He couldn’t pass over the fact that he had never truly had her.
Oh, there had been stolen moments, heated nights — but not the kind of victory he had craved. He had wanted to own her, to see her submit entirely, to claim her in a way that left no doubt who she belonged to; to f**k her into submission and make her beg. And he had failed.
Instead, she had slipped from his grasp, and worse — she had gone to another man. A man more powerful than him in every way.
Damon’s hands clenched until his knuckles turned white.
The thought of her in Heiko’s bed, in Heiko’s arms, stung like acid.
In the privacy of his home, Damon raged.
He tore the clasp from his cloak. Kicked over the table. Wine spilled like blood across the floor.
“She tricked me,” he spat aloud to the empty room, convincing h
