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inched, clutching my right side as Damien stormed into the room. He looked like a demon dragge

pare duvet and two pillows onto the cold, dark hardwood floor near the

t as he took in the sight of me huddled on the floor. The g

he Don's command. Low, vibrat

ain in my gut, but my gaze remained locked on his. "Your mother l

it flying across the room. "You are my wife

t, the venom in my voice masking m

clamped his hand around my upper arm. He hauled me to my feet with terrifying ease. A sharp cry e

fro

ugly red marks were already blooming. For a fraction of a second, something akin to disgust flashed in his obs

nstantly with a cruel snee

te bathroom. The heavy glass door slammed shut, f

ess, gnawing beast, sharper than it had been at The Plaza. The cold seeping from the floorboards ma

the edge of the rug, his jaw clenching as he listened to my uncontrollable shivering. It wasn't pity in his eyes; i

rd, he cross

ay, his arms slid under my

sped, weakly pushing a

nto the center of the massive mattress. He threw the heavy Egyptian cotton duvet ove

ay down on the opposite side, facing the other way. We were in the same bed, but an ocean of silent, cold sp