DAMIAN’S POV
Her eyes glistened, and for a split second, the world tilted.
Fck!ng hell.
She’s been suffering. Starving for touch. Starving for love.
My chest tightened, fury burning beneath my ribs. That useless bastard made her feel like this. He abandoned her.
I gulped, my throat squeezing tight, the taste of iron sharp on my tongue from biting the inside of my cheek.
Cindy, I swear to God, I’ll bring back the fire in you.
I’ll make you glow again.
And when I’m done, that assho!e will be crawling at your feet, begging for forgiveness he’ll never get.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, softer than I meant. “I shouldn’t have asked that.”
She forced a brittle smile, blinking fast.
“It’s fine. Let’s… let’s continue the game.”
I arched a brow, a smirk tugging back. “Hmm. Enjoying it now?”
