Chapter 92. Unbendable

Ellie's POV

Fuck this shit that I'm feeling right now. I swallow the lump choking my throat, just as two treaming rivers form from my eyes down my cheeks. I reach for the door, but I'm gripped rough on the wrist by a giant hand that I can't fight.

He pulls me back forcefully, flinging me to the leather couch near his office walk-in closet. A loud scream escapes my lips as I land on the settee with a thud.

What the hell?

Before I can jerk myself up, he racks up before me, his coat and tie lying on the floor. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up above his elbows. I quaver, this time with immeasurable fear. I am a sobbing mess, and he is getting a kick out of my pain. I jerk my back up from the seat, kneeling on it.

"Damian..." I cry.

"You don't get to walk into my life and leave when you fucking please, you bitch!" He takes another step, and I stand on my heels on the couch—a horrible idea because, in a flicker, I'm hauled d