'What did Seraphina and I talk about? Nothing. A few pointless words.'
Elodie pressed her lips shut. She stared at him coldly.
Damian's warning bore down on her. "Elodie, don't make me do this the hard way."
"I didn't provoke her into quitting acting." That was all she said. She refused to offer a single word more.
Her lips stayed sealed. Damian's fury mounted. "Looks like you really haven't been dealt with enough."
His mouth came down on her again—a deliberate punishment—raining kisses over her skin. When he reached her neck, he bit down hard. Elodie cried out, the pain ripping a scream from her throat. Tears spilled down her face instantly. "You bastard!"
Damian's hands were everywhere. He gripped her waist. His voice dropped to something menacing. "Are you going to talk or not?"
