All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #3: The Billionaire's Dangerous Muse : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sierra and Damian entered the quaint little coffee shop, the aroma of roasted beans wafting through the air as they stepped inside. The warm ambiance of soft lighting and cozy furniture seemed to set the perfect stage for what was bound to be an interesting meeting. Sierra led the way to the counter, glancing back at Damian, who was still wearing a slightly nervous expression. “Relax,” she whispered, nudging him with her elbow. “It’s just Mika.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Just Mika? You’ve been warning me about her intensity for days.” Sierra smirked, ordering her usual latte and gesturing for Damian to do the same. “That’s because she is intense. But don’t worry, you’ll survive.” After ordering their drinks, they found a quiet corner near the window. Sierra leaned back in her chair, watching Damian fidget with the coffee stirrer. She could tell he was trying to mask his nerves, but his subtle movements gave him away. “You didn’t order for Mika?” he asked, glancing at the em

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm ambiance over us. Damian and I were tangled in the sheets, his arm draped protectively over my waist, my head resting against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was calming, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I hadn’t meant to bring it up, not tonight. But lying there, safe in Damian’s embrace, the weight I’d been carrying for so long began to feel unbearable. “Damian,” I began softly, my voice barely above a whisper. He stirred, tilting his head down to look at me. “What is it, love?” I hesitated for a moment, chewing on my bottom lip. This wasn’t something I talked about often—not because I didn’t want to, but because it hurt too much. But Damian had been nothing but kind, nothing but patient. If there was anyone I could share this with, it was him. Taking a deep breath, I started. “There’s something I haven’t told you… about my brother.” He didn’t interrupt, just tightened his ho

The soft light of the room bathed Sierra and Damian in a warm glow as they lay entangled in the aftermath of their previous passion. Their breathing was still heavy, their bodies slick with sweat, but their hearts beat in sync, their connection deeper than ever before. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate bubble. Damian’s fingers trailed lazily down Sierra’s spine, his touch sending shivers through her. She turned to him, her eyes dark with desire, and without a word, she leaned in to kiss him. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, filled with the promise of more to come. Her lips were soft against his, her tongue gently exploring his mouth as if claiming it as her own. "I want you again," Sierra murmured against his lips, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel every part of you." Damian’s grin was wicked as he pulled back slightly, his hands already moving to undo the straps of her dress. "Then let’s give you what you crave," he said,

Damian stirred awake first, his body immediately aware of the comforting presence beside him. He turned his head, his gaze falling on Sierra, still fast asleep. She looked peaceful, her dark hair cascading over the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she breathed evenly. His eyes trailed over her, noticing the faint marks on her skin from the night before—his marks. A sense of satisfaction and pride welled up inside him, coupled with a deep, almost overwhelming contentment. Is this what people meant when they said you’d feel complete once you found your person? If so, then it was true—he couldn’t imagine feeling any happier or more at peace than he did now. Leaning down, he brushed a gentle kiss against her temple, lingering for a moment to take in her scent. He was careful not to wake her, knowing she must be exhausted after last night. A small smile played on his lips as he straightened up and quietly slid out of bed. He grabbed his discarded sweatpants from the chair and slipped

The news about Liam hit like a ton of bricks. My brother, the one person in the world who had always been there for me, was accused of embezzling funds he didn’t touch. It didn’t make sense. He didn’t even have the access to the money they were claiming he took. It felt like a sick joke, but the truth of it was terrifying. My brother was being dragged through the mud for something he didn’t do. Lena, his wife and the person I considered my sister, was livid. The moment the accusation came to light, we both found ourselves locked in a battle we hadn’t been prepared for. Her anger was like wildfire, unpredictable and consuming. I could see the rage in her eyes, but as always, I was the one who kept calm. Where she was a force of nature, I was the strategist. We were two sides of the same coin, different in our approaches but powerful when we worked together. I sat with her, both of us on the couch in the living room of their apartment. The walls felt suffocating, like they were closin