Olivia let out a dark chuckle and the voice of her laughter only caused Damian’s veins to bulge visibly, his fury barely contained. His jaw tightened as his voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “Olivia… don’t test my patience.”
Olivia staggered slightly, brushing her fingers over the faint imprint of his hand on her neck. Her dark smile only deepened.
“What does it look like, Damian? She had to know what she’s missing,” she mocked.
Damian’s fists clenched, his morals waging war with the rage surging through him. He wasn’t the type of man who lay hands on a woman, but Olivia was pushing every boundary. His voice was low and threatening. “Why?”
“It’s no big deal, Damian.” Olivia shrugged nonchalantly. “You should be thanking me. At least now she’s jealous.”
Damian took a slow, deliberate
