Bella stumbled through the darkened corridors of Damien’s penthouse, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain he could hear it from the other room. Tears stung her eyes, and the remnants of the night’s passion clung to her skin, making her feel more trapped than ever. Every brush of memory, every whisper of his dominance, still pulsed through her veins, mixing with the betrayal she felt twisting her gut.
Ethan’s words haunted her: “You’re becoming his plaything.” The thought that Damien’s obsession might not be love, but a dangerous game, tore at her. She had always known he was dangerous, a storm she could neither predict nor control, but hearing her brother voice it made it real in a way she couldn’t deny.
She pressed her hand to her lips, tasting the remnants of Damien’s kisses, a
