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him?
    Maybe , she thought hysterically, maybe that really was how this was supposed to end .
    “His name is Drake,” she heard herself saying.
    Damen stiffened.
    At her side, Drake’s head snapped towards her.
    “He’s been living with me for a week.”
    A sound of raw agony spilled out of Damen’s throat, and she knew that he was imagining the worst, knew that he was thinking she had spent every second of that week in Drake’s arms, allowing the other man all the liberties that only Damen had once possessed.
    He was imagining exactly what she wanted him to think. Mairi needed him to think it was like that because she knew now that she would never be able to leave him, not even when she knew that she hadn’t been the one to betray him. He was the one who betrayed her with Alina, but her heart didn’t care – wouldn’t ever care.
    Because she loved him.
    Her love for him was an ugly and unbreakable chain that she would never be free from.
    But there was still hope.  
    All she had to do was destroy Damen, and he would destroy them both.
    “And when he asked if I wanted him…” She swallowed hard, and then she raised her chin and said hoarsely, “When Drake asked me if I wanted him to make me come—”
    “DON’T SAY ANOTHER WORD.” Pain so great it was indescribable crossed Damen’s face.
    “I told him—”
    Damen whitened. “Goddammit, please, I’m begging you, don’t say it.”
    Something inside her broke down at the realization that Damen was begging her. Greek billionaires were not supposed to beg. It was always supposed to be the other way around, and Mairi shook her head wildly, as if by doing so she could deny what was happening and keep pretending that he was the same cold-hearted man who threw her out of his house.
    “I said YES—”
    “Shut up,” he snarled. A white line had formed around Damen’s mouth as he used every bit of his control not to lose himself in despair and rage.
    Mairi didn’t tear her gaze off him. “I said yes,” she repeated.
    “SHUT UP—”
    “And he touched my breasts, fucked me with—”
    Damen could no longer take it. “NO.” He stalked towards her, but before he could take another step, Drake’s security came out of nowhere. Men were suddenly holding him back, and that was when he lost it.
    “Let go of me!” Damen was strong, but there were seven men holding him back, and his frustration and rage grew as he found himself unable to escape them. His gaze sought Mairi, and his heart splintered when he saw she was crying.
    It had killed him to hear her say that, but seeing her cry so hard, he knew those words had not come without cost to her. It had killed her, too.
    “I don’t care who you fucked,” he rasped. “Because that’s all it could ever be.”
    “Stop it.” She didn’t want him to understand. She wanted him to hate her so they could be over.  
    “When it’s the two of us—” His voice thickened, and again he struggled against the men holding him, every instinct in him directing Damen to hold Mairi. Couldn’t they damn well see that she was hurting? “We make love, Mairi,” he said gutturally. “And that’s what matters. That’s what always will matter.” He let out a strangled breath. “ I love you —”
    “Shut up!” Mairi covered her ears. “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP—”
    “I love you.” He repeated the words fiercely. “I will always love you. I fucked up, but you know – goddammit, you know I fucked up because I love you too much—”
    Mairi shook her head wildly. She looked at Drake, begging, “Please. I don’t want this anymore.”
    When Drake started to speak, she was afraid he would still want her to be strong, to do things on her own, but instead his voice was gentle as he said, “I understand.” He pulled her towards him.
    When Damen saw Drake stroke her hair, saw the tenderness in that touch and knew that whatever or whoever the man was, he was not completely immune to Mairi – that was when he