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I came over her and caged her with my body, all the while continuing my measured rhythm.

“You’re very bossy, Sophia. But you forget,” I rolled my hips, pushing her closer to the release she craved. “I’m the Dom. You get what I give you.”

“Then give me an orgasm.”

I slid a palm down her silk-covered torso and to her swollen clit, sliding it between my knuckles. At the same time that I pinched the sensitive flesh, I pulled my cock out to the hilt and slammed into her pussy.

“Damon,” she screamed, clamping down around me like a vise grip, her head thrashing and her eyes clenched tight.

She rode out her release with gasps and incoherent babble, then when she finally came down, she murmured, “I want more.”

“You’re greedy.”

She tilted her head to glance over her shoulder. “It is all that I trust you to give me now.”

I clenched my teeth. Pulling out of Sophia’s clenching pussy, I flipped her to her back and loomed over her.

“Is that how you truly feel?”

She took in shallow inhales, a combination of the exertion of the sex and the restrictive bindings. “Yes.”

Spreading her thighs, I pushed into her. If that’s how she wanted it. I’d give it to her.

“I will fuck you all night long. You asked for it.”

She narrowed her eyes, lifting onto her elbows and bringing her face to mine. “Go right ahead. Like I said. You owe me.”

I owed her for a lot of things, but this attitude of hers pissed me off.

Fisting her hair, I covered her mouth with mine and began to fuck her the way she wanted, hard and relentless. Every damn part of her would ache by the time morning came.

And then she’d have to face one significant consequence of this night, the fact she was no longer on birth control.

CHAPTER SIX

Sophia

I stirred from a heavy sleep as the sound of running water in the bathroom downstairs reached my ears. I opened my eyes. Darkness still encased the loft, telling me it was long before dawn.

Stretching my arms above my head, I winced and then moaned at the ache in my muscles, especially between my legs.

Jesus. How many times had Damon fucked me last night?

It was as if every time I dozed off, he woke me with his mouth or cock.

Okay, I had dared him in a sense to prove he could do it, but I never actually expected him to do it.

Note to self: never dare Damon Pierce to do anything.

No matter if he’d proven himself a sex god or whatever. My physical need for him wasn’t going to wash away the pain he’d caused me.

The weeks apart from Damon had taught me one thing—telling myself I was worth more than the scraps he’d thrown my way and actually believing it or acting like it were completely different things.

I refused to go backward. I knew my value. If Damon wanted me, he had to work for it.

He could fuck me until his dick fell off, but I had no plans to change my mind.

Shifting, I winced. There was no chance of his dick falling off with the way we went at it. My tender pussy, on the other hand, would require an icepack STAT.

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