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She tried to push back into me, but I held her still with my body, refusing to give her any control. Today, her body was mine to use, to tease, to torment.
“It’s not the same thing, and you know it.”
“You’re right. What you want is an orgasm.” Fisting the bun holding her hair, I jerked her head back. “What I want is information to protect you. Not the same thing at all. One more chance to tell me the truth. Where were you the night that bastard died?”
“I can’t tell y—” I slammed into her before she could finish her sentence, making the belt drop to the floor.
She screamed at the impact of my invasion, her beautiful cunt immediately flexing around me.
Shoving her forward, I pulled out and thrust in hard enough to make her come onto her tiptoes.
“Oh God.”
“God has nothing to do with this. It’s Oh, Damon.” I pulled out and drove back in, gripping her waist and giving her no leverage to touch her feet to the floor.
I wanted her helpless and at my mercy.
She liked it when I was brute with her when I was rough. It got her to that edge of release faster, to the point of coming, to the second right before her cunt squeezed the hell out of me.
Tears flowed from her eyes, and I loved every microscopic second of it.
The woman was beyond beautiful, and when she cried. I wanted to lick every part of her. It wasn’t her model's good looks but the inner essence of her—a unique innocence wrapped in a package of confidence and rebellion.
I pounded into her, feeling my release building and my balls drawing up. Filling her with my cum was a pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It marked her as mine.
Until her, I never went bare, and now there was no other way.
I’d continue to fill her with every drop I could until she gave me something I never wanted with anyone else. But first, I had to get her to see it wasn’t a trap.
A hard spasm pulsed around me, bringing my focus back to Sophia.
Oh, hell no, she was not getting hers. I wanted her to suffer and ache until I decided she deserved her pleasure.
Her muscles continued to quiver around me, and she whimpered as I adjusted my pace.
A sick part of me reveled in the tears spilling from her eyes. “Damon, don’t do this.”
“Consequences,” I gritted out, unable to do anything but let go.
I held her immobile. Her hips pressed flush against the counter as hard, hot spurts of cum filled her.
I owned this pussy, and she would damn well understand it. She muttered curses at me as the last of my release emptied out of me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Until Sophia, never had a woman fucking made me talk or smile during a scene or sex. I’d done everything possible to avoid women like her—submissives with a bratty side.
With her, I couldn’t get enough, and for some reason, I crave the challenge.
Well, except for when she put her safety on the line.
I pulled out of her, giving her no room to adjust except to set her feet on the ground.
Panting shallow breaths, she glared at me over her shoulder, her hands still stretched across the island. The blaze in her eyes was hot enough to set a house on fire.
Yet the tears streaking down her face made her more alluring and reduced the effect she may have garnered with anyone else.
Ignoring her ire, I pulled up my pants and reached for the belt. “Now count to ten.”
“Why am I counting?”
