Isla’s POV

I should’ve been exhausted.

After what Damian did to me—after what I let him do—my body should’ve been limp with fatigue. My mind should’ve been swimming in confusion. But all I felt was… clarity.

My skin still tingled where he’d kissed me.

I could still feel the soft burn of the silk ropes.

And every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—between my legs, at my throat, in my soul.

I had never wanted anything more in my life. And that terrified me.

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