The night air was cool against Eva’s fevered skin as Damon dragged her toward the sliding glass doors of her apartment balcony. Her legs were weak, her breath still ragged from the brutal way he’d used her in the armchair, but Damon’s grip on her wrist was unyielding.
“Out.”
His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every syllable curled around her throat like a leash.
The city stretched out before them—endless lights, distant horns, countless windows. Every neighboring apartment building became a threat. Or a promise. Damon slid the balcony door open, the chill biting into her bare skin. She was naked, trembling, but he didn’t pause.
“Out. Now.”
Eva stepped onto the cold concrete, the railing pressing against her stomach as Damon guided her into place. Her palms flattened against
