The next morning, Aurora woke up with a heavy feeling in her stomach. She knew what she had to do-confront Damian and act as if her “desire” for him had grown stronger. The sun had barely risen when she forced herself out of bed, her legs still shaky from the night before. She had to keep pretending if she wanted to save Luna.
Taking a deep breath, she walked to Damian’s chambers, her heart racing with every step. The mansion was eerily quiet, the only sound her bare feet tapping on the cold marble floor. When she reached his door, she paused, her hand hovering over the handle. Was she truly ready for this?
But there was no turning back now. With a quick prayer, Aurora pushed open the door and stepped inside. The curtains were drawn, casting the room in a soft, warm glow that contrasted with the chill in her heart.
Damian lay on his back in the massive bed, one arm over his eyes, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. He didn’t stir as she approached, and for a moment, she felt powerful, realizing he needed her. She knew she could use that power.
“Good morning,” she whispered. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Damian’s eyes snapped open, and for a brief second, she saw surprise in them. But it was quickly replaced by a smirk, as if he had been expecting her. “What brings you here so early?”
Aurora took another step closer, allowing the silk robe she had borrowed from Luna to fall open slightly, revealing the curve of her breasts. “I wanted to talk,” she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. “About last night.”
Damian’s gaze traveled over her, a look of hunger in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh? And what about last night do you wish to discuss?”
Aurora’s stomach turned, but she kept her expression neutral. “I enjoyed it,” she lied. “I want more.”
The smirk grew into a full-blown smile, and he sat up, his eyes never leaving hers. “More, hmm?” He reached out and trailed a finger along her jaw. “And what makes you think you’re ready for more?”
Aurora swallowed hard, forcing down the bile rising in her throat. “I’m willing to learn,” she said, her voice steady. “And I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed, and she could see the cogs turning in his mind, calculating her every move, her every word. But she held his gaze, refusing to back down.
“Very well,” he said finally, his voice a low growl. “If you’re so eager, I’ll give you what you want.”
With that, he reached for her, pulling her onto the bed. Aurora felt a moment of pure terror, but she didn’t struggle. Instead, she leaned into him, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. This was all part of the act, she reminded herself. It had to be believable.
And so she allowed herself to be consumed by the mafia boss, her body moving with a faux passion that she hoped would be enough to convince him of her loyalty. But as he kissed her, as his hands roamed over her body, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of something else-something that made her stomach twist in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Was it possible that she was actually starting to feel something for this monster?
No. She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. This was for Luna. She had to keep her wits about her, had to keep playing the game.
As Damian’s hands grew more insistent, Aurora’s resolve grew stronger. She knew she couldn’t let herself be drawn into this twisted world, no matter how much she wanted to save her friend. She had to keep her eyes on the prize, to remember why she was here.
And so, as his lips moved down her neck, she whispered, “I’m yours,” her voice a blend of fear and defiance. It was a declaration that would seal her fate, but it was also a declaration of war. For even as she offered herself to him, she was plotting her escape, her mind racing with thoughts of how to use his desire to her advantage.
The battle lines had been drawn, and Aurora was ready to fight.
The tension in the air was palpable as Aurora lay beneath Damian, his hands exploring every inch of her trembling body. She knew that she had to give him what he wanted, to play the part of the eager, willing mistress. But as his fingers traced over her skin, she couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill-a mix of fear and something else. Something that she didn’t dare acknowledge.
His kisses grew more urgent, his breath hot against her neck. Aurora closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of what was happening, trying to focus on the endgame. But as his hand slid between her legs, she couldn’t help but gasp.
Damian paused, his eyes meeting hers, searching for something. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “You belong to me.”
Aurora nodded, her eyes wide with feigned excitement. “Yes,” she breathed, arching her back to give him better access. “I’m yours.”
And with that, he claimed her again, his body moving over hers in a dance of power and control. Aurora bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt him enter her once more. She hated herself for the way her body responded, for the way she couldn’t help but get lost in the sensation, even as her mind screamed for her to fight back.
But she didn’t. Instead, she let herself go, using every ounce of strength she had to keep up the charade. To show him that she was his, that she wanted this as much as he did.
Afterwards, as they lay tangled in the sheets, Aurora’s mind raced with thoughts of how she could use her newfound “position” to her advantage. If she was going to play this game, she had to play it to win.
And so she snuggled closer to him, her hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Damian,” she whispered, her voice soft and coy. “Can I ask you for something?”
He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. “What is it?”
Aurora took a deep breath, her heart racing. “Luna,” she said. “I know you’re planning to sell her. But I want you to keep her.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed, and she could feel his skepticism. “And why is that?”
“Because,” Aurora began, her voice growing stronger, “she’s my friend. And I want to keep her safe. If I’m to be your mistress, I need someone I can trust.”
The silence stretched out, and Aurora held her breath, waiting for his response. Would he see through her? Would he realize she was playing him?
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Damian spoke. “Very well,” he said, his voice low. “If it’s that important to you, I’ll keep her. But remember, Aurora-you’re mine. You belong to me.”
Aurora nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Thank you,” she murmured, her heart racing with excitement and fear. “I won’t disappoint you.”
But as she lay there, feeling his warmth, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was the one who was being played. If, in her quest for power, she hadn’t just handed over the last shred of her soul.
The days turned into weeks, and Aurora’s life grew increasingly complicated as she danced around the mafia boss’s desires and schemes. She was forced to perform for him, to entertain his guests, and to submit to his every whim-all while keeping up the act of a willing participant