7
Damon’s POV
I had to end this.
I watched Alexa from across my office, the bruises on her neck still fresh, my marks sinking deep into her skin like a f*****g brand. The evidence of my failure.
She was too fragile for this life. For me.
She didn’t understand what she was playing with.
I clenched my fists, forcing steel into my voice. “This needs to stop.”
Her brows furrowed. “What?”
“This.” I gestured between us. “You keep coming back, and I keep giving in, but it’s only a matter of time before I take too much. You’re not safe with me, Alexa.”
She shook her head, stepping closer. “You keep saying that, but I’m still here. I’m fine.”
I grabbed her wrist—too fast, too rough. She gasped, eyes widening at my grip.
“You call this fine?” My voice was razor-sharp with my control hangi
