Page 152 of The Contract

His voice is softer now, rough but sincere, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me steady.

“Because there’s no fucking way I could deny you anything.”

I don’t hesitate.I can’t. Not anymore.

But deep inside, where the scars still linger, something small and fragile shivers—because the first time I let someone in, he left me bleeding.

I built a life where the relationships are controlled. Where I say when, how and who.

I push the thought away, swallowing the fear before it can take root. Because this is different.

Damien is different.

“You.”

His entire body tightens.

I kiss him, slow and deep, pressing myself flush against him, feeling every hard inch of him, the heat, the need.

“Just you, Damien.” Another kiss. A promise. “All night.”

“Fuck me,” I whisper it like a prayer.

He groans, his forehead falling against mine.

“Break me,” I whisper.

His fingers clench against my thighs.

“Own me.”

A deep, guttural sound rumbles from his chest.

And then—he moves.

He lifts me from the railing, gripping my thighs as I wrap around him, his lips never leaving mine.

The penthouse is dark, lit only by the skyline, but he doesn’t need the light.

He knows exactly where he’s going.

And once he gets me there—he’s going to ruin me.

He already has.

Because the second I sat down next to him that night—I was his.

And I never want him to let me go.

Ibarely make it through the threshold before I have her against the wall, my mouth devouring hers, my hands gripping every inch of soft, warm skin I can reach.

She’s just as desperate—pulling at me, tugging me closer, her nails scraping along my scalp, her breathless moans fueling the fire already raging through me.

I can’t stop touching her.

I don’t want to stop.

I need her. Right fucking now.

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