Her heart was still pounding from Damian's hand in her panties. She needed air, space—anything that wasn't him.
But the moment she turned the corner of the long marble hallway, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Firm, steady. She didn't need to look back to know who it was.
"Damian," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't answer.
She walked faster, but he caught up easily, his hand reaching out to grab her wrist.
The touch was gentle, impossible to pull away from. He turned her toward him, his expression dark and unreadable.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked quietly, his voice low enough to make her chest tighten.
"Away from you," she said, trying to sound calm, even though her pulse was anything but.
"You embarrassed me in front of everyone, Damian. You se..duced me while we were having dinner."
He didn't reply just smiled after hearing her last words. His grip on her wrist loosened slightly, but instead of letting go, he guided her down the hall.
"Damian—someone might see us," she whispered, trying to pull back.
That's when she noticed the maid at the end of the hall. The woman's eyes flickered toward them before quickly turning away, pretending not to see anything.
Elena's cheeks burned. She stopped struggling, not wanting to cause a scene.
He said nothing as he led her upstairs, his hand firm at the small of her back.
When they reached his room, he opened the door and guided her inside before closing it behind them.
The silence was thick. The only sound was her uneven breathing.
Elena turned to face him, her voice trembling with frustration.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked. "You just—"
He cut her off with a look—one that made her words die in her throat.
"I did nothing wrong," he said, his tone low, calm, and frighteningly steady.
Her eyes widened slightly, his closeness making her heart beat faster. She wanted to argue, to shout, but the intensity in his gaze stole the strength from her words.
"Damian…" she breathed, taking a small step back.
He moved closer, his voice dropping into that dangerous tone that always made her knees weak.
"Sliding my fingers into your panties isn't wrong cupcake, Sucking the hell out of your cunt to get a taste isn't wrong"
He whispered, his eyes locking on hers. "You drive me insane, Elena."
His words made her tremble. Her anger began to fade, replaced by something she didn't want to name.
He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin.
Elena swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to speak, to tell him to stop.
He leaned in, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body. His eyes softened slightly, though the danger in them never faded.
Her anger was gone now, replaced by that familiar ache she only felt around him. And even though she hated herself for it, she didn't move away.
He kissed her softly, he tilted his hands down slowly to her panties as he slipped his finger in.
"Ah.. Damiam! She moaned as she hated the fact that her body was already hypnotised by his touch as she felt herself wet down there.
"Don't make too much noise," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "They might hear us."
Her cheeks flamed red. She hid her face against his chest, too shy to answer, but he could feel her smiling.
He picked her up and dropped her slowly on the bed. His knees parting her thigs open as he kept placing kisses on it, a moan escaping from her mouth.
Damian took his gaze back to her.
"Do you want me to continue cupcake, he asked her slowly.
"I want to have you now, Say yes Elena"
He took his tongue to her ni**le drawing circles on them as he squeezed it gently which was driving her crazy.
"Say yes Elena or I could stop...
"No... I want you Damian" Her words came out before she could stop herself and he smirked.
He ripped off her panties, as he spread her legs widely. Gently, he tilted his head to her cunt using his tongue to play on it.
"Dami..."
His mouth left no place on her body untouched with kisses. He took out his hard self rubbing on her cunt gently, she let out a moan.
He slid into her thrusting fast. She digged her nails into his skin as her moans got louder.
Her body sparked with pleasure as her moans filled the room. They lost control of their senses as he released.
He pulled out placing a kiss on her lips.
Minutes later, they composed themselves and left the room, walking back downstairs as if nothing had happened. Elena's heartbeat still hadn't slowed.
Maria noticed immediately. "Are you okay, my dear?" she asked, her eyes soft but searching.
"Yes, Aunt," Elena said quickly, forcing a smile and taking her seat. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt.
Damian sat beside her, his expression calm, controlled—as if he hadn't just shattered her calm moments ago.
Irina, who had been sipping wine, turned toward Maria with a warm smile.
"Your niece is lucky," she said. "Damian's such a gentleman. He even went to check on her, making sure she was alright."
Maria returned a polite smile, but there was something unreadable in her eyes. She simply nodded, saying nothing.
Tatiana and Irina filled the silence with soft conversation, while Elena barely touched her food.
Her mind was a blur of Damian's touch, his words, the way he made her feel. She couldn't stop replaying it all in her head.
When dinner finally ended, Damian amd grandfather walked over to his grandfather's study.
The old man looked up from his chair, his expression as sharp as ever.
"Where are the evidences, Damian?" he asked without preamble.
"You said you had proof before I move against my son. Until I see them, there will be no attack."
Damian's jaw tightened. "You'll have them," he said firmly. "But when I bring them, there will be no hesitation. He goes down."
Grandfather's eyes narrowed, but he nodded. "Then bring me something worth believing."
Meanwhile, back in the sitting room, Maria stood with Elena, her expression suddenly serious.
"Elena," she began softly, "there's something I need to tell you."
Elena looked up, uneasy. "What is it, Aunt?"
Maria hesitated before speaking. "It's about family. I've made a decision… you won't be staying here with Damian anymore."
Elena blinked, taken aback. "What? Why?"
"Because you belong with us, not here. I want all of us to stay together, as a family. You'll come home with me."
Elena tried to smile, but her heart sank. She'd only just realized her feelings for Damian.
She had planned to tell him—finally—to stop running from what she felt. But now, her aunt's decision shattered that hope before it even began.
Just then, Irina came over and hugged Maria warmly. "It's been wonderful having you," she said. "Please, visit anytime. Our doors are always open."
As they spoke, Elena saw Damian coming down the stairs. His expression was unreadable again, but his gaze immediately found her.
Maria walked toward him.
"Damian," she said quietly, "I wanted to thank you—for what you've done for me and Elena. But she won't be staying with you anymore. She's coming home. She has family, and we'll take care of her now."
Damian's eyes darkened instantly. His voice, when he spoke, was low but sharp enough to cut through the air.
"No," he said simply. "She's not leaving."
Maria frowned. "You don't have a say in this—"
"I do," he interrupted, his tone cold. "She stays. I'm not letting her go."
Before Maria could respond, he turned and walked away, his stride purposeful, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.