Chapter 147

Chapter 147:

I was just like a toy. When he was done with me, he would dispose of me and find another toy to satisfy his desires.

Damn.

I didn’t even know what I meant to him.

Was I just his property? Or was there something more?

One minute, he was all over me, caressing me tenderly, his affectionate eyes locked with mine. The next minute, he was cold, his harsh words like deep lashes against my soft heart.

Damon was unpredictable.

Despite how he had treated me in the past, I knew I would always be his property.

My face fell, sadness consuming me.

“I hate repeating myself,” he gritted through his teeth in irritation.

Now he was being an arrogant jerk.

Reluctantly, I peeled my feet off the floor and walked toward his king-sized bed. My knees wobbled, and I suddenly forgot how to walk as his intense gaze fixed on my exposed cleavage.

My body shivered, goosebumps spreading over my skin. Being alone with him was dangerous. I hated how he made me feel so vulnerable.

In that moment, he was the predator, and I was the prey. Tears gathered in my eyes as I stood beside the bed, contemplating my next move.

I had always felt excited about sex with him before. But now, that excitement had completely died.

I had a feeling this time would be different. This sex would be rough, emotionless, and painful.

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I knew he would fuck me hard, subjecting me to the same kind of treatment he had given Rosa.

The thought of him entering me in my current state made my heart ache. I didn’t know if I could bear it.

Worst of all, I wasn’t familiar with his terms anymore.

I just wished he would go back to the vanilla sex we used to have. At least I knew what to expect then.

His erratic breathing made my heart nearly collapse, pounding hard against my ribs. I could almost hear the thumping in my ears. He was mad.

Afraid of annoying him, I wanted to climb into his bed immediately, yet a part of me protested against it.

A menacing growl escaped him, sending me scurrying to his bed as I clasped my thighs against my chest, shielding my body from his.

But it was a useless fight.

His terrifying figure moved toward me with determined steps, towering over me.

Shrouded in fear, I didn’t even realize when I grabbed pillows to shield myself from him.

Though the room was dark, I could still make out his dominant figure, looming over me.

His body blended into the thick darkness, but his eyes shone brightly, illuminating the room. His pupils were dilated, and a small ring flickered around them. It kept switching on and off, struggling to take control of him.

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