The car ride back was silent. My body was wrecked, thighs trembling, throat raw from taking him, but Damien’s hand never left my thigh. His grip was firm, possessive, like a reminder: you’re mine.
When we pulled into his building, he didn’t even give me a chance to walk. He lifted me out, carried me into the elevator, and pressed me against the mirrored wall, kissing me hard, brutal. His tongue claimed me the way his body had demanding, unstoppable.
By the time we reached his apartment, my dress was torn, my lips swollen, and my mind a blur.
The second the door shut, he shoved me against it, ripping the rest of the fabric down my body. “Clothes off. Now.”
My hands fumbled, but he didn’t wait. He grabbed the leather cuffs hanging by his door—like they’d been waiting for me and snapped t
