MAYA
I couldn’t believe what I had just done.
My palm still stung from the force of the slap. The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed in my ears like a gunshot. Tristan’s head had snapped to the side, and for one terrifying second the car was completely silent except for my ragged sobs.
I had slapped him.
Tristan Desmond, the man who owned half the city, the ruthless Devil everyone feared, the one who had made me c*m until I cried and begged- and I had raised my hand and struck him across the face.
Guilt crashed over me like ice water. My lips trembled. Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away.
“I’m… I’m sorry-” I whimpered, voice breaking. My hand clenched into a fist in my lap, the same hand that had hit him, as if I could scold it for what it had d
