RHEA
I give up struggling faster than I’d like to admit, and that’s how I end up on Damien’s lap, perched on a couch at the far end of the bedroom.
He adjusts me like I weigh nothing—one strong arm banded around my waist, pulling me back against his chest until I feel every inch of him behind me. Hard muscle. Steady heartbeat. The faint heat of his skin through his shirt.
The second I shift, trying to slide off, his palm lands on my ass—sharp, possessive smack that makes me freeze.
“Behave,” he murmurs, voice low and rough against my ear.
The sting spreads warm and slow. My breath catches. I swallow every filthy curse clawing up my throat and force my mind elsewhere.
Think of Camryn. Think of using his influence to find her. Think of Victor and Elara’s faces when everything they’ve b
