Mira's POV
The first thing I notice when I wake is the memory of him — the feel of his hands against my skin, the heat in his voice, the way he claimed my name like it belonged only to him. Every nerve hums with it, every heartbeat seems to remember.
I should feel fear. Rational fear. But rational has no place here. Not when it comes to Damion King.
A soft vibration on my phone startles me. I glance down and see a calendar reminder — Come to my office. Now.
My chest tightens. His handwriting, precise, commanding, intimate, makes me ache in places I didn't even realize were waiting for this.
I don't think. I don't hesitate. Every step toward his office is dangerous. Every fiber of my being is screaming that. And yet I move anyway.
The elevator ride feels longer than it is. I focus on keeping my breathing steady, but the moment the doors open to the floor where he waits, my control falters.
Damion's POV
She's coming. I can feel it before I even see her. Every step she takes toward me sends a ripple through the air. My pulse quickens — not just with desire, but with something far older, far sharper.
I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't want her. And yet… I do.
The instant she steps into the office, I can see it in her eyes — recognition, awareness, desire. Her body reacts before her mind can even process. It's maddening.
She takes a tentative step forward. I don't move to meet her. I don't need to. My presence alone pulls her, draws her closer.
"Sit," I murmur, voice low and magnetic.
Her knees tremble as she obeys. I watch her, every line, every curve, every tremble, and my chest constricts. I'm supposed to be in control, and yet, just seeing her here, on her own, she has already claimed a part of me.
Mira's POV
The office is a storm in shadow. Every light, every angle, every piece of furniture seems deliberately chosen to reflect him — power, control, danger. I feel small here, yet the pull toward him is irresistible.
He leans against the edge of the desk, hands tucked into his pockets, one knee bent, and I can't breathe. The air is thick with him — every inch of him alive, magnetic, almost impossible to resist.
"Stop thinking," he says suddenly, voice low, husky, and impossible. "Feel."
I can't argue. I don't want to. My thoughts scatter like ash in the wind. All I can do is feel — the ache of want, the tremor of fear, the dangerous thrill that coils in my stomach like it has since the moment I first saw him.
"Damion," I whisper, voice trembling.
A flash of something crosses his eyes — hunger, restraint, and a shadow of danger — and I shiver in response.
Damion's POV
Her voice wraps around me. Her words, trembling and hesitant, ignite a wildfire in my veins. Every second I resist her is agony. Every thought screams to pull her close, to press her against me, to claim her fully.
I step forward, close enough that the heat of my body brushes hers. Sparks fly from the contact — a silent, intimate acknowledgment of the pull between us.
"You're tempting me beyond reason," I murmur, letting the words linger, letting the tension coil tighter.
She swallows, and I see it — the surrender in her eyes, the trust, the desire, the danger she's willing to flirt with.
Mira's POV
I can feel him everywhere — in the pressure of the air, in the brush of his sleeve along mine, in the way he looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters in the world.
"Damion…" I whisper again, almost a plea.
His thumb brushes my lips lightly, teasing. "You don't know what you do to me," he murmurs, low and feral.
I want to tell him to stop. I want to demand that he control himself. But the words die in my throat.
Because I don't want him to.
Damion's POV
She wants this as much as I do. I can see it. I can feel it in the tremble of her hands, the flush of her skin, the way her gaze follows every subtle movement I make.
I step even closer, our breaths mingling. I want to close the space, want to taste her, want to feel the heat of her body pressed against mine. But I can't… not yet.
The phone buzzes again, sharp and intrusive. My jaw tightens. "Not now," I hiss, locking eyes with her. "Not tonight. I won't let him touch you. Not him. Not anyone."
Her fingers brush mine lightly, trembling. Desire, fear, trust, and obsession all tangled together. I want her to feel everything. I want her to know I will do anything — anything — to protect her.
Mira's POV
He's like a storm contained in human form. I can feel it radiating from him, making my pulse jump, making my stomach ache with anticipation.
Every inch of him is magnetic, dangerous, irresistible. Every word he whispers leaves a trail in me, a promise I'm already powerless to resist.
"I… I want you," I breathe, barely audible.
His lips curve slightly — predatory, teasing. He tilts my chin, letting his thumb brush my lips again. "And you'll have me," he murmurs, "but you must understand… this isn't just desire. It's danger. It's possession. It's everything you've ever feared and craved all at once."
I shiver. I want him. I need him. I can't stop thinking about the feel of him, the taste of him, the heat of his hands on my skin.
Damion's POV
I can't hold back any longer. Every instinct, every desire, every dark corner of my mind screams for her.
But I let the anticipation stretch, let the tension build until it's almost unbearable. I lean close enough to feel the heat of her breath, the warmth of her skin, the subtle tremble that betrays her composure.
"Say my name," I murmur.
"Damion," she breathes.
The word hits me like a drug, igniting something deep and primal. I lean in, slow, deliberate, and kiss her — just a taste, teasing, claiming, warning her and myself of the fire we are about to unleash.
Every nerve in her body responds instantly. Her fingers grip my jacket, pull me closer, and I feel her desire. I feel her surrender. And I know — we've crossed a line that can't be uncrossed.
Mira's POV
The kiss ignites everything. Heat spreads from my lips down to my core. Fear and desire coil together, messy, raw, and beautiful.
He pulls back slightly, just enough to let me breathe, his forehead resting against mine. "Mira," he whispers, voice rough, strained, feral, "you have no idea… what you've done to me."
"I don't care," I whisper back, my chest heaving.
And in that moment, I realize it's true — I don't care. I want him. Danger, passion, obsession… I want all of it, all of him.
Because Damion King isn't just irresistible. He's consuming. He's mine.
And this… this is only the beginning.