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“What the hell are you doing?” I glowered at him.
His response was to crowd me against the counter, his large body a heated mass towering over me.
“From this moment forward, you and I are a couple. We live together. There is no separation for us. You are mine, Sophia.”
“Not a chance.” I shook my head and poked him in the stomach. “Listen up, Damon Pierce. All we did was fuck. Get it through your thick head.”
I couldn’t believe he thought last night meant I’d forgiven him, or that he could order me to move back in, or that we could pretend none of the events of the previous few weeks ever happened.
He lifted me onto the counter, anger and lust glazed his eyes.
“Fucking? You know damn well it’s more than you’re admitting.”
“Since you’re such an expert at reading me, why don’t you explain it to me.”
“It is never only sex with us. What we have goes beyond the physical. We know and love each other. What we have is in a completely different realm than a mere fuck.”
“Are you serious? Now that you’ve accepted your feelings for me, I’m supposed to scramble for every bone you throw my way. Get lost. I have no time for this shit.”
“Have it your way. We will have a redo of last night.” Before I realized what he meant, he tugged his towel free, jerked my robe open, pulled my legs around his waist, positioned his cock at my slick opening, and slammed in.
“You asshole.” Pleasure-filled pain ripped through me, my back bowed, and I scored my nails over his shoulder.
I should hate him for manhandling me like this. But, of course, my damn traitorous body wanted more. Even my over-sensitized pussy wept, wanting everything this man gave me.
“I never denied it. I will fuck you. I will fill you with my cum and then my child. Afterward, you’ll have no choice.”
“No choice for what? You make no damn sense. We are not a couple. We are not together. And I’m not anything to you.”
He withdrew and plowed back in, gritting his teeth with the pistoning of his hips. “You’re going to marry me. My children will have my name.”
“Keep dreaming, you psychopath.” I arched into him, meeting his thrusts, unable to help myself as my body quickened and quivered, ready to satisfy her own selfish needs. “Haven’t you learned a damn thing about me? You will never force me into marriage. You’ll never force me into anything I don’t want to do.”
“I still plan to fuck you every chance I get until a part of me grows inside you.” He pounded harder, hitting those spots I needed.
My pussy contracted and spasmed. Arousal flooded his cock as my skin tingled with sensation.
“I’m on birth control, you idiot.”
He stilled his movements, giving me a calculated smirk. “Are you? You were due for your shot three weeks ago. Have you gotten it?”
I stared into his smug eyes. Was he tracking my cycle?
Then it hit me.
My mind flooded with tidbits of things that happened following my encounter with the makeup artist and my hospital stay. In the weeks of my recovery and even at the club, Damon and I never had actual intercourse. I’d assumed it was all due to my injury, but it was because of the risk of pregnancy. He’d kept up with everything about me when I hadn’t.
Anger rose inside me, but for some reason, it heightened my arousal instead of dimming it.
“You’re a fucking stalker.”
“It was deductive reasoning. You started the shot because of me. If you aren’t sexually active, you wouldn’t have thought to get the next dose.”
“You planned last night.”
He clasped my throat in an unyielding hold, making my breath grow shallow. “No, I didn’t. I never intended to come here. It was a last-minute decision.”
Bullshit. How the hell does he just come across town to my studio?
