The Fear That Follows Pleasure

Lilith's POV The moment the driver’s voice rang from outside the changing room, my entire body went still. My back pressed hard against the wall. Damien’s hand was still wrapped around my wrist from where he had pulled me in, my blouse half open, my breath too fast to disguise. The phone rang again in the pocket of my bag. The sound was painfully loud in the small room. Damien’s head turned toward the sound, then back to me. His expression did not change, but something dark showed behind his eyes. He moved like he was about to answer it for me, voice low and steady, ready to say whatever needed to be said. “I’ll handle it.” That pulled me back to myself like a slap. I jerked away, breath breaking out of my chest. “No. No, Damien, I can’t be caught with you. Not here… not ever.” His eyes stayed on me, steady and unreadable. Not angry. Not disappointed. Just this controlled heat that terrified me more than Lucian ever had. The kind of look that understood why I was panicking but hated th