Damien's Willing Captive
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ittle sugar mama. That was someone else's job. Someone who had
line. "Want me to send h
ked. "Send i
nto place. Mrs. Osmond-Carlos' wife-was his Achilles' heel. Not becaus
wels, luxury trips, designer pieces that no one else c
than spontaneity. Meanwhile, Claire was all about the thrill-
d couldn't keep up, she loo
one willing to break the rules, to dive into the deep en
o play the part-especially when it meant
the wild rides, the danger, the spark that he
pleasure she got in return. The lifestyle? It came with a
ng into people's lives, earning their trust, making them believe in him-
ad no idea she was playing h
, it was her. All it would take was the right
t my backup pla
shed across Liam's screen,
bbing his jacket and stepping out of the suite. The night a
ention. He played his role well-gave her just enough to make her feel special, i
entered the more private, elite part of town. Her estate was a fortress of
, the front doo
xpec
d out, his voice a l
le click of heels echoed down
ere sh
d in that effortless way that screamed both money and seduction
the steps with practiced grace. As she moved, the robe
s movements deliberate. "Or maybe
soft, teasin
round her waist and pulling her against him. Her breath hitched slightly, and
rmured, lips ghosting
ripping his shirt, pulling him
was calculated-every kiss, every touch, every
that, she led
-
s. The scent of her perfu
ng as Claire curled up beside him, her fi
s the m
n, when words flowed without thought, when se
. "I heard something today... something about tomorrow's
ed for a fractio
ng
, resting her cheek against h
ng believable. "Because I care about you. Unlike your husband, w
left her lips. "Y
ight of her frustration settle. Th
overheard him on the phone with his lawyer-something abo
his chest, but his exp
roking her back, keeping her ground
to present them at tomorrow's board meeting. If the v
ingers s
was
information D
it?" he asked, already
"Hell no. The
ck
"Thank you for trusting me, Claire," he
hat, she drifte
He had wor
d moved into the hallway. The weight of Mrs. Osmond's conf
ng once. Tw
ed when Damien picked up
ice calm but laced with antici
crack in Carlos' scheme. Just a
ois
nt cr
rea
h
the phone
e turned
dim hallway, wrapped in onl
ocked on h
ssion unr
forming a question she wasn't
am?
rd. Barely
iam k
dangerous. Knew she
e that, the