Damien straightened, forcing another smirk onto his face. "Big words," he muttered. "I'll admit you talk tough. But talking won't save you. When this is over, you'll regret even stepping through that door."
Rebecca's smile didn't waver. "Oh, I hope so," she said softly, almost mockingly. "Because when I beat you to stupor, when I crumble you, when I torture you…" She leaned back, folding her arms casually, "…I'm going to enjoy your tears."
At that moment, upon hearing what Rebecca just said, Damien's entire body stiffened with rage. His pride his ego couldn't take the weight of her words. The calm in her voice wasn't just insulting; it was humiliating. No one had ever dared speak to him that way, let alone a woman standing confidently in his apartment. His jaw clenched tightly, his fists balled up, and his breathing turned heavier, more uneven, like a volcano bubbling beneath the surface.
