Skylar’s POV~
"Maybe I did."
The words hung in the air, sealing a fate I wasn't sure I was ready for, but my body was screaming for.
Damian’s grip on my hip turned painful, his knuckles white against the black silk of my nightgown. For a second, I thought he was going to spin me around, right there in front of Dex and Rafe, and finish what the broken scotch glass had started. I saw Dex’s grin widen, his eyes hungry, and Rafe took another step forward, his presence a cold shadow swallowing the room.
But then, the moment shattered.
"Go," Damian barked, the word vibrating with a restraint that sounded like it was physically hurting him. He shoved me, not hard, but with enough force to make me stumble back toward the staircase. "Upstairs. Now, Skylar. Before I forget I’m a man and you’re
