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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It had been two weeks since the night in The Crimson Chamber.
Two weeks of daily sessions—each one more intense than the last.
Ice cubes trailed down my spine. A flogger that made me cry out in pain and pleasure. Kneeling for hours with a gag in my mouth while he read business reports like it was the most normal thing in the wor
