One mistake and Billionaire's Prisoner

Luna's serene expressions broke. She stirred out of that deep sleep that kept her unaware of the horrors that awaited her.

Over the white bedsheets, her heavy hair was scattered, uneven and messy.

The slim, petite body, just under the protection of a thin quilt, looked so provocative. It ignited a fire in the hearts of onlookers, making them want to quickly grab the quilt and throw it away and reveal the voluptuous body that hid underneath.

Yet at the same time, her fragility and daintiness and the innocence of that small flushed face elicited a feeling of gentleness towards her in one's heart. It made one want to treat her with such care and thoughtfulness as if handling the delicate petal of a rose.

Her long eyelashes lifted slightly to reveal those limpid, bright eyes that could stun any soul into awe. Every feature of that girl was perfect. Her eyes were like a pair of polished marble balls, with thick, long eyelashes and slightly tilted edges. Her small nose was sculptured into a perfectly straight, slightly edged shape. Her jawline was sharp, and her face had high cheekbones. Every feature of hers accentuated the others to enhance her overall beauty.

Her skin was even more enticing, delicate and smooth with a touch of natural blush.

But this time, those striking eyes only managed into a half-closed crescent shape. They looked somewhat hazy, and her face was also exceptionally rosy.

Surrounded by rose petals on the white sheets, she looked like an unblemished angel. Vulnerable, at the centre of that heart-shaped bed, ready to be taken advantage of anytime.

"Awake?" Suddenly, a voice travelled across the room and reached her ears. The familiar voice with the familiar coldness jolted her awake.

Memories from the last night erupted at the back of her head, making her face turn even more crimson. Within her heart, a strange flutter emerged.

Not daring to move, only her eyes shifted and came in contact with those piercing deep orbs.

She froze at once.

He wore an impassive look, like always. Upon eye contact, the corner of his lip tilted into a small smirk. No one could look past that man's icy eyes. No one had ever been able to.

Some said under those cold eyes, he hid a savage beast.

Some said he was just naturally unfeeling and cold without emotions.

Luna could not understand how, after sharing a night of such passion,such intimacy, this man could still be so-so cold.

Just his mere smirk would make one's soul shudder-she looked away

She could not maintain eye contact with his fierce gaze longer than this. No one could.

She shifted on the bed and forced herself into a sitting position. The movement caused a stabbing pain between her legs that travelled up. She winced. It wasn't the pain that bothered her. It was the reason that the pain was there.

She had lost something last night.

And the pain was the evidence.

Evidence of the passion that overtook them last night. Evidence of the-

She shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of those sinful thoughts. She even slightly bit her lip to make the pain distract her from the throbbing down there. Under the protection of the quilt, her hands were curled into fists. They were so tight that her knuckles had turned white.

"Look lovely, don't you?" His voice broke out of her memories and brought her back to reality. She didn't know which was worse. Luna paused, preparing herself for whatever words he had to say and the hurt that would come along with the words.

She knew he was not going to let her off easily. It wasn't his nature. He wasn't a kind man.

He walked towards her. The front of his white shirt was still unbuttoned. Everything underneath was visible. Toned, masculine chest. Smooth and inviting one's desire to run their hands all over it to feel every ridge and hardness. He slowly buttoned his cuffs as he approached her. "Covered in all these marks. Souvenirs of our night together." His voice grew low as his deep eyes inspected the marks on her body one by one.

Fresh, red and given by him. The proof she was taken. And taken by him.

He had made her his and marked her with persistent reminders. She could not deny it.

Still not daring to look at him directly, she felt him approach. Closer and closer. Luna's heart thumped louder and louder, unaware of the dangerous thoughts emerging in the man's head.

Self-conscious, she tightly grabbed the silk sheets and covered her body as best as she could. She didn't want to provoke him. He head fell, her hair came forward and covered her face like a cascade, obscuring her vision and masking her expression.

At that moment, all she wanted was for him to leave her alone. To mend her wounds. To let her be.

If he didn't leave her, she feared.... she feared she might end up doing something to provoke him again. And everything that happened last night would end up repeating.

However, deep within, there was a part of her- a certain part that didn't want him to leave... that didn't want him to let her be... that wanted the very thing that happened last night to... repeat- a part she would never admit to having.

But what she wanted was irrelevant. The man was not was not benevolent. If he really wanted her, he would take her. Whether she wanted it it not.

After she made the first move on him last night, he was not going to spare her. Not so easily.

She had opened the barrier, broken the boundary that kept him at bay.

Now he was free to do whatever he wanted with her whenever he wanted her.

One night of payment was definitely not enough.

Abruptly, her chin was grabbed, and she was forced to look straight into his deep, abyss-like eyes. Being pierced by those sharp yet mesmerisingly beautiful eyes, Luna's heart stopped for a second.

The hold was firm, unrelelntling but not hurtful. Control with gentleness.

Even though she had been pierced countless times by his gaze, every time the experience was fresh. Raw, intense and something that was felt in the depth of the soul. Always managing to stir something deep within that no other man could.

"Afraid?" The voice was soft, but Luna didn't miss the dangerous edge to it... the edge being the testimony of what that man was capable of despite being gentle with her.

Her heart rate spiked to an unbearable extent; she could hear it in her ears. The dum dum of her terrified self. With an abrupt jerk, she freed her face from his grip.

Looking away, she pressed her lips into a thin line. A frown appeared on her small forehead.

She made a powerful statement without saying a word.

She wasn't going to interact with him

Her defiance earned a deep chuckle from the man.

Eyes wide, she looked back at him. This time not shying away from his incisive gaze.

"I am not afraid of you." She announced.

"Oh, are you not?" Daimen raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Definitely not!" She replied, resolute with her words.

"The way you are covering yourself with that thin, flimsy quilt as if seeking its protection from me. The way you are clutching it so tightly as if your life depends upon it..." He placed both his hands on the bed as he sat beside her. Leaning in towards her, his face inched closer. With the distance closing in, Luna's eyes widened with anticipation "But little girl, do you really think this little piece of cloth can save you from me?" His voice was still light, almost playful.

'This little piece of cloth can save you from me?' The words repeated in her mind as their implication was grasped. Her expressions altered from defiance to worry.

So last night was really not enough? He was not planning to let her off. But what more did he want when she had already...

A surge of heat rose from within her. She bit her lip in nervousness.

Without asking, Damian's hand reached out and wrapped a strand of the silky hair around his finger; his eyes intently looked into her soul through her glimmering eyes- eyes that looked so provocative when filled with confusion and fear.

Under his deep, incisive gaze, she was naked. Her every emotion, every thought, everything was being read by him. She couldn't hide any part of her soul.

"What are you planning to do?" She asked, hugged herself deeper and retreated into herself. Her tone, meek.

'The moment she broke from his grasp, she was so ferocious. Yet now, her voice sounds so submissive.' The corner of his lip curled up slightly.

His deep gaze continued to pin her with his heated stare. His finger continued to roll her silky brown hair; doing so, his hand inched closer to her face. The back of his hand brushed the side of her cheek. The touch was gentle but bone-chilling for Luna.

His escalating actions and passionate eyes said all that his words didn't.

'So he really... really wants it again?' Luna's eyes widened upon realisation. Out of instinct, she shifted away.

She had just moved an inch when Damian guessed her intentions. His eyes turned icy; he slammed his hands on both her sides against the headboard, ending her means of escape.

The abruptness of his action, the loudness of the slam and the coldness of his eyes-all screamed one thing at her.

Resistance wasn't an option.

Since she was the one who had started it... she would have to take responsibility.

Encaged within his arms, she pressed her cherry red lips into thin lines.

She could only give up.

In front of this formidable man, she was helpless.

She could not match his gym-trained, athletic body.

Even if, by some lucky chance, she succeeded in escaping his grasp and running out of this room, there was a horde of bodyguards waiting outside. They would bring her back to his feet without him even bothering to order them.

There was no place in this world where she could seek refuge from him.

No matter how much effort she put in or how far she got, in the end, it would just be as much work as flicking a finger for him to get her back right into his mansion.

He would find her, bring her back to his bed and do whatever he desired.

If she truly regretted it right now...she should have thought it before provoking the Devil last night.

Once Luna realised that she could not avoid the consequences of her actions, her gem-like chocolate brown eyes shimmered with determination.

With a heart that had reached conclusion, she lifted her head to meet his heated gaze. But once her eyes landed on that cold, chiselled face and that subtle hint of desire in those eyes...she felt the strings of her heart being pulled mercilessly. The sensation was vivid and overwhelming. Events of last night flashed across her mind.

At that time... when he had held her down... and...and...

Unwanted desire emerged between her legs and spread across her lower abdomen. Luna sucked in a deep breath. Under the quilt, her fists tightened even more. Her nails dug into the flesh of her palm.

Maybe the pain would bring her senses back to her.

Afraid that he might look through what she was feeling, Luna quickly broke eye contact, hiding her lust from his perceptive gaze.

Why was her body giving such a reaction to this man? She didn't like him. Then why?

Wasn't that obvious? Could it be her cousin was right? Was she just a slut?

Her helplessness ended up in a thin layer of unshed tears over her gleaming eyes. She looked even more enticing.

Those conflicting feelings. She could never comprehend them. She hated him. But she desired him. What did she really want? She was still unsure. And in her uncertainty, she had given herself to him.

She thought that after spending a night with him, her feelings would clear up.

But that didn't happen.

She was even more confused than before. Even more directionless.

All of a sudden, her face was grabbed. Actions rough. She was forced to look at him.

The sudden movement forced those unshed tears to roll down her rosy cheeks like colourless shining pearls.

Damien paused. After a moment, his thumb grazed across her cheek. Gentle and thoughtful, removing the tears. But soon, they were replaced with fresh ones.

She had never cried in front of him like this. Not even when he had forced her here. Not even last night.

He glanced at his wet thumb and chuckled darkly. "Why?" Suddenly, the intimate and playful environment dissipated. Luna sensed the change in him.

The shift made her shrink back in fear. The defiance brought an even harsher response out of him. Luna had learned it. Whenever she showed defiance, he would feel an urge to crush. But she couldn't just help herself. Not this time.

He looked at her tearful eyes. Over his face that had always been excessively cold, grew a few layers of frost.

"I asked why?" His voice grew quieter-silence before a storm.

The air in the room felt suffocating

However, Luna didn't respond.

After a long while had passed, and she still made no movement, he moved closer to her. His lips were inches away from her neck. His hot breath brushed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Shivers that weren't unpleasant.

"Last night..." His voice was low, seductive with an undertone of warning, "Didn't you like it very much?" A hint of repressed anger appeared in his tone.

Yet, his deep, evocative voice successfully rekindled those images that Luna was struggling so hard to suppress.

Those hot, passionate kisses...her moans...her shameless words...

"Please, don't!" She shut her eyes tight, shaking her head, denying those memories from emerging.

No, that did not happen!

"I remember it was you who was screaming my name when I..."

"I said stop it!" Her voice was loud. First time she dared to be so loud in front of him.

Placing her hands over his shoulder, she shoved him away.

Since she was the one who started it, did she think she had a right to act like a victim now?

That shove did it. Damian's lips curled up into a cold smirk. His eyes lost that subtle hint of warmth. The real Devil appeared. That look could make one shit his pants.

And Luna was just a little girl.

Leaning back again, his finger lifted up her chin.

"Is it because..." He asked, peering into her soul as if mocking her, "It hurts?" His other hand slipped under the quilt, travelled across her leg, and ended up resting upon her naked thigh under the blanket.

His warm, strong yet gentle touch made Luna almost jump out of bed. Each and every inch of skin his touch would ignite into flames of desire.

Those feelings were too overwhelming.

Luna instantly put her hand over his, stopping him from proceeding. She tried to pry his hand off, but failed.

Her actions only resulted in the hold over her flesh getting tighter. It was a warning. An immense heat crawled up her core, making her breath unstable. Her hand that was resting atop his, over the quilt, trembled and weakened, no longer stopping him.

She felt her resolve weakening.

No, this had to stop now!

Last night...must not repeat!

"Just what else do you want now?" Luna raised her head and looked into his eyes. This time, the vulnerability in her eyes was replaced with emptiness. "Haven't you already taken everything from me? Aren't you satisfied now? Would you only stop once I kill myself out of desperation?"

Getting such a response, he paused. Knowing that she had finally got him, Luna continued, "Is it my death you want? You might think that I won't take such a step because of my family. But Damian, let me tell you. If you push me over my limits, I won't even care for my family anymore."

Just as expected, anger roiled up within those deep, dark orbs. A deep, terrifying anger. It was as if dark clouds of gloom had suddenly infiltrated the room. The atmosphere had changed so quickly.

Any moment now.

Something was about to erupt.

Luna waited. Keeping her tear-filled yet determined eyes fixated on his face, keeping her small, dainty hand firmly fixed over his hand that was threatening her.

And then, he laughed.

He laughed.

And it was the coldest and chilliest laugh she had ever heard.

"Do you think by killing yourself you can escape me?" The hand on her thigh never left. Instead, it only tightened more and more. To the point, Luna knew that if he pressed a little more, it would leave a mark.

However, his strength never surpassed the limit to actually hurt her.

Suddenly, he climbed onto the bed and pinned her down.

Startled, Luna froze. Only after a moment, she recovered and began to struggle.

"Stop!"

It happened too suddenly.

One moment Luna was sitting, leaning against the headboard, trying to strategise her way out of the complicated situation, and in the next, she found herself beneath him, the cold sheets brushing her back as Damian's shadow loomed over her.

Everything happened so fast that she didn't even have the time to breathe, much less react. His strength, his presence, the sheer dominance radiating off him-she felt all of it press down on her in a single overwhelming wave.

And before she could react, warm, moist lips leaned down and claimed hers without waiting for permission.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss-nothing hesitant or questioning.

It was fierce, consuming, almost punishing, as if he were imprinting his existence onto her very soul.

Once the kiss deepened and their tongues intertwined, Luna felt the last of her defences crumble. She fell into that cyclone of emotions she had been desperately trying to avoid for years-fear, longing, confusion, desire. All of it spiralled within her, pulling her down without mercy.

Her hands, which had been gripping his lapel with the intention of pushing him away, betrayed her. Instead of resisting, they pulled him closer, dragging him down to her.

Her fingers moved on their own, unrestrained as they slid up his broad shoulders, into his soft, silky hair.

She tugged him closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger she pretended she didn't possess.

It terrified her-how instinctively, how helplessly her body remembered him.

When he finally pulled back after that long, breath-stealing kiss, Luna's eyes fluttered open. Those deep, endless eyes of his held her captive, pulling her soul into them with a force that made her forget how to inhale.

His gaze was intense-too intense.

There was something raw in it, something unguarded that she had never seen before.

The look he gave her made her instantly regret every reckless word she had thrown at him earlier.

"D-Damian, I am-"

"I won't let anyone take you away. Not even death."

His tone was deep, quiet, deadly serious. The words were not just a threat-they were a vow. A vow spoken by a man who never broke one.

"You belong to me and only me."

Luna froze.

It was rare-so rare-to see Damian Blackwell allow emotion to seep into his words. He was a man carved from ice and discipline.

A man whose coldness could silence a room. If any of his subordinates had witnessed him in this state, with vulnerability flickering in his eyes, they would have believed it was an illusion.

This was the same man who could terrify a veteran soldier with a single calm glance. The same man whose voice, when dipped in frost, could make even the boldest criminals choke on fear.

Yet tonight, he wasn't cold.

He was burning.

He gave her one last glance-quick, sharp, lingering longer than he intended.

Then he picked up his coat, slipped it on with mechanical precision, and without sparing her another look, walked toward the door. His footsteps were steady, controlled. But Luna saw the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw. He was running-not from danger, but from her.

The heavy thud of the closing door echoed through the enormous room, announcing that he had left her alone once again.

Silence settled around her like a thick blanket. For a long moment, she didn't move. She remained frozen in that same position, her lips still tingling, her fingers still trembling with the memory of his hair between them. She wasn't sure if he had truly left or if he was standing behind the closed door, fighting the urge to return.

But the hallway remained silent.

Slowly, she released a shaky breath and forced herself to sit up.

Pulling the quilt around her body, she rose from the bed. Each movement felt oddly detached, as if she were watching herself from the outside. She walked toward the window-the massive glass wall overlooking the city below. Her steps were soft, almost soundless, swallowed by the thick carpet.

She gazed down at the silent city, glittering like a field of distant stars. Her long, thick hair cascaded down her back in messy waves, tangling around her shoulders, dark and unruly, falling like a veil around her form.

It was daybreak.

The first traces of gold crept across the horizon, softening the edges of skyscrapers with a quiet glow. The room itself was perched on one of the highest floors of the Blackwell Tower-hundreds of floors above ground, secluded from the noise of the living world.

Up here, it always felt like a different realm.

A place where only two people existed.

Luna knew her life would never be the same-not since the day Damian laid his eyes on her. That moment had sealed her fate.

Her life had changed the day she made that grave, irreversible mistake three years ago-when she was only seventeen, naïve and brave in all the wrong ways.

"Damian Blackwell," she whispered, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

Her fingertips pressed against the cold glass. The chill seeped into her skin, grounding her, reminding her of reality. Her lips trembled into a faint smile; not a happy one, but a fragile, helpless one. Remnants of tears still clung to her lashes. Streaks of moisture still stained her cheeks.

Damian Blackwell.

A name that chilled countless people down to their marrow.

A name whispered with fear, respect, dread.

A name no one dared to offend in their wildest dreams.

But she had.

Luna Hart was never a fragile, weak girl. Her appearance was delicate-a rose petal waiting to be bruised-but inside, she carried a strength that refused to break. That strength was her blessing-

-and her curse.

Perhaps if she had been a softer girl, a more timid girl, she wouldn't have made that catastrophic mistake three years ago.

Exactly three years ago, in a dimly lit club past midnight, she had seen him for the first time.

Damian Blackwell.

Back then, she had thought he was... likeable. Yes, likeable. Though she didn't know his name or identity, her first impression was gentle. She had believed he was a man with a cold exterior yet a righteous heart.

How wrong she was.

Fatally wrong.

And she had been running from the consequences ever since.