~Bianca's POV~
His breath ghosted across my cheek—warm, steady, and far too intentional.
I couldn't move with my back pinned to the marble, Damien's body boxing me in like a wall I couldn't climb. My heart thundered against my ribs, every instinct screaming to run, yet my body refused to obey.
"What… what are you doing?" I finally asked, my voice more breath than sound.
He arched a brow like the question was amusing. "What do you think I'm doing?" he murmured dangerously. "Didn't you offer yourself to me this morning like a common slut?"
The word sliced through me, making me flinch. Heat and shame collided inside me, but I forced my chin up. "I did what I had to do," I snapped, "don't mistake that for interest." I shoved at his chest but he didn't budge. "And I haven't agreed to anyth
