~ Harper’s POV ~
I woke up with the kind of headache that usually followed a night of heavy drinking, except I hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. It was a desire-hangover. My skin still felt hypersensitive, humming with the ghostly memory of Damon’s hands roaming over me in the dining hall. My core throbbed with a dull, unsatisfied ache that made me want to scream into my pillow.
God, I’m pathetic, I thought, staring at the ceiling.
I had been ready to let him take me right there on the floor like an animal. I, Harper Matias, who prided myself on being untouchable and strong-willed, had been reduced to a puddle of need by a man who was essentially my captor and my stepbrother. The shame was a bitter pill to swallow. I had set out to seduce him as a weapon of revenge, but last night, it f
