HIS VELVET SIN

The rain fell like shards of glass, slicing through the night as if the sky itself was weeping.

Somewhere between the thunder and the city lights, a black Maserati purred down the street — sleek, silent, and merciless.

Inside sat Damien Moretti, the man they whispered about in every luxury club and underground bar.

The billionaire with blood on his cufflinks.

The devil with a jawline carved by sin.

He wasn’t supposed to look her way that night.

He wasn’t supposed to stop his car, or notice the woman running barefoot through the rain — her red dress clinging to her body, her eyes wide with fear and defiance.

But he did.

And when their eyes met, everything he had built — the empire, the control, the untouchable power — cracked.

Just a little.

Just enough to let her in.

She was fire in a world of ice.

Amina Vale — the woman who would destroy him.

He didn’t know it yet.

He only saw a problem he wanted to solve, a beauty he wanted to own.

But fate doesn’t negotiate with men like Damien. It tempts them.

And when temptation looks like her, love isn’t salvation — it’s damnation dressed in velvet.