Damien's POV
I sat at the head of the conference table, surrounded by voices that blurred into background noise. The room buzzed with tension—executives shifting papers, scrolling through slides, pitching ideas—but none of it held my attention.
Not when the only thing on my mind was her.
She was locked up in my house right now. Isabella. The girl who had once given me a night that changed everything—and now looked at me like a monster.
If only she remembered. If only she knew what that night in Colorado had meant to me. The way her body responded to mine without hesitation. The way she let me take her—claim her—over and over until we collapsed into each other, breathless and raw.
The things I did to her that night. f**k.
I had never known that kind of satisfaction before. Never. Not
