Bella barely had time to catch her breath before Damien lifted her into his arms, carrying her through the doorway of the secluded safehouse.
Her pulse pounded as he kicked the door shut behind them. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension—dangerous, electric.
"You're not running from me," he murmured, his voice a low growl against her ear.
"I never said I was," she whispered back.
His eyes burned into hers. "Good."
His lips crashed against hers, claiming, demanding. He didn't just kiss—he devoured, possessed. His hands traced her curves, his touch rough and urgent, leaving no doubt in her mind.
She belonged to him.
And God help her, she didn't want to fight it anymore.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as he pressed her against the wall, his body heat consuming her. Every thought, every fear melted away. There was only this—only him.
"Say it," he rasped against her lips. "Say you're mine."
Bella gasped as his hands gripped her hips, pinning her in place.
"I'm yours," she whispered.
A satisfied, primal growl rumbled in his chest.
And as Damien carried her to the bed, she knew—she had just sealed her fate.
There was no escaping him now.
Not that she ever wanted to