~Bianca's POV~
The silence in the car had teeth.
For five whole minutes, Damien sat across from me, legs crossed, phone in hand, eyes glued to the screen like I wasn't even there. Like he hadn't just detonated my entire life and walked away without a scratch.
The air felt thick, not just with tension but with velvet-wrapped control. Power hummed from the leather seats, the dark panels, and the unopened champagne nestled in the console. Every inch of the vehicle whispered: Obey.
I didn't move, my jaw locked and shoulders squared, as my gaze lingered on the details, but all I could feel was the pressure building inside me.
Then finally, I broke the silence.
"So now that you've gotten what you wanted… do I get what I asked for?"
His thumb paused mid-scroll, and he slowly lowered the ph
