing event. It had to be. I mean, I didn’t exactly walk away from him unchanged. But things are different now.” I pause, thinking for a moment. “I think *he’s* the one who’s changed the most. And not in a way anyone was expecting.”Tanner nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. He takes another sip of his coffee, his eyes lingering on me as though he’s waiting for
Castiel’s P.O.V I wake up, groggy from the haze of sleep, and immediately notice Damien’s absence beside me. The bed feels too wide, too empty without him. The sheets, however, are still warm, a comforting reminder that he was just here, just moments ago.A soft frown tugs at my lips as I stretch, my muscles sore in the best way—a reminder of everything we shared last night. I can still feel the lingering heat of his touch, the imprint of his affection on my skin. I reach up to touch my neck instinctively, wincing slightly as my fingers brush over a love bite. There’s a collection of them, little reminders scattered across my body, like his silent claim on me.Rolling out of bed, I take a deep breath, still unsure of what time it is, but I can already feel the pang of concern creeping in. Damien doesn’t usually slip away so quietly. The quietness feels too much like a warning, even though I know he’d never in
Castiel’s P.O.VWhen Damien told me that he wanted lots of ‘practice’, he wasn’t kidding.I never imagined that surrender could feel so complete until Damien showed me this side of our passion. I sit on a comfortable chair, my wrists securely bound with soft leather straps, and I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. The room is dim except for a single mirror positioned perfectly before me, reflecting every inch of our shared desire. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady the quickened beat of my heart, and then I feel his presence behind me—firm, insistent, and utterly commanding.“Castiel,” Damien murmurs, his voice low and rough with intent. “Tonight, I want you to watch every move, every shift of pleasure in your own eyes.”I gasp, a mix of apprehension and excitement surging through me. Even now, as my hands are restrained, his words remind me how deeply he understands my need for vulnerability. I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of the mirror. There I am—nake
Castiel’s P.O.VI was still reeling from the closeness of Damien’s presence as I lay there, half in awe and half overwhelmed by the intense heat of the moment, my thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind when his steady, measured voice cut through the haze. “So… is that really what you want?” he asks, his tone gentle but insistent.I blink, trying to focus on his eyes, still alight with a mix of desire and genuine care. My body is alive with the sensations of his touch, and even now, with him straddling me and his shaft buried inside me and his passion still evident, I feel a complex mix of longing and uncertainty. “What do you mean?” I manage, my voice catching slightly as I search his face for clues. The air between us is thick and heavy with unspoken possibilities.Damien shifts slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a seriousness that belies the intimacy of our position. “I mean… do you want children?” he says softly, almost as if testing the waters of our shared future. “Not r
Castiel’s P.O.VThe quiet of the house was starting to feel heavy, oppressive even, as the minutes stretched on and Damien still hadn’t come back to bed. I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in my chest—something about the way he’d seemed so distant earlier, so wrapped up in his work, unsettled me. I knew how he could get when he threw himself into his responsibilities, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was because I wasn’t used to him not being beside me, the space between us feeling larger than it should.Or maybe it was the lingering fear that still pressed in my mind that I had come so close to losing him, losing what we had, that being apart from him was suddenly an unsettling thought.I never thought I would get this dependent on someone, this addicted and clingy. But it seems like fate had others plans for me.After what seemed like an eternity, I finally decided to check on him. The hallway w
Castiel’s P.O.VThe night air was cool, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around the pool as I sat there, letting my thoughts drift. The soft glow of the water reflected the lights of the estate, casting a peaceful glow over the surroundings. The buzz of activity from the house had quieted, leaving only the hum of crickets and the occasional rustling of the leaves in the wind.Damien had retreated back to his office after dinner, diving into business as usual. It was almost like a routine for him, though I knew it was more than that. He had a lot on his shoulders, and sometimes I wondered if he ever allowed himself to just relax. But for now, he was doing what he did best—keeping everything running smoothly, making sure the empire he built didn’t falter.I leaned back against the edge, the soft sound of the water lapping at the edge of the pool soothing in its own way. There was a part of me that couldn’t shake the weig
Castiel’s P.O.VI listened in silence, letting Damien’s words sink in. The complexity of the bond between him and Elijah began to take shape in my mind, a twisted tangle of past events, pain, and unspoken grudges. I could see now that it wasn’t just a rivalry built on power or status—it was something far deeper, far more personal. Both of them were victims in their own ways, but in the end, it was their refusal to understand each other that had driven them to where they were now.Elijah could have been an ally, I thought. He could have stood beside Damien, two powerful forces working together. Instead, he had chosen a path of blame, one that cast Damien as the villain in a tragedy that was never his fault. It wasn’t fair, but nothing about their situation ever had been. I couldn’t help but wonder how different things could have been if Elijah had simply seen the bigger picture.The silence stretched between us