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“You do have a sadistic side.”
I fisted her hair and jerked her head back. “You only see that part of me when your brat side goes too far.”
“Admit it. You love that side.”
She had no fucking idea how much the things I never would have accepted before her were the things I couldn’t get enough of from her. It felt like I lived a half-existence without her smart mouth or attitude. Her unique vitality brought something into my life that I never knew was missing. It confused me on so many levels and, at the same time, grounded me in a way I never knew I needed.
I brought her mouth to mine, drinking in her intoxicating taste, and then muttered against her mouth, “You’re vital to me, Sophia.”
“Don’t say things like that. I might just believe you.”
My fingers tightened against her scalp. “Meaning?”
“I won’t let you hurt me again.”
“That’s the plan.”
“We’ll see.” She studied me in the reflection and cocked her head to the side. “Are you going to fuck me or talk?”
“Have it your way.” I pushed her to the floor.
The corset I’d weaved around her accentuated her hourglass figure, and the way she sat back on her heels without me telling her gave me pleasure in a way she wouldn’t understand.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You please me.”
“I make you crazy.”
“That too.” I cupped her cheek, unable to help myself, and then ran my thumb over her lips. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.”
She nodded her acknowledgment and watched me as I stripped. Her eyes dilated while taking in everything about me. The intensity of her stare aroused me on a different level. Until her, the adoration of women wasn’t something I ever focused on. I knew my appeal; I understood what I had to offer.
With Sophia, her desire for me, her need, her craving, went straight to my soul. It brought out a possessiveness, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
She licked her lips the moment my cock came into view. She focused on the stroke of my hand, pumping up and down as I kneeled behind her.
Her lips parted, and her breathing grew ragged. “Damon, why do you make me wait?”
“The anticipation gets you off. We both know this.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her to my front, my hard cock a thick brand along her bare behind.
A whimper escaped her lips as she ground against me.
“The white makes you look almost innocent,” I told her, studying our reflections. “However, we know there is nothing innocent left about you.”
I pushed her forward, forcing her to catch herself with her arms, and in the next moment, I drove into her, thrusting balls deep.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, her head thrown back and the arch of her spine with the silk binding making her appear as if she were one of those photographs from the club come to life.
Her pussy muscles squeezed around me, fluttering and quivering, and I closed my eyes, loving the exquisite feel of her.
She was absolutely perfect.
I gripped her hips and set a slow, steady pace, wanting to revel in finally having her again.
“Harder, will you stop teasing me? Make me come. You owe me.”
Of course, the brat refused to give in, even for a few seconds.
