Chapter 108

••• Victoria’s POV ••• I should have stopped him. When his mouth crushed mine, when his hands dragged me against him like I was something owed, something claimed, I should have pushed him away. But I didn’t. Because when Damien touched me like that, all the fight drained from my limbs and collected in my chest, leaving only heat. Hunger. Need. And Goddess help me, I needed this. Not softness. Not tenderness. I needed to be ruined. He kissed me hard—bruising, hungry, his hand fisting in my hair, tilting my head back like he owned the angle of my breath. His tongue slid against mine with the same ruthless precision he used in business—calculated dominance laced with something dangerously close to worship. He shoved me back onto the bed, and I didn’t resist. Because even as my mind screamed this was wrong, my body arched to his every touch. He stripped me with maddening efficiency—ripping open the buttons, dragging fabric down my shoulders, baring me like I was his to unwrap. “You asked m