Bianca’s POV
The ride back from the company felt like a trap I couldn’t escape. The tinted windows of Damian’s car reflected a pale and anxious version of myself.
The words Damien had said earlier, they still clung to me, ringing in my head.
“I’ll drop by tonight. I need a good s*x play to calm my nerves. Be a good girl.”
I shut my eyes, gripping the seat until my knuckles whitened.
It wasn’t just the arrogance of his words, but the decisiveness and finality in the way he said them.
It was as if my body was already his by contract, as if I had no say in what he wanted to do with me.
And the worst part? There was a truth in that.
I hated myself for that.
“What am I supposed to think of that?” I whispered under my breath.
The car rolled moves through the city, the ride becomin
