DAMIEN'S POV
Damien's phone buzzed at exactly 2:00 AM.
His eyes flew open. He looked at the pillow arranged to look like her body under the covers.
She was gone.
And the fury that flooded through him was apocalyptic.
Seven orgasms. He'd given her seven fucking orgasms. Had fucked her into unconsciousness. Had pushed her past every reasonable limit.
And she'd still found the strength to leave. Still chosen to betray him. Still picked her desperate plan over him.
"Fuck!" He threw off the covers, his hands clenching into fists.
She'd played him. Had let him think he'd won. Had let him fuck her into submission while planning her betrayal the entire time.
The hurt beneath his anger was almost unbearable.
He got dressed with violent efficiency, his jaw clenched, his entire body tense with barely controlled rage.
She wanted to play games? Fine. He'd been playing games for months. And now....now it was time to end them.
