Chapter 295
- “What the hell…” My voice cracked. “What the hell did I do?”
- The room spun. I felt sick, dizzy, disgusted with myself. I wanted to throw up.
- Amber sniffled, voice barely above a whisper. "It hurts, Damien. You really hurt me. You called me all sorts of dirty names. As you pounded into me, you kept asking me if this was how my ex-boyfriend fucked me and if I loved being treated like a dirty slut—"