Damien
--- The door clicked open without a sound. Damien stepped inside, silent as a shadow. The moonlight spilled across her body—white lace bra, matching panties, sheets barely covering her thighs. She was fast asleep. Innocent. Unaware. He wasn’t here for her… not at first. The object she’d picked up on the street—his encrypted chip—was worth millions. He searched drawers, shelves, but nothing. Then he noticed something tucked just beneath the bed. His breath caught. But so did his gaze. The way she shifted in her sleep, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the curve of her hips… it stirred something dangerous. Desire edged into his mission, heating his blood. He knelt by the bed, fingertips brushing the velvet pouch. She sighed in her sleep, unaware how close temptation lingered. Damien swallowed hard, eyes locked on her. “You have no idea what you’re holding,” he whispered, “or what you’re doing to me.” He slipped the pouch into his pocket—but didn’t leave right away. Not yet
About Damien
--- The door clicked open without a sound. Damien stepped inside, silent as a shadow. The moonlight spilled across her body—white lace bra, matching panties, sheets barely covering her thighs. She was fast asleep. Innocent. Unaware. He wasn’t here for her… not at first. The object she’d picked up on the street—his encrypted chip—was worth mil...Read more