Chapter 22

• The crowd had grown so much that I worried no one would be able to see that I needed help. I looked around frantically, trying to find someone to get this guy off me, but everyone was so focused on themselves. No one seemed to notice me, and I knew there was no way in hell the bouncer would ever be able to see me in the middle of this crowd, especially not with this idiot towering over me, hiding me from view.
• I began to panic, struggling even more to get out of his grasp, but he only held me closer and laughed. The feel of his body against me made me want to vomit. The only man I ever wanted to touch me was Damian. Just the thought of him made me want to cry. I’d have given anything to have him by me now.
• When I looked up and saw his green eyes blazing down at me, I thought at first I was imaging it, but then I saw him reach out and grab the guy holding me by the throat, and I knew I wasn’t dreaming when the man’s grip on me loosened and I was able to scoot away from his grasp. Damian looked back at me and yelled, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”