Elena POV
Guilt was eating me alive.
I lay in my apartment bed at three in the morning, staring at the ceiling. My body was still sore and marked from Damien’s penthouse. Bite marks on my neck. Fingerprints on my hips. His dried c*m still faintly sticky between my thighs even after I had showered twice. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him above me. Those gray eyes locked on mine while his thick c**k stretched my p***y open, slow and deep, like he was trying to own more than just my body.
The USB drive I had failed to plant still sat in my drawer like an accusation. And now this mysterious threat. Someone knew about us. Someone was watching. My revenge plan was unraveling faster than I could fix it.
My phone buzzed. A text from Damien.
“Be ready at 6 a.m. Private jet to Aspen for th
