Chapter 19

Damian's movements were rough and desperate. He ripped open the thin collar of Cynthia's blouse. The sound of the fabric tearing was especially loud and jarring in the silence of the room. Cold air hit Cynthia's skin, sending a tremor through her. "Have you lost your mind, Damian?" She struggled frantically, kicking and clawing at him. Her nails raked bloody trails down his arm. "This is rape! When did you become so vile?" Damian's eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing heavy as he pinned her down. "This is what you owe me! What you owe our child!" Cynthia stared at him in disbelief and icy contempt. "You're the one who killed him, Damian. You forced me to that point with your so-called 'justice' and 'duty'. What right do you have to demand a child from me now? Let go of me!" The words sliced through his last shred of sanity like a blade dipped in poison. He pressed himself down on her and bit her lips savagely. The metallic taste of blood instantly spread between their mouths. C