Elara
I woke up to sunlight filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow across silk sheets that felt far too expensive against my skin. My body ached in the most intimate places a deep, delicious soreness between my thighs that reminded me of every thrust, every groan, every time Damien had claimed me last night.
This wasn’t my small dorm bed. This was Damien’s penthouse. His massive king-sized bed. His world.
I sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to my bare chest. The events of yesterday crashed over me like ice water: the video playing on the TV, Kael’s cruel smirk, Selene on her knees begging for forgiveness, the looks of shock and pity from our friends. The way I had run straight into Damien’s arms afterward, crying until I had no tears left.
And then… the way
