32: You belong to me

SCARLETT

“Hello, Princess.”

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of both fear and arousal at his words. Damien had always had a way of igniting something primal within me, a magnetic pull that drew me to him even against my better judgment.

But as his hand tightened around my wrist, a sharp pang of frustration and anger cut through the haze of desire. I knew he was deranged, but I didn’t think he was so insane that he’d walk into a dead trap like this, risking everything for the sake of his reckless impulses.

Is that care I sense…

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice laced with irritation.

Damien’s gaze bore into mine, intense and unwavering. “You haven’t been answering my calls or messages. We need to talk,” he replied, his tone heavy with emotion.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “There’s nothing to talk about. We’ve said everything we need to say to each other,” I retorted, jerking my hands out of his grip and trying to push him out of the way to sidestep him.

But