Damien's Willing Captive

ella

crowd and blurring the edges of my reality. I pressed my back against the bar, my dri

t I had walked in on earlier this afternoon-my boyfriend tang

way the sting of betrayal, transforming my anger i

feel the eyes of the men around me lingering on my curvaceous

anted to

posite wall, his dark hair slightly tousled, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips

ssible to look away. He was breathtakingly handsome, dressed

e he belonged here.

ched. "Can I buy you a drink?" His voice wa

ying to sound nonchal

is breath warm against my ear, and I could smell the intoxicating scent of his c

and I let myself get lost in the rhythm. He pulled me closer, our bodies swaying in sync. His hands rested on

brushing against my neck. I shivered at

a whisper as I leaned into him, cravi

had turned into a whirlwind of pulsating bodies and flashing lights, and I was dancing only for him

, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. A thrill ran through me, and without thinking, I nod

hing yet exhilarating. The gorgeous stranger called a driver and

re. I was lost in his gaze, feeling a wild co

re," I

ed the dimly lit lobby. The stranger pulled me into the elevator, and as the doors closed,

w, this was

was engulfed in a wave of desire. He turned to face me, his expression shifting from playful to seri

n. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it d

a spark, and I melted into him, feeling the world fade away. His hands tangled in my hair,

unger that made my heart race. I had never experienced anything like this-never let go of myse

railed kisses along my neck. I gasped as pleasure surged through me,

murmured against my skin,

the words spilling from m

e to the bed, his lips never leaving mine. The room spun with th

down my neck, across my collarbone, and down to my breasts, his hands caressing ev

my stomach, teasing me with every touch. My body responded eagerly

locked onto mine, filled with a m

aw, passionate, and utterly intoxicating. The world outside faded into nothing

sure, vulnerability, and a sense of connection I had never known. Thi

ched new heights of pleasure. It felt like an explosion of stars as I clung

ear as he pushed deeper, and I felt a wave of wa

g in unison. But as the euphoria began to fade, reality crept back

room bathed in a soft golden glow. I blinked, my mind still hazy from the alcohol of

ere cold, and th

rt raced as I recalled the previous night in fragments-dancing, laughter, kisses that ignited

s the weight of my actions pressed down on me. I had thrown caution to the wind, se

de my way to the door. There was no sign of him anywhere, and the reality of my situation began to

ead. I was left wondering if I would ever see him again-and i

I couldn't shake the nagging fee

d forever changed me. All I had now were memories, and the