ELARA I’m still shaking when I stumble out of the restroom, with soiled and trembling thighs, my skirt is still twisted although I had hastily smoothed it, and my blouse has some gaps from where the fallen buttons used to be. My reflection on the elevator mirror shows a woman I barely recognize: with bruised and swollen lips, cheeks flushed crimson, and eyes dark and glassy with lingering lust. My hair is a wild mess from his ruthless fingers. I look like I’ve been claimed, devoured, and ruined in the best and worst ways.And God help me, every pulse between my legs reminds me how much I loved it.Two days ago, I walked away from Damien Cross. Told myself it was over. Told myself I could breathe without him suffocating me with possession. Two days of forcing smiles, forcing independence, and forcing the memory of his touch out of my skin.Then James made me laugh (a real, light laugh that I have had in a while) over spilled coffee, and Damien saw. I didn’t know he was watching until
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