something like war II

Damiano Vale, 22. Moscow's newest obsession, a ghost in the boardroom, and deadlier than before. He is running his family's multi-billion-dollar shipping empire while finishing his degree at Lomonosov Moscow State University. The teenage temper has hardened into a cold, ruthless calculated focus. He moves between high-society galas and underground business deals in bespoke charcoal suits, driving a matte-black Bugatti through the snow. He remains completely untouchable, but the playboy reputation has vanished, replaced by an icy, impenetrable wall that no one can breach.

Maya David, 21. Senior year at Columbia University, majoring in International Constitutional Law. She is top of her class, sharp-tongued, and a nightmare for corrupt student boards. Her long brunette hair is usually pinned up, and her style has evolved into sharp, tailored blazers and combat boots-undeniably confident and completely unbothered by elite ivy league cliques. Her walls are thicker now, built from years of surviving on her own terms, and she possesses zero tolerance for anyone who thinks their money can buy her time or her silence.

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His grip tightens on my waist, so tight that I swear it'll leave marks of memory.I whimper as I look up at him.

"Three fucking years I've longed to be inside of you Maya David." He whispers into my ear

He moves back enough to look at me. He's become taller than me, way taller. His shoulders are huge, his muscles are hard as rock, and gosh! His voice.

"Then why don't you show more how much you've longed for me Damiano Vale." I whisper back He makes a sound that makes my entire stomach flip.

He effortlessly pick me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He slams me against the wall and in just a second, his lips are on mine.

I moan into his mouth, my fingers instantly tangling into his thick hair, pulling him closer as if we could somehow erase every single second of the distance between us. He groans...