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iliarity of her face, by the memories that flood my mind. It's her, unmistakably her. The auctioneer

ng her like nothing more than a commodity. But I can't allow that, not with Chiara

e narrows, and I shoot a glacial look at the escorts, who quickly back away, realizing th

der, my voice a low, commanding

covers herself immediately, her movements graceful yet filled with an underlying tension. She's trying

yet with a spirit that refuses to be broken. I expected nothing less from the woman I've watched fr

st, I let her get in, watching her closely as she eases herself into the seat. Her movements

h of relief, I remove my black mask, feeling the weight of it lift from my face. Chiara's eyes

" I ask, my tone neutral

rying to express that she's not looking at anything in particular. Her gaze darts

air is an inky cascade that falls in loose waves down her back, a stark contrast to the pale, flawless skin of her face

nes, a straight nose, and full, tempting lips that are currently pressed into a thin line of unea

darkest circumstances. I can see it in the way she holds herself, in the way she hides her vul

DeMarco has stepped into my world, and I intend to unravel the layers of mystery that

cter. It's a structure known simply as "Nyxhaven," a name befitting its enigmatic allure. It stands as

l and slender, a stark contrast to my own towering figure. The height gap between us is evident, almost se

at's strangely alluring. I inhale deeply, letting the intoxicating aroma fill my sen

urprisingly light against my chest. The castle is shrouded in shadows

for her. I lay her down gently on the bed, my eyes scanning her form. That's when

ect her, even from the shadows of her past. I reach out and gently touch the bruise, my fingers traci

hidden beneath the revealing lingerie set she wore at the auction? I pu

alm. She looks like a sleeping beauty, vulnerable and fragile, and fo

ing open. She pushes herself away from me, her movements filled with a wild

ou forget that you belong to me now? I have a me

y strength. "Don't act recklessly. Trust me, you won't love the conseque

me. I finish the meeting, my mind preoccupied with thou

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on the door with relentless force. "Tiny claws! Did you lock the door? You have a ch

rked so hard to suppress, clawing at the surface, eager to break free. Chiara is pushing

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