DAMIEN'S POV- Ten Minutes Later
Damien held Aria's unconscious body against his chest and tried to regain control of his breathing.
What the fuck had he just done?
He'd taken advantage of her drunken state. Had touched her, made her come three times, used her body for his own pleasure even while telling himself he wouldn't actually fuck her.
He was a monster. A selfish, desperate monster who couldn't resist temptation.
And the worst part? He didn't regret it. Couldn't regret it when she was soft and warm in his arms, when he could still taste her on his lips, when his body was still humming with satisfaction for the first time in over a month.
But she wouldn't remember. Tomorrow she'd wake up confused, sore, wondering what happened. And he'd go back to being her cold, distant boss as if this night had never occurred.
As if he hadn't just broken every promise he'd made to himself about maintaining control.
