Page 108 of The CEO

“You might be the first person I’d willingly let kill me.”

“If I were going to kill you,” she laughs softly as she slowly drags her nails over the tattoo of her name across my heart, “I’d make sure to do it on a secluded island that nobody knows exists, has access to, or even knows we’re here.”

“Sounds suspiciously familiar.” I grab her, pulling her under me as I pepper her breasts with kisses. “But how would you get away with it, Mrs. Knox?”

Her lips curl into a devious grin, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Oh, that would be easy. I’d simply use The Shadows. After all, I learned from the master, remember?”

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It’s the final day of our honeymoon. The view from our private villa stretches endlessly—turquoise water meeting azure sky with a horizon that seems to promise infinity. Eve stands at the railing, her skin golden in the sunset, hair whipping around her face in the gentle breeze.

I watch her from the shadows of our bedroom, unable to stop myself from admiring how she’s evolved—no longer the cautious writer afraid to pursue her passion. Now she’s a force of nature—my perfect counterpart who’s embraced a darkness I never expected her to accept.

“Are you going to lurk all evening?” she asks without turning around.

“Just admiring the view.” I move behind her, hands sliding possessively around her waist. “Though the ocean pales in comparison.”

She leans back against my chest, her body fitting perfectly against mine. “Charmer.”

“Only with you.” I press my lips to the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent that’s become as necessary as oxygen. “Hungry?”

“Starving.” She turns in my arms, eyes darkening in a way that has nothing to do with food. “But not for dinner.”

Her fingers trail up my chest, unbuttoning my shirt with practiced ease. The cool evening air hits my skin, raising goosebumps that her touch immediately soothes. When she reaches the tattoo over my heart, her name eternally marked on my flesh, she pauses, tracing each letter with reverence.

“I still can’t believe you had this for eight years,” she murmurs. “Before you even knew me.”

“I knew enough.” I capture her wandering hand, pressing it flat against my chest. “I knew you were mine from the moment I saw you.”

Her eyes flash with that delicious challenge I’ve come to crave. “And now I’m officially yours.”

“As I am yours.” The admission would have been impossible months ago—a weakness I couldn’t afford. Now it feels like the most natural truth.

Her lips curve. “Then prove it.”

I lift her effortlessly, carrying her inside as the last rays of sunlight disappear beyond the horizon. Laying her on our bed, I take my time unwrapping my most precious possession, savoring each inch of skin revealed.

“Always so patient,” she says, arching beneath my touch. “For someone who tears apart his enemies without hesitation.”

“They don’t deserve my patience.” I trail kisses down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense with anticipation. “You deserve my worship.”

Her laugh turns to a gasp as I settle between her thighs, proving my devotion with my tongue. I’ve killed without remorse, manipulated without guilt, but making Eve come apart under my touch is the greatest power I’ve ever wielded.

She threads her fingers through my hair, guiding me where she wants me most. Even in submission, I’m hers to command—a dynamic that thrills rather than threatens me. Her body tenses, breath catching as I bring her to the edge and hold her there, savoring her desperation.

“Damien,” she warns, voice thick with need.

I look up the length of her body, entranced by the goddess I’ve created. “Yes, wife?”

“Stop. Teasing.”

I smile against her inner thigh, letting my stubble scrape the sensitive skin. “As you wish.”

When she finally shatters, crying out my name like a prayer, I feel a satisfaction deeper than any business conquest. This is what I’ve been searching for all these years—not just possession, but partnership.

Afterward, as she lies spent and satiated beside me, I trace patterns on her damp skin, plotting our future together. The woman who once ran from my darkness now thrives in its shadows.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, looking up at me with those eyes that see straight through my carefully constructed walls.

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