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Authors: Marian Tee
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College, Teen & Young Adult
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hearing those words made her feel like he was trying to rip her heart into pieces once more. With those words, Mairi knew three things.
She still loved him.
She would always love Damen Leventis.
But she could never go back to him because this soon, he was already destroying her.
For a moment, the whole world failed to register in Damen’s consciousness. In that single moment all that existed was Mairi, the woman he had hurt over and over to his everlasting regret – and the woman he knew he would never stop loving.
She had changed into more casual clothes, wearing an oversized college sweater and denim shorts. Her hair was tied up, but several locks of hair had again escaped its hold, framing her delicate face. Her eyes were large and luminous as they slowly met Damen’s, with too many emotions for Damen to read. But the rest of her face was expressionless, and he could only rely on the tense posture of her body to gauge her mood.
He also noted that she was gripping the stranger’s hand rather tightly, and the sight of those entwined fingers was like a dart dipped in acid striking Damen’s heart.
No.
He wanted to roar his denial and protest.
Mairi could not…
Mairi would not…
He didn’t want to believe it.
But then the stranger moved again, pulling Mairi close to his side, his fingers unclasping from Mairi’s to curve around her waist. His hand rested on her hip, fingers splayed on her skin as if branding her.
Denial turned into a terrible sense of dread inside Damen as he waited for Mairi to move away, to stop another man from touching her like this, but with each second that passed, Damen’s hopes began to crumble.
The stranger pulled Mairi closer to him, and this time the side of her breasts pressed against the side of his chest.
And yet Mairi did not say a word, did not move an inch, did not give Damen anything to cling to so that he could believe he had not completely lost her.
Finally, he dragged his gaze away from where Mairi’s body was connected with another man. Finally, Damen found the strength to look into her eyes, those wondrously expressive eyes that could never lie to him.
And in those eyes, he saw the truth.
Mairi had given herself to another man.
No. No. No. He wanted to deny the reality he saw in Mairi’s eyes, but he had never been one to lie to himself. He had a feeling he would never want to sleep again. If he did, he was damn sure he would have nightmares about this, and there would come a day when the pain would eat him alive and he would never wake again.
He did not think he would even dare close his eyes.
If he did—
If he did—
Goddammit, if he did, his sick and twisted mind would not have any difficulty picturing Mairi, his lovely Mairi, in another man’s bed. Her naked form, once a sight that was exclusively his, being feasted upon by another man’s hungry eyes. Her generous curves, once familiar only with his touch, being caressed by another man’s hands. Her silken limbs, those gorgeous long legs of hers, wrapped around another man’s hips, her tender and sensitive flesh that had only ever known his cock welcoming another man’s possession—
Goddammit, he would die of jealousy.
And he only had himself to blame because he had forced her into this.
“Mairi.” Damen wanted to say so many things, so many damn things, but his voice broke at the end.
The way Damen suddenly blanched, a sick look falling on his face, made Mairi cry out.
Never. Never. Never would she forget that look on his face the moment Damen Leventis realized that she no longer belonged to him.
Mairi felt herself drowning under a powerful flood of guilt, resentment, and pain – so much pain that she wondered how it could have all fit inside without her body exploding. That look on his face made her feel so cheap. Would this feeling ever stop? Did it mean she was never meant to be with Damen Leventis because she would always feel like she didn’t deserve to be with
She still loved him.
She would always love Damen Leventis.
But she could never go back to him because this soon, he was already destroying her.
For a moment, the whole world failed to register in Damen’s consciousness. In that single moment all that existed was Mairi, the woman he had hurt over and over to his everlasting regret – and the woman he knew he would never stop loving.
She had changed into more casual clothes, wearing an oversized college sweater and denim shorts. Her hair was tied up, but several locks of hair had again escaped its hold, framing her delicate face. Her eyes were large and luminous as they slowly met Damen’s, with too many emotions for Damen to read. But the rest of her face was expressionless, and he could only rely on the tense posture of her body to gauge her mood.
He also noted that she was gripping the stranger’s hand rather tightly, and the sight of those entwined fingers was like a dart dipped in acid striking Damen’s heart.
No.
He wanted to roar his denial and protest.
Mairi could not…
Mairi would not…
He didn’t want to believe it.
But then the stranger moved again, pulling Mairi close to his side, his fingers unclasping from Mairi’s to curve around her waist. His hand rested on her hip, fingers splayed on her skin as if branding her.
Denial turned into a terrible sense of dread inside Damen as he waited for Mairi to move away, to stop another man from touching her like this, but with each second that passed, Damen’s hopes began to crumble.
The stranger pulled Mairi closer to him, and this time the side of her breasts pressed against the side of his chest.
And yet Mairi did not say a word, did not move an inch, did not give Damen anything to cling to so that he could believe he had not completely lost her.
Finally, he dragged his gaze away from where Mairi’s body was connected with another man. Finally, Damen found the strength to look into her eyes, those wondrously expressive eyes that could never lie to him.
And in those eyes, he saw the truth.
Mairi had given herself to another man.
No. No. No. He wanted to deny the reality he saw in Mairi’s eyes, but he had never been one to lie to himself. He had a feeling he would never want to sleep again. If he did, he was damn sure he would have nightmares about this, and there would come a day when the pain would eat him alive and he would never wake again.
He did not think he would even dare close his eyes.
If he did—
If he did—
Goddammit, if he did, his sick and twisted mind would not have any difficulty picturing Mairi, his lovely Mairi, in another man’s bed. Her naked form, once a sight that was exclusively his, being feasted upon by another man’s hungry eyes. Her generous curves, once familiar only with his touch, being caressed by another man’s hands. Her silken limbs, those gorgeous long legs of hers, wrapped around another man’s hips, her tender and sensitive flesh that had only ever known his cock welcoming another man’s possession—
Goddammit, he would die of jealousy.
And he only had himself to blame because he had forced her into this.
“Mairi.” Damen wanted to say so many things, so many damn things, but his voice broke at the end.
The way Damen suddenly blanched, a sick look falling on his face, made Mairi cry out.
Never. Never. Never would she forget that look on his face the moment Damen Leventis realized that she no longer belonged to him.
Mairi felt herself drowning under a powerful flood of guilt, resentment, and pain – so much pain that she wondered how it could have all fit inside without her body exploding. That look on his face made her feel so cheap. Would this feeling ever stop? Did it mean she was never meant to be with Damen Leventis because she would always feel like she didn’t deserve to be with
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