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This chapter contains sexual content, please be advised.‼️
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The sound of footsteps echoed through the marble hall. Every maid froze when Damiano entered, his presence suffocating, his green eyes flashing like storms ready to devour.
"Nova," he said, voice sharp as a blade.
The older maid stepped forward, bowing her head low. "Master."
"You will never see her again." His words were final, venom curling around each syllable. "You've overstepped. Your services here are no longer required. Return to where you belong…the spirit world."
Gasps filled the hall. Nova's lips trembled as she glanced at Luna, who stood frozen at the far end of the corridor. Their eyes met for the briefest heartbeat, and in that silent exchange, Luna felt the ground split beneath her.
"Wait!" she cried, stepping forward, but Damiano's glare silenced her instantly. Guards dragged Nova away, her protests swallowed by the air, leaving Luna standing alone.
Her only comfort. gone.
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The days crawled forward. The staff whispered behind Damiano's back, their gazes soft when they fell upon Luna. They admired her resilience, her gentle smile despite her pain. One maid murmured, "She's too pure for this place." Another added, "She doesn't belong here."
Damiano heard.
And each word was salt in his wounds.
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That night, he found her in the garden, her pale figure lit by moonlight. She knelt beside a rosebush, her fingers brushing the petals with a tenderness that made his teeth grind. He saw how the flowers seemed to lean toward her touch, how even the night air softened around her.
"Enough." His voice was a growl.
Before she could react, his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her to her feet. She winced, gasping, but he didn't stop. He dragged her across the polished floors, ignoring the startled stares of the staff, and shoved her into his chamber. The door slammed shut like the lid of a coffin.
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He loomed over her, chest rising and falling, jaw tight.
"Do you know how many women beg for me?" His voice was a hiss, his grip unrelenting. "Do you know how many would sell their souls just to spend a single night in this bed?"
His green eyes burned. "And yet you resist me?"
Luna's lips trembled, but she said nothing. She was used to cruelty. She was used to pain. But something about this- this venom directed at her soul cut deeper than any bruise.
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Damiano ripped his belt from his waist and bound her wrists to the bedframe. The leather bit into her skin as he tied the knot tight. Luna struggled, but her small frame was no match for him.
He leaned down, voice hot against her ear. "I could make you beg. I could make you crawl for me. And when you break… you'll thank me for it."
Her stormy eyes filled with tears, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a word.
Damiano smirked and then, to her horror, he called for a maid.
The door creaked open. A maid stepped inside not the shy, trembling kind Luna was used to seeing, but someone different. Her lips were painted crimson, her gaze bold and hungry as it swept over Damiano. She smirked, already knowing why she'd been called.
"Master," she purred, bowing slightly, her voice dripping with seduction.
Luna's stomach knotted. Something about this woman's presence felt wrong, dangerous.
Damiano seized the maid's wrist and pulled her forward, his grip rough but the maid leaned into it, almost inviting the pain. She let out a low, deliberate moan as his hands roamed her, her body arching with sinful eagerness.
Luna thrashed against the restraints. "Stop…please!" she sobbed, tears burning her eyes.
The maid glanced at her, smirking wickedly. "She could never satisfy you like I can, Master," she whispered loud enough for Luna to hear. Her laughter was sharp, cruel, slicing through Luna's heart.
Damiano didn't stop her. If anything, he encouraged it his every move deliberate, cruel, showing Luna how easily he could take pleasure in another.
Luna writhed on the bed, frustration clawing at her chest. Tears spilled freely as the maid's moans grew louder, each one a dagger stabbing her soul.
The maid bent down almost seductively, rolled down Damiano's pants and took out his already hard member, "it's so huge master" she moaned. Taking his huge dick in her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down, while Damiano held her ponytail in a fist directing her to take it well.
Luna tried her possible best to look away, but couldn't block out the vile moans and groans coming from them.
And with a swift move Damiano flipped the maid over, settting her ass to face him as he thrusted his huge cock into her "ahhh mmm master it's so huge…I…mmm." She moaned
"Take it like a good girl, do you like this dick being shoved up your pussy?!"
"Ye…yesss" moaned the maid, her eyes almost rolling the back of her head, while Luna laid there tears wetting the sheets, her flits clung to the belt in which she was held in.
With a loud groan Damiano flipped the maid over to face him and unloaded all of his fluid on her and she licked every single drop of it.
Finally, when Damiano was done, he pushed the maid away. She smirked at Luna one last time before leaving the room, hips swaying as if mocking her innocence.
Damiano turned back to Luna, her face streaked with tears, her wrists raw from struggling.
He leaned down, his voice low and venomous.
"Tomorrow, little Luna…" His breath ghosted her skin. "…I'll make you forget what purity even means."
And with that, he left her bound in the darkness, the door locking behind him.