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No matter how much I wished it, my guilt over the death of my past submissive, Maria, would stay with me for the rest of my life.
I’d never been the right man for her. She wanted not a Dom but a complete power exchange, a Master/slave dynamic, something I’d never consider.
Initially, she accepted my boundaries but then pushed for more, wanting me to meet the slave aspects of her needs and desires. I wasn’t the right man for her. No matter how hard I tried to convince her, she believed otherwise.
When her obsession had grown to a level I couldn’t handle, I broke things off with her. And then everything spiraled out of control.
“She took her own life. No one murdered her, no matter what her brother said. You were completely innocent. The only reason anyone whispers behind your back is because you never respond to their accusations or defend yourself. You could have prevented all the gossip if you ever bothered to stop blaming yourself for something you were never responsible for in the first place.”
“So fierce. Always my champion, even against me. That’s beyond anything I have ever had before.”
“Better get used to it. I have issues when anyone treats the people in my life badly.”
“I could apply the same statement to you.”
“It’s not the same.”
“It damn well is.”
“You’re impossible.” She huffed and folded her arms across her body.
“Pot meet kettle.”
“You’re a very annoying man. Do you know this?”
“And you’re a brat who has a difficult time following directions.”
“Oh well, it’s too late to back out now since you’ve put so much money on the line.” She air quoted. “You claimed me.”
“You enjoy challenging me.”
“I enjoy challenging everyone. It’s why I’ve garnered the reputation I have going for me.”
“With me, there are consequences.”
“Promises. Promises.”
“I’m keeping tabs. Remember, I always deliver.”
Almost immediately, the energy in the car changed. My body filled with insatiable need for her. I craved to mark her, to fucking possess her, to hear her beg for more as I reddened her beautiful ass.
Her breath grew shallow, and her slight shift in the seat as she pressed her thighs together had my cock growing hard.
“Damon.” The breathy way she said my name had me gritting my teeth.
Fuck.
She was too tired for what I planned for her.
“Sleep, Sophia. That’s a priority.”
First, I’d bathe her and then let her rest. Then I’d get my answers from her, one way or the other.
All I knew was that I’d bask in her beautiful fucking tears.
I honestly was a sick bastard to love her sweet, sweet tears.
“I decide what’s a priority for me.”
