I thought it was over.
That brutal night left me sore, trembling, ruined in ways I couldn’t hide. I thought maybe he’d gotten it out of his system.
But Damien doesn’t stop.
Two nights later, I found myself dragged into his apartment again this time by choice. I knocked, he opened, and the moment his eyes locked on me, I knew I’d made a mistake.
“You came to me,” he said, voice dark, heavy. “Good girl.”
Before I could reply, he pulled me inside, locking the door. My back hit it with a thud, his mouth crushing mine, his hands already pulling at my dress.
But then, instead of shoving me against the wall, he stepped back. Slowly. His lips curved into a dangerous smirk.
“Take off your clothes.”
My breath hitched. “Here?”
“Do it.”
My hands shook as I stripped, skin heating under his st
