Alissia POV
Demitri’s stare is fierce, as if he’s trying to burn through me with his gaze alone, but I don’t flinch. I refuse to back down, even with the weight of his anger bearing down on me. I can see the war in his eyes—he’s used to having control, to owning whatever he wants. But I’m not something to be owned.
“Alissia,” he growls, stepping closer, his voice lowering dangerously. “You can’t just walk away from this. We f****d, and that means something.”
I roll my eyes, standing up and squaring my shoulders as I face him. “We f****d, Demitri. It was s*x, not some kind of binding contract. I’m not yours to control just because we had one night.”
His lips curl into a sneer, his frustration boiling over. “You think it’s just about s*x? It’s more than that, and you know it.”
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