When they reached home, Selena moved gracefully through the apartment. Her eyes met Damian's steadily, dark and commanding.
In the bathroom, she paused and slowly began undressing, one piece at a time. Her movements were deliberate—seductive, teasing. The soft fabric of her dress slid over her curves, revealing glowing skin that caught the warm light of the bathroom. Every step of the process was considered, studied, designed to capture his gaze.
Her hair fell in gentle waves over her shoulders as she finally stepped out of the last layer. Her eyes never left Damian, steady, confident, daring him without a word.
She slipped into the warm bath, water rippling around her, hugging her body. Steam clinging to her skin highlighting the curves of her silhouette. Her hand traced lightly along her side, over her shoulder, lingering just enough to make her presence magnetic.
Damian, drawn in by the sight, felt his pulse quicken. The mix of confidence, allure, and controlled seduction was irresistible.
She didn't flinch when he stepped closer, letting him see the water glowing on her skin. Instead, she leaned back slightly, lips curling into a teasing smile.
"Come… join me," she murmured, voice low, intoxicating, her eyes never leaving him.
Damian, captivated and almost powerless against the pull of her gaze and body, stepped closer. Selena welcomed his presence, letting the tension hang heavy in the air. Her mind drifted subtly to the memory of Lucian's hunger from dinner, the thrill of being desired by more than one man feeding her carefully controlled power.
Selena leaned back, eyes closed, letting the warmth of the water surround her. Damian's fingers traced lightly over her skin, careful and attentive.
Damian: "Selena… you feel incredible."
She shivered at his touch, a small, satisfied smile brushing her lips.
Selena: "Mmm… yes… keep… going."
Her hand slid over his chest, teasing, exploring just enough to make him tense with desire.
Selena: "You feel so… good… Damian."
Damian: "I want you… always… you have no idea how much I've wanted this."
She moved a little closer, letting the warmth of his body brush against hers.
Selena: "Every kiss… every touch… makes me… want more."
Damian leaned closer, whispering in her ear, low and tender:
Damian: "You're mine… only mine… no one else…"
Selena's breath hitched, her lips curving into a soft, teasing smile.
Selena: "I want… you… every part of you… every moment…"she whispered.
Damian: "You drive me insane… Selena."his tone dangerously smooth.
Selena: "And you… make me… crave… everything…" her eyes lingered on him, asking for more without a single word.
She moved her hands deliberately over his shoulders and chest, letting each touch guide him, teasing him.
Damian: "I can't get enough of you… you're intoxicating."
Selena: "Then listen… and let me… show you…"
Her eyes opened, locking on his with a burning intensity.
Selena (softly, deliberately): "I want to teach you… how I like it… how to drive me wild…"
Damian swallowed, captivated. He felt the weight of her words, the promise in her gaze, and knew this was only the beginning.
Selena leaned back in the warm water, her body glistening, the steam around them thickened the air, making every glance feel heavier, more intimate. Damian was completely captivated, drawn to every movement she made.
She moved with deliberate grace, letting him feel her energy, her presence—igniting desire in him over and over. Each touch, each motion, made the air between them pulse with tension. Damian felt it deep inside, like vulva tracing through his veins, consuming him.
Selena finally let him catch his breath, though the fire between them hadn't cooled. With a sly smile, she shifted slightly, turning in the tub to face him.
Selena: "Sit behind me… I want you to help me…"
Damian complied without hesitation, the anticipation building again as she rested against him.
Selena: "Wash my back… slowly."
His hands moved over her skin, tender but yearning, each touch reminding them both of the hunger simmering between them. The closeness, the warmth, the shared rhythm of their movements—it all drew him back in, desire reigniting instantly.
Selena tilted her head, letting her eyes meet his over her shoulder. There was a spark in her gaze—a mix of dominance, seduction, and playful command. She didn't need words; the game, the tension, the power, was already theirs to use.
Even as Damian's mind and body tried to recover, he couldn't deny the pull of her, the intensity of her control, and the way she made him want more, again and again.
Later, as they were sitting together in their bedroom, the low glow of candlelight flickering between them, Selena's phone suddenly lit up on the table.
A message.
Her eyes dropped to the screen.
The color drained from her face.
For a split second, her fingers tightened around the phone, her breath catching as if the air had left her lungs. A faint tremor ran through her hands.
Before Damian could notice, she forced a smile and quickly looked up at him.
"Excuse me, dear," she said softly. "I will bring some water. don't sleep"she winks at him
She rose from her bed, clutching her phone, and walked away—her steps steady, but her heart racing.
Damian watched her go, unaware that something had just changed.
Selena quickly typed a short reply to her lawyer:
"I'll call you soon."
She turned off her phone and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.
The next morning, Selena moved through the quiet house, her thoughts still tangled from last night.
"I have some errands to run," she told Damian, glancing at him as he sipped his coffee. "You go ahead to the company; I'll catch up later."
Damian nodded. "Alright. Be careful." He kissed her cheek lightly and left.
Selena watched him go, She locked the door behind him. Once the house was still again, she returned to the living room, pulled out her phone, and turned it on. She dialed her lawyer number, her heart racing like hell.
"Selena," Endy Barker's calm voice answered. "Are you alright?" he took a deep breath and said:"I need to tell you… I have some bad news."
Her stomach tightened. "What is it?" she asked, a slight edge in her voice.
"Your stepfather… he's going to be released in a couple of weeks," he said.
Selena froze, eyes wide. "What are you talking about? He was sentenced for a long time!" Her voice rose, a mix of shock and anger.
Endy sighed. "He's being released because of good behavior, but he will be under supervision—strictly monitored, of course."
Selena pressed the phone to her chest, trembling. Anger, disbelief, and fear collided inside her. She couldn't believe it. After everything, he would be free—and she would have to face him again.