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The sight of him had my throat going dry. He oozed power and virility in a way I’d never seen on anyone else.

He moved in closer, brushing along the ropes, making them squeeze my clit. It was a maddening and oh-so-wonderful sensation.

Slowly, he nudged my still quivering opening as if testing my readiness. Then, instead of sinking balls deep as I expected, he teased me, rocking back and forth with shallow penetration. At the same time, his thumb circled my swollen and sensitive folds in a wicked dance.

He never touched my aching clit, only came the barest point to graze it.

I whimpered and moaned, conveying my need, but it only made him chuckle.

Bursts of heat bloomed inside me, and the walls of my sex tensed, desperate and ready for that one hard thrust that would send me over.

“You’re mine, Sophia.”

I writhed, lifting my hips in a futile attempt to draw him in. “I know.”

“It’s impossible for me to let you go. Even if the best thing for you is to do just that.”

“I know.”

“You don’t have a fucking clue.” He plunged deep into me.

“Oh God,” I screamed as my back bowed, and I immediately my pussy clamped down on him, tumbling me into another mind-blowing release.

I clenched my eyes tightly closed as the incredible pleasure of his invasion engulfed my senses.

In this position, bound and spread open for him, I felt so full, so stretched, unable to take anything but what he gave me. It was blissful, etched with a tinge of pain from the ropes, from the constriction, from the tethering of my arms, and I loved every moment of it.

My core continued to pulse and tremble as he took hold of my other thigh and started his ruthless assault on my pussy.

He fucked me like a man possessed as if he wanted to mark me as his, brand me in some way. The binding around my body tightened with each pounding thrust. The expensive material squeezed and chafed my skin, adding to the erotic insanity of what we were doing.

I had no doubt I’d bear marks from this experience. I wanted them. I needed them.

“Say the words. I need to hear them,” Damon demanded through gritted teeth.

Sweat covered his brow, and a deep flush covered his face.

Fear and worry still fought me, but I knew there was no holding back anymore.

I lowered my mouth to his and whispered, “I’m in love with you, Damon Pierce.”

Chapter Twelve

Damon

“I like the way it looks on my skin.”

I shifted my attention from where I massaged the reddened marks on Sophia’s thighs to her flushed face.

The haze of lust had yet to leave her onyx irises, and her breath remained unsteady.

“This wasn’t the right place to push things this far. Before we leave, I’ll have one of my people grab the surveillance footage of this room.”

She ran her hands along one of the bundles of rope I’d used on her body, caressing it. “I have no complaints. And from the way your cock remains rock hard. You’re primed and ready to service me again.”

“What happened to you saying my services were no longer necessary?”

“I think I’ve changed my mind. You do have your uses.” She reached forward and cupped my erection, fisting me through my pants, up and down.

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