The Crimson Suite felt smaller with every passing minute.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my body still marked from Damien’s possessive f*****g. Fresh hickeys bloomed on my neck and breasts. c*m still leaked slowly down my inner thighs. My legs trembled as I tried to steady myself.
Damien stood behind me, his hands resting possessively on my hips. His reflection stared back at me with dark excitement.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice low. “I can try to buy us more time.”
I shook my head slowly. “If I refuse, they release everything from the boardroom to the rooftop… All of it. I have no choice. I can’t let my family see them.”
Just then, a soft knock sounded on the door, and two masked attendants in black suits entered.
“It’s time, Miss Bennett,” one said p
