The door slammed shut behind Damian, but the echoes of his presence still lingered in the air.
Aria lay on the bed, her wrists tingling where he'd held her, her lips still bruised from his kiss. Her heart thudded violently, not just from fear—but from the overwhelming storm of emotions that refused to settle.
What was that? she thought, blinking up at the ceiling.
A kiss? A warning? A punishment?
She curled into herself, wrapping her arms around her body.
This is madness… I can’t breathe here.
Tears welled up again, but she forced them back.
I was ready to walk away. I was ready to let go. Then he…
Her fingers touched her lips, and she flinched at the heat that still lingered there.
Is this what he wants? A puppet? A prisoner? Or does he even understand what he's doing to me?
May
