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“Right now, you and I are the only people who belong in this bed. Is that clear?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Then I better help you figure it out.”
I gasped as he placed something freezing cold at the top of my chest.
Ice.
Immediately, a burning sensation penetrated my hot skin. Drips of water slid between my breasts, and I arched up, back bowing.
In the next second, the torture device disappeared.
“Why did you do that?” I glared at him.
“Because I wanted your attention on me, on what I planned for you. You are no longer Sophia Morelli. You are my submissive.”
Understanding dawned on me, and arousal hummed throughout my blood.
There were no murder accusations, no troubles, no dramas.
Damon and I were the only things that mattered.
He ran his tongue along the seams of my lips before nipping the bottom one. I couldn’t help but moan and lift up, wanting more.
“Do you want to play, My Sophia?” The rich rasp of his voice had a flutter running deep in my belly.
I nodded, unable to look away from his mesmerizing emerald irises. “Y-yes.”
“Are you ready for what I have planned for you?”
“If I say yes, will you fuck me at the end of the scene?”
His lips curved, and my heart skipped a beat. This man who rarely smiled was absolutely devastatingly breathtaking when he did.
It felt as if with only me, he showed this side.
“Wouldn’t you rather I fuck you during the scene, brat?”
A flood of desire pooled in my core, and my nipples beaded as my breasts swelled.
“I’m greedy. I want both.”
“Of course you do.” He reached over to his side, brought out a black silk mask, and slipped it over my eyes.
My senses fired to life. I hadn't noticed the sound of instrumental music and a light floral scent earlier. Or the soft, cool sheets touched my skin in a sharp contrast to the heat of Damon’s body braced above me.
It was as if he created a vortex around me, a heady presence that cocooned and protected me. In this space, I could let go.
Damon settled his palms along the base of my throat, where lingering moisture remained from the ice. With lulling strokes of his hands, he massaged down the column of my neck and shoulders, moving slowly lower and lower.
“If a massage is part of a scene. I’m all for it.”
“This is to prepare you for what I have planned next.” He kissed my navel and rubbed his stubble above my pubic bone, causing goose bumps to prickle my skin. “You’re going to love and hate it.”
“I trust you,” I said without thinking.
I spoke nothing but the truth. With my body, I knew Damon wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t betray me. He’d push me but never cross the line.
