“Do you think you are alone in your contempt?” Damien asked, his voice a low growl.
Chloe felt a thrill override the fear that gripped her heart, her body remembering his touch more vividly than her mind. Her breath hitched, and her eyes welled up with tears.
“My loathing for you, for trampling on my heart and leaving me, is no less intense,” he continued.
“Then punish me. Throw me in a dungeon and take my life. It would be easier that way.”
“If only it were so simple,” Damien murmured, his hand tracing a path from her neck down to her chest. “If only it were.”
Chloe could see the vein on the back of his large hand throbbing. She tried to shake his hand off, but his grip was so firm that she could feel the rapid pulse beneath his skin. As their hearts raced, it was impossible to discern which was beating more wildly.
“We both know we are doing this because we love each other.”
Chloe’s lips trembled, flushed and tender from Damien’s bite.
