Damien’s POV
Stupid f*****g dream.
How many times did I c*m?
I stared down at myself, jaw clenched, fury boiling beneath my skin.
Disgust. Shame. Frustration. All tangled up in the mess she left behind—even in my sleep.
Sheets tangled around my legs. Sweat slicked across my chest. My c**k still rock-hard and aching like it hadn’t finished what it started.
I sat up slowly, the taste of her still in my mouth, the ghost of her heat still pulsing between my thighs.
Fuck.
I raked a hand through my hair, breathing like I’d run five miles through a war zone. My fists clenched. My teeth ground together so hard I thought I’d crack a molar.
She had no right to torment me this way.
Not after what she did. Not after what she took.
I swung my legs off the bed and stood, not bothering to look
