Page 114 of Trying Sophie

“I would never hit a woman in anger Sophie, you have to trust me when I say that, but smacking your ass until it’s red and glowing with my handprint? Shoving my cock so far down your throat you gag on it? Tying you up and fucking you until you’re too exhausted to walk? Owning that sweet little asshole of yours? Yeah, I want that. From you.” I let out a ragged sigh. “That’s who I am. It’s all I can think about.”

The phone line was so silent I couldn’t tell if she was still there. I looked down at my screen and saw the seconds continue ticking by.

“Sophie?” I asked, worried I’d said too much, that I’d scared her away.

“I’m here,” she croaked then swallowed loudly. “I’m here.”

The phone fell silent.

“Sophie, I didn’t mean. I’m sorry—”

“Declan,” she interrupted, “shut up.”

What?

“Just … just be quiet for a second,” she added less harshly. “Please, don’t say another word.”

And that’s when the phone went dead.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’d blown it. I’d always known I wanted too much and now it’d cost me the girl I loved.

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