Chloe's breath was uneven as she stormed out of Damien's penthouse. The elevator doors hadn't even closed behind her before she was pacing down the quiet street.
Her body still pulsed from where he had touched her—where he had almost taken her. She could still feel the touch of his fingers, the way he had teased her, controlled her, made her want things she wasn't supposed to want.
She sucked in a sharp breath, gripping her arms as she came to a halt outside the penthouse. The city was still alive in the distance, but here, in front of his towering penthouse, there was nothing but silence.
Her mind screamed at her for what she had almost done.
But her body… her body begged her to go back.
Why did I let him touch me? She thought to herself.
Her eyes flickered down to herself. She could still feel his hands on her thighs, the pressure of his fingers gliding higher, the way his voice had made her tremble.
She looked back.
