HARPER.

I stared at him, my thighs still slick from what he'd just done to me on the kitchen island. My body buzzed, raw and empty where his fingers had been. The phone kept buzzing on the counter like an alarm I couldn't ignore.

"Proof," I repeated, voice small. "What kind of proof?"

Damien's hand stayed on my cheek, thumb stroking slow like he was trying to calm both of us. His eyes flicked to the screen again before locking back on mine. "Photos. Video maybe. Something that shows you're under my control. These guys... they don't take chances."

My stomach twisted. Shame burned hot in my chest, but lower...