All Chapters of Owned By Night: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Damien's lips were everywhere–urgent, relentless, devouring. His hands gripped my thighs as he pinned me against the wall, our bodies molded together in a feverish tangle of need.I should have been afraid of how this was moving, how consuming it was. But I wasn't.I craved this.Craved him.My fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth traveled down my neck, his teeth scraping lightly over my skin. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I felt the rumble of his approval against my throat.“Damien…” my voice was breathless and needy.He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me towards the bed. The moment my back hit the mattress, he hovered over me, his gaze dark and unreadable.“This isn't just sex, Ava,” he murmured, his fingers tracing a slow path up my thigh. “This is a warning.”I shivered beneath him, my body thrumming with anticipation. “A warning for what?”He didn't answer, instead he found my lips again, stealing the air from my lungs as he pressed his weight against me.I should have pu

The city stretched out beneath us, glittering with a thousand lights. But I barely noticed.Damien’s hands were on me—firm, demanding, owning me.I pressed against the cold glass, my breath fogging up the surface as his mouth trailed fire along my neck."You’re a fool for coming back," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.I turned my head slightly, meeting his gaze in the reflection. "And you’re a liar for pretending you don’t want me here."His grip on my waist tightened. "This isn’t about want."I shivered as he ran a slow hand down my thigh, slipping beneath the hem of my dress."It never is with you, is it?" I whispered.He didn’t answer.Instead, he spun me around, crashing his lips against mine in a kiss that was all heat and possession.It was a warning.A promise.And I was drowning in him.---By the time we collapsed onto his bed, my body was a trembling mess, marked by his touch.Damien lay beside me, his breath still heavy, his arm draped possessively over my waist.F

I didn’t know how long we stood there, lost in the fire of his kiss, but when he finally pulled away, my breath was ragged, my body trembling with something I couldn’t name.His hands lingered on my waist, his grip tight, as if he was anchoring himself. Or maybe he was trying to keep me from slipping away.But I wasn’t going anywhere.Not yet.Not when I was drowning in the storm that was Damien BlackwellHis forehead rested against mine, his breath hot against my lips. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for, Ava.”I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Then make me understand.”A flicker of something unreadable passed through his gaze. Then, slowly, he pulled away.I felt the loss of his warmth instantly.Damien turned his back to me, staring out the window at the glowing New York skyline. His broad shoulders were tense, his body coiled like a predator ready to strike.I waited, my heart pounding.And then—“I wasn’t born into money,” he said finall

The weight of Damien’s words lingered in the air long after they were spoken. He held me like I was both his salvation and his greatest downfall, his grip tight as though letting go would shatter everything he had built. And maybe, in some way, it would.The room was dark, save for the dim glow of the city lights seeping through the vast glass windows. I traced slow circles against his chest, my mind racing with the knowledge that we were standing on the edge of something dangerous—something that could consume us both.“Tell me about Ethan Cross,” I whispered, breaking the silence.Damien’s muscles tensed beneath my touch. “He’s the kind of man who doesn’t need to make threats twice. If he sees an opening, he takes it. And if he considers you a weakness…”I swallowed hard. “Then I’m a target.”His hand slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair as he exhaled. “I won’t let that happen.”I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. “Then we fight.”A dark smile ghosted his lips. “You’re not af

The weight of the past twenty-four hours settled heavily on my shoulders as I watched Damien and Liam exchange loaded glances. The air crackled with unspoken words, each of them measuring the other, two kings in a world of shadows and deception.Liam smirked, the expression laced with a dangerous amusement. “You’re playing a high-stakes game, Blackwell. I hope you’re ready to lose a few pieces.”Damien’s eyes darkened. “I don’t lose.”Liam let out a low chuckle. “We’ll see about that.”The tension in the room was suffocating. I shifted on the couch, feeling like an outsider to something far beyond my comprehension. The world Damien lived in was one of power, blood, and ruthless decisions. And I was now tangled in its web, unable to escape.Liam turned to me, his eyes sharp and calculating. “And you, sweetheart? Do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into?”I lifted my chin. “I’m not afraid.”His smirk widened. “Oh, I like her. She’s got fire.”Damien’s jaw clenched. “She’s not part o