CHAPTER 13

The moment Sienna stepped into Velvet Noir, she was greeted by the familiar mix of neon lights, pulsing music, and the chatter of customers filling the club. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, expensive cologne, and something distinctly alluring about the place. It was always like this—packed with people seeking an escape, a thrill, or just another drink to drown out their realities.

She exhaled, adjusting her black blouse as she made her way behind the bar. Marco was already there, leaning against the counter, effortlessly charming a pair of women who giggled at whatever nonsense he was whispering to them.

“Marco,” Sienna called, slipping behind the counter.

Marco turned his head, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Ah, there she is. Thought you decided to ditch us tonight.”

“I wish,” she muttered, tying her apron.

Marco chuckled. “Rough day? Or did you and a certain someone keep each other up all night?”

Sienna shot him a glare. “Shut up, Marco.”

“I’m just saying,” he shrugged, moving to pour a drink. “You’ve got that glow.”

She rolled her eyes, but before she could throw back a retort, her gaze flickered to the barstools. And there he was—Damian Laurent, seated comfortably with a whiskey glass in hand, looking completely at ease.

Of course, he was here. When was he not?

Sienna ignored him, refusing to let his presence affect her. She had a job to do, and she wasn’t going to let him or anything else distract her tonight.

“Hey, Sienna.”

She turned to find a familiar customer, an older man in his fifties, always well-dressed in tailored suits. He was a regular, always polite and generous with his tips.

“Mr. Bennett,” she greeted with a small smile. “The usual?”

He nodded. “You know me too well.”

She reached for a bottle of bourbon and poured him a glass. “Long day?”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Exhausting. Sometimes I wonder why I still do this job.”

Sienna smirked. “Because you love it.”

He chuckled. “That, and I’m too stubborn to retire.” He slid a bill across the counter. “Keep the change.”

“Always generous, Mr. Bennett. Thank you.”

As she moved to the next customer, she kept her focus on work, chatting here and there, crafting drinks, and making sure to keep her mind off the man sitting just a few feet away.

But then, the air shifted.

A familiar voice, smooth and laced with flirtation, cut through the noise.

“Oh, Damian, I swear you get even more handsome every time I see you.”

Sienna stiffened but didn’t turn around.

The blonde. Again.

It was the same woman from before, the one who always seemed to drape herself over Damian any chance she got. Tonight, she was in a tight red dress, her long curls bouncing as she leaned against the counter beside him.

Sienna clenched her jaw but forced herself to remain composed. She was not going to let this get to her.

She kept her head down, mixing a cocktail for another customer while listening to the sickeningly sweet voice of the blonde.

“You should dance with me tonight,” the woman purred. “Or better yet, let’s skip to the part where we go somewhere more private.”

Sienna exhaled slowly, tightening her grip on the shaker. She refused to look. She refused to react.

Damian’s response was lazy and amused. “Tempting.”

Sienna bit the inside of her cheek. She wanted to scoff. He wasn’t even rejecting her—he was entertaining it.

Fine. If he wanted to play that game, then so could she.

With a perfectly neutral expression, she turned and walked over to the blonde, placing a drink in front of her with a forced polite smile.

“There you go,” she said sweetly.

The woman glanced at the drink. “I didn’t order anything.”

“Oh, but I thought you’d love this one. It’s strong and… unforgettable,” Sienna said, her tone dripping with faux innocence.

The blonde smirked, clearly assuming it was a peace offering. “Well, I won’t say no to a free drink.”

She took a sip.

The reaction was instant.

The woman’s face twisted in disgust, and she coughed, placing the glass back down. “Ugh! What the hell is this?”

Sienna feigned concern. “Oh no, is something wrong? Maybe it just tastes bad because Damian didn’t make it.”

The blonde narrowed her eyes. “Are you kidding me?”

Sienna blinked, playing the innocent bartender role perfectly. “I must’ve made a mistake. I guess not everyone has Damian’s touch.”

The woman scowled. “You’re hilarious.”

Sienna shrugged. “I try.”

Marco, who had been watching the entire thing, barely held back his laughter as he busied himself with a cocktail.

Damian, on the other hand, remained quiet, but when Sienna finally dared to look at him, she caught the amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

She turned away, moving to the next customer, but her entire body buzzed with satisfaction. Maybe she didn’t have to fight for Damian’s attention. Maybe she didn’t even want to. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to sit there and let another woman rub it in her face, either.

The rest of the night passed with its usual chaos—drinks flowing, music blaring, and people losing themselves in the atmosphere of Velvet Noir. Damian, of course, stayed put, nursing his whiskey and watching her with that unreadable gaze.

But Sienna didn’t falter. She did her job, ignored him, and carried on.

Let him have his fun.

She wasn’t playing his games anymore.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

Sienna clutched her purse tightly, her fingers digging into the leather as she walked beside Damian. The night air was crisp, a stark contrast to the heat simmering in her chest. The streets weren’t as busy this late, and the only sounds around them were the distant hum of cars and their own footsteps against the pavement.

Damian had insisted on walking her home, but they both knew where this was heading. They weren’t going to part ways at her door. Not tonight.

Still, something sat heavy on her tongue, something she’d been trying to push down all night.

“I don’t like it.” Her voice came out firm, cutting through the silence.

Damian turned his head slightly, his dark eyes narrowing. “Like what?”

Sienna exhaled sharply, coming to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk. She turned to face him, her gaze unwavering. “You letting other women touch you in front of me.”

He raised a brow, looking amused. “Jealous?”

Her fingers twitched. “That’s not the point.”

“Oh, I think it is.”

Sienna clenched her jaw. “Look, I know what this is. We’re just fucking, right? There’s no labels, no expectations. But if that’s all this is, then I would very much like it if that”—she gestured to his body, every inch of him that had driven her insane with need—“was only for me. For however long we planned to keep this up.”

She expected him to smirk, to tease her for her possessiveness. But instead, Damian’s gaze darkened, something unreadable flashing behind his eyes.

He took a step closer, invading her space, making her stomach flip. “I know,” he murmured. “And I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

The sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. She wasn’t sure if it was the apology itself or the fact that he actually meant it. But before she could respond, before she could dissect whatever the hell was happening between them, Damian reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers as he pulled her forward.

She followed without protest, her pulse quickening as they made their way up to his apartment.

The moment the door shut behind them, the tension snapped.

Neither of them wasted time. Damian pushed her against the door, his mouth crashing against hers in a desperate, bruising kiss. Sienna gasped into his lips, her purse slipping from her fingers and falling to the floor with a dull thud.

His hands were everywhere—gripping her waist, sliding up her back, threading into her hair as he deepened the kiss. She moaned softly, her body melting into his, her fingers clawing at the buttons of his shirt.

“Fuck,” Damian breathed against her lips, his hands moving down to her thighs. In one swift motion, he lifted her, pressing her harder against the door as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She could feel him—his heat, his need, the way his body molded perfectly against hers.

His lips trailed down to her neck, kissing, biting, leaving his mark like he was branding her as his. Sienna tilted her head back, her breath hitching as his teeth scraped against her pulse point.

“This is what I want,” he murmured, his voice rough and laced with hunger. “Only you.”

Her stomach flipped at his words, but she didn’t have time to process them before he was kissing her again, his lips moving feverishly against hers.

Somehow, they made their way to the couch, their hands refusing to let go of each other. Damian fell back onto the cushions, pulling her onto his lap. Sienna straddled him, her fingers threading through his dark hair as she kissed him like she was starved.

His hands roamed her body, slipping under her blouse, trailing up her spine, sending shivers down her skin. She arched into his touch, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders.

Her lips left his, trailing down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. She could hear his sharp intake of breath as she kissed his skin, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest.

“God, Sienna,” he groaned, his grip tightening on her hips.

He flipped them over, pinning her beneath him on the couch, his lips finding hers again in a slow, torturous kiss that left her gasping.

She tugged at his belt, her fingers desperate to remove the last barrier between them, he let her. As he lifted up her skirt and he moved her underwear to the side, feeling her wet core. He smirked. “Put it in already.” Sienna said.

“Someone is starving.” He said. “My condoms are in my room, I will go and get them right now.” He was about to hop off the couch when she grabbed him.

“I am on the pill, don't worry.” He looked at her as if trying to figure out if she was lying or not. He sighed nodding his head. And he took out his already hardened cock and without warning he shoved it in. Sienna gasped, clutching the couch.

Damian’s movements were not slow, he was fast but he made sure she was enjoying it. “I think you are the one who is starving here.” Sienna said between deep breaths and moans as damian moved faster and deeper.

“I think we both are.” He said resting his hand on the couch as he moved faster.

“Fuck…” Sienna gasped and moaned. He was hitting the right places and She loved every second of it. He then lifted her so she was sitting on top of him. His cock slipped out and she helped put it in and she held onto his shoulders for balance so she could move properly.

He held her by her hips to help her move faster. The only sounds that could be heard were than of their skins slapping against each other, Sienna’s gasps and moans and Damian’s heavy breathing.

As the time went on and on Sienna could feel herself about to explode, and she did and damian didn't pull out, he came inside her.

Sienna’s breathing was heavy as she sat beside Damian, her skin still flushed from what had just transpired between them. The weight of realization settled in her chest like a stone.

"You didn’t pull out," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers clutched the edge of the couch, trying to steady herself.

Damian turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "You said you were on the pill," he responded, his voice calm but firm.

"I am," she said quickly, but that wasn’t the point. It wasn’t just about the technicality—it was about what this meant. The lack of control. The raw intimacy. The way he had taken her completely, without hesitation.

She exhaled, glancing down at her thighs. "It’s… dripping down my thighs," she muttered, more to herself than to him.

Damian ran a hand through his hair, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned, but Sienna could feel a rush of emotions she couldn’t quite name. He looked at her then, his dark eyes scanning her face like he was waiting for her reaction.

After a beat of silence, he smirked. "How about we take a shower?"

Sienna’s head snapped up. "Together?"

"Yeah," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "You’re already a mess, and I don’t feel like letting you leave my apartment like this."

She scoffed. "I can clean myself up just fine, thanks."

Damian tilted his head. "I don’t trust you to do a good job." His smirk deepened when she shot him a glare. "Besides, you don’t want to walk out of here smelling like me, do you?"

Her stomach flipped. She did smell like him—his cologne, his sweat, him. The thought made her breath hitch.

"Fine," she said, standing up with as much dignity as she could muster. "But I swear, if you try anything—"

"I won’t," he interrupted smoothly, placing a hand on her lower back as he guided her toward the bathroom. "Not unless you beg."

Sienna rolled her eyes, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her.

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The bathroom was sleek, modern, and far too luxurious for someone who barely spent time in his own apartment. Dark marble lined the walls, and the glass shower was massive—easily big enough for two.

Sienna hesitated as Damian turned on the water, letting the steam fill the room. He reached for the buttons on his shirt, unfastening them with practiced ease. She swallowed hard, her eyes betraying her as they traced the hard planes of his chest.

"You’re staring," he teased.

"You’re in my line of sight," she shot back, peeling off her own shirt with as much indifference as she could muster.

Damian chuckled but said nothing. He slid off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower first, letting the water cascade down his broad shoulders. Sienna forced herself to look anywhere but at him as she followed.

The moment the warm water hit her skin, she sighed. The soreness in her body was a reminder of what they had done, but the heat helped soothe the tension. She closed her eyes, letting the droplets roll down her back, washing away the remnants of their earlier activities.

When she opened her eyes, Damian was watching her.

"What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"Nothing," he murmured, stepping forward. His hands reached for her hair, gently pushing the wet strands away from her face.

Her breath hitched.

"You should have let me carry you here sooner," he said.

Sienna scoffed. "I can walk just fine."

Damian didn’t argue. Instead, he grabbed the soap, lathering it between his hands before gently running them over her shoulders. She stiffened at first, but as his fingers moved in slow, careful motions, she felt herself relax.

"This is unnecessary," she muttered.

"I disagree."

She looked up at him, her lips parting slightly, but she had no response.

His touch was tender in a way she hadn’t expected. It was different from how he touched her before—less about control, more about… care. The realization unsettled her.

Sienna turned around, pretending to focus on rinsing her hair, but she could still feel his presence behind her. Every movement, every shift in the air.

Then, his hands were on her waist.

She stilled.

"Damian—”

“I am breaking my promise. I want to fuck you right now.” Sienna’s breath hitched. She sighed shaking her head.

“I should have known better than to trust you.” She said. He slid His hand down, parting her legs and he started rubbing her clit while sucking her hard nipples. She gasped.

He started rubbing faster and he slid his fingers pumping them in and out. She held onto his shoulders for support because she knew that she might fall because she couldn’t stand up straight. Damian picked up Sienna so her legs were wrapped around his waist and he leaned her on the wall as he put his cock in. “Damian…” Sienna gasped, holding onto him for dear life.

He moved faster and deeper, earning gasps and moans from Sienna. She was enjoying it, and he knew that too. He leaned with his hand on the wall.

He groaned as his movements got sloppy, but this time he pulled out as Sienna unwrapped my legs around his waist and set her feet down.

The warm water cascaded over them as they stood in the shower, catching their breath. Sienna leaned her head against Damian’s chest, still panting softly.

“At least you pulled out,” she muttered, closing her eyes.

Damian chuckled, running a hand down her damp back. “And my water bill is going up this month.”

She huffed a small laugh, lifting her head to look at him. “I’d say that’s your problem.”

He smirked. “Guess I’ll have to start charging you rent.”

Rolling her eyes, she stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. Damian followed, wrapping a towel around his waist. As she dried herself off, she realized she hadn’t brought anything to wear.

“Uh… I should go back to my place to change,” she said, tightening the towel around her body.

Damian arched a brow. “You could just wear my clothes.”

She hesitated. Staying the night was dangerous. It blurred the already messy lines between them. But the thought of leaving right now, stepping into the cold hallway, going back to her empty apartment, didn’t sit well either.

“I don’t know…” she said, shifting from foot to foot.

Damian stepped closer, brushing his knuckles down her arm. “Just stay. You’re comfortable here, aren’t you?” His voice was low, persuasive.

Sienna sighed, knowing she was already convinced. “Fine.”

He smirked in victory and walked over to his closet, pulling out a pair of silky black pajamas. “These should fit.”

She took them from him and disappeared into the bathroom to change. The fabric was warm and smooth against her skin, and she begrudgingly admitted to herself that they were ridiculously comfortable.

When she stepped out, Damian was already sitting on the bed, the towel now replaced with a pair of sweatpants. He watched her with a satisfied look as she padded over to the bed.

“They suit you,” he remarked.

“They’re warm,” she admitted, climbing into bed.

The moment she was under the covers, Damian reached for her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. She stiffened for a second before relaxing into the warmth of his body.

“You’re not going to let me sleep on my side, are you?” she mumbled, feeling his breath against her hair.

“Nope,” he said simply, pulling her even closer.

Sienna sighed, but deep down, she didn’t really mind. His warmth, his presence—it felt nice. Dangerous, but nice.

Damian pressed a soft kiss against her temple. “Goodnight, Sienna.”

She closed her eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Goodnight, Damian.”

And for the first time in a while, she fell asleep feeling… safe.