Damien’s POV
Cleo dropped to her knees, naked desperation painted across her face.
“He forced himself on me!” she cried, clutching at her chest, dragging in ragged breaths like she was the victim here. “I didn’t want it—he just grabbed me! Damien, you have to believe me!”
I didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
“That’s what you said the last time,” I murmured. “With Jaxon.”
Her lips parted.
“And now the same f*****g story?” I scoffed. “Are you really that shameless?”
She crawled forward, clutching at my ankle. “You left me! You left me horny and aching and ran off like a trained mutt to your f*****g deranged sister!”
I flinched—but only for a second.
My jaw clenched as I stared down at her. For a split second, the urge to slam her head against the wall was volcanic. White-hot rage surged thr
