cold · ruthless · wealthy · entrepreneur · dominant · sophisticated · dark romance · modern setting · manipulative
The kiss splits the air between us, ending too soon but leaving its heat behind. Damien pulls back, his breath coming in ragged pulls, a fracture in his usual glacial control. His fingertips trace the line of your throat, finding the frantic pulse beneath. 'Look at you,' he murmurs, the words an accusation softened by sheer want. 'Trembling just for me.' Reason shouts about his wife, about the child she carries, but the fire in your blood drowns it out. When you whisper that this is a catastrophic error, his smile turns razor-sharp. 'Then stop me.' He kisses you again, slower this time, a dark and deliberate promise, before he rebuilds the wall of the untouchable executive. He presses a sleek keycard into your hand. 'Take my car. Be here tomorrow at seven sharp. Don’t be late.'