Aria made it to her room and closed the door before her legs finally gave out.
She slid down to sit on the floor, back against the door, her entire body still trembling from what had just happened.
What did I just do?
Her hand went to the necklace at her throat the warm metal a constant reminder of Damien's words. "This is mine, marking what's mine."
She should take it off. Should throw it away.
Should march back to his study and tell him she wasn't his possession, wasn't something he could claim and mark.
But her fingers just traced the delicate chain, feeling the weight of it, and she couldn't bring herself to remove it.
Because some dark, reckless part of her liked it. Liked being claimed. Liked the way he'd touched her, commanded her, made her body respond in ways she'd never imagined possible.
She'd had her first orgasm sitting on Damien Blackwood's thigh while he watched her fall apart.
