Damon's POV

Before marriage. What the hell did that mean? This wasn't some sudden, devout religious awakening; this was punishment. This was her new game. And it was all because of that smug, preppy idiot in the silver Honda. The way she had laughed, the ouuu-it felt like a direct punch to my gut.

My rage had nowhere to go. Aria had locked me out of the one place I thought I was indispensable, and now my mind was a churning mess of resentment and raw, physical need.

The hunger in my stomach ...