Chapter 9
Elena Adams
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When I got back into my room, I shut the door and leaned against it. Damien practically laughed to my face when I told him that it was a mistake that would never happen again.
I told him to stay the hell away from me.
And the worst part was that I wasn’t even sure if I wanted him to listen.
I’d found myself in a complicated situation. I needed to find a way to leave his house before I ruined my mom’s marriage.
He was right.
I knew who he was and I was still thinking about him—craving him. That was so wrong.
The memory of his hands on my skin, the way he f****d me like he owned every inch of me, refused to fade.
God. What was wrong with me?
I already felt wet and horny.
I made my way to the bed and grabbed my small bag. I rummaged through it,
