The threat from the unknown blackmailer kept running through my mind.
I felt physically sick as I walked into Damienâs office the next morning. My body was still sore and marked from the rooftop gangbang and everything that followed. c*m from multiple men had dried on my skin despite my attempts to clean up.
Damien was standing by the window, looking out over the city like he owned it. Which he did.
He turned when he heard the door lock. His eyes immediately darkened with lust and something like controlled fury.
âCome here,â he ordered.
I walked to him. He grabbed me by the throat and pulled me into a brutal kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth as his hands roamed under my dress.
âYouâre going to do what the blackmailer wants today,â he said against my lips, voice low and dangerous. âB
