Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 33

Norah’s Perspective

A sharp, burning slap sent my head snapping violently to the side.

My car alarm blared in the background. Blood filled my mouth, metallic and thick.

“Thinking about someone else while I’m touching you?” Damian’s voice was cold as ice. His hand gripped my chin tightly, forcing me to meet his furious gaze.

His eyes blazed with rage—and something disturbingly twisted beneath it. “Let me guess… Lucien? Still clinging to the hope that he’ll come and save you?”

He knew.

Panic surged through me like a tidal wave.

I bit down hard on my lip, the sudden sting cutting through the haze of drugs coursing through my body.

Damian chuckled low and cruelly. “Your eyes give you away, Norah. Always darting to the door, like some frightened little rabbit. It’s pathetic.”

His thumb pressed harshly over my split lip. “Call for him. Go ahead. Let’s see who reaches you first—him, or me breaking you completely.”

Then his mouth crashed down on mine again. It wasn’t a kiss; it was punishment. A brutal claim of ownership.

I struggled to breathe, twisting away, gagging.

A wave of revulsion churned deep in my gut.

But worse—those damn drugs fought back with a vengeance.

Heat blossomed beneath my skin, fiery serpents coiling through my veins.

An aching emptiness clawed at me, pulling me under.

No! I bit my tongue fiercely once more. The sharp pain cleared my foggy mind, if only for a moment.

Damian noticed my shiver.

“See?” he breathed, voice dark and satisfied. One hand groped me roughly. “Your body’s more honest than your mouth. It’s learning to crave this. To welcome me.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks—shame and fear mingling in their salty trail.

Suddenly, a desperate cry shattered the haze.

From the sofa, Serena struggled against her bindings. “Damian! You insane bastard—let her go!”

His head snapped toward her, a sick grin spreading across his face.

“Awake? I almost forgot you were here.”

He stalked over, yanking her hair mercilessly and dragging her to the floor.

“This is more fun,” he sneered, glancing between us. “Why don’t we all play? Let’s see who’s more eager—Serena the seductress, or Norah the ice queen?”

“How could you do this?” Serena’s voice cracked, eyes wide with betrayal. “I gave up everything for you!”

Smack!

His hand slapped her hard. Her head jerked sideways.

A red welt blossomed on her cheek, blood trickling from her split lip.

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