Page 67 of Vow to Hate You

His order had my eyes opening even though I didn’t move my head from his shoulder as my heart jumped into my throat.

“No.”

I almost expected him to stop all of this. But he continued to fuck me even though his body stiffened slightly. Icouldn’tkiss him. Sex was one thing, but kissing him while doing it? Our previous kisses were for public show. This would be far different.

There was no doubt he could give me all the pleasure I desired. But when it came to him, it would never be just sex. We were tied to each other for the rest of our lives if I stayed in this marriage. Like I’d told him before—I would never be the little housewife our families wanted. My heart sank when I realized that was what I was slowly becoming since coming home. I was changing whether I wanted it or not.

My troubling thoughts dissolved into nothing when he suddenly pulled out of me. He let go of my hips, and I straightened my legs, my bare feet hitting the cool wood floor.

“Damian—”

“We’re not finished yet.” He spun me around until I was facing the wall. I glanced over my shoulder to see him crouchingslightly, lowering to a height needed to slide back into me. My palms hit the wall as I arched my back toward him.

He let out a gruff moan, his hand slapping my ass cheek before grasping my hips again. “I can’t decide which sight I love most. This one or when I get to see your face when I’m giving you pleasure.”

This new position let him plunge inside even deeper, causing me to cry out hoarsely. Every cell was on fire in the best possible way. I closed my eyes, relishing in it as his thrusts became faster and more frantic. His bruising grip on my hips controlled the pace until I was on the brink of my orgasm. Then he slowed down. My body pleaded for more, his deliberately slow strokes driving me crazy. He let go of one of my hips, dropping his hand to my clit.

“Fuck.” My breath hitched at the new touch. “Don’t stop, Damian.”

He chuckled gruffly before his lips grazed the side of my throat. “Is this you admitting I can fulfill all your needs?”

“You haven’t done anything yet,” I snarked breathlessly. “You can’t even get me off.”

“Mm,” he mused before kissing my neck. “Trying to rile me up does nothing, Talie. I can read your body better than anyone. You’re so fucking close. All it would take is one certain touch and you’ll be screaming my name.”

As if to prove his point, he pinched my clit, making me buck against him. His kiss on my throat turned hard, and I squirmed in his hold.

“You’re going to leave a mark?—”

“Good,” he cut me off, a jealous edge in his voice. “I want to mark you as mine in every single fucking way.”

Knowing I was going to have to wear my hair down until his damn hickey faded did nothing to stop my impending orgasm. His fingers stroking me made up for his slow thrusts.

“Yes,” I panted, my muscles tensing.

“Admit I was right,” he ordered, not stopping his assault on my clit. “That I knowexactlywhat you need.”

I bit my lip, desperately holding on to my last shred of control. It didn’t last much longer when he slammed back into me, upping his pace until his grip on my hip was the only thing keeping me in place as he fucked me hard.

“You’re fucking right,” I choked out. “Happy? Let me come. Please.”

He didn’t answer, continuing his deep thrusts, his fingers rubbing my clit until heat swirled in my lower stomach. A whimper escaped me when he slowed down again.

“Please, Damian,” I nearly screamed, rocking against him, not caring how I was pleading. “I need to fucking come.”

He groaned. “Hearing you beg? Fuck, Talie. I think I found my new favorite thing.”

His hand left my clit to grasp my hips tightly. The next time his cock filled me, it stole my breath. He didn’t stop. Pounding into me as if he’d lost control. I lowered my hand between my legs to touch myself, only to hesitate when Damian spoke up.

“Hand back on the wall,” he demanded between heavy breaths. “Or I stop.”

“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath. But what did I do? I fucking listened, my palm slapping against the wall as he plunged back into me. Right now, I didn’t care if he wanted to be in control. As long as I got my orgasm.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praised, his words making a jolt travel through my veins. “I’ll be sure to remember for later.”

“Remember what?” I moaned, his movements all I could concentrate on.

“Edging you does two things—it makes you beg, which I fucking love. You just listened to me for the first time since you’ve been home. I’ll have to do it more often.” He paused,thrusting back into me. “But next time, I’ll have you tied up. Where you’ll have no choice but to take only what I want to give you. Until your voice is hoarse from pleading. Your body tight from the constant teasing. Would you like that, Talie?”

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