Page 109 of Vow to Hate You

I giggled. “Another thing you picked up from your romance books?”

His eyes cut to mine, amusement dancing in them. “I call them manuals for a reason. And they’re fun to read.”

He gripped my hips, backing me up, his hands slowly sliding down to my ass. His fingers dug into my skin before lifting me up and setting me on top of the desk. I glanced behind me, noticing there wasn’t so much as a piece of paper on his desk.

“Cleaning your desk?” I asked, returning my attention to him.

“Just for you.”

I leaned back on my palms. “Why have me get dressed if you’re going to take it off?”

“This,” he slid his finger under the strap on my shoulder, “is staying on. Turn around and put your palms on the desk.”

“And if I don’t?”

He grasped my chin, pulling me closer. “Let me explain how tonight is going to work. You’re mine for the night. If you want to be a brat, then by all means, please continue to defy me. But if you want orgasms? Then you’ll be a good girl and listen.”

My heart flipped, heat jolting through my veins. I licked my lips, pondering his words. His stare didn’t waver, his entire demeanor calm and patient. Oh, he planned this. There would be no teasing him until he snapped and fucked me. He was in complete control.

His fingers tightened on my jaw, his lips hovering near mine. “I’m almost hoping you choose the first option. Edging you is one of my favorite things.”

Fuck me.

“Two,” I choked out hoarsely. “I choose option two.”

He released my face, stepping back. “Then show me.”

I slowly turned around, placing my hands on the edge of his desk.

His hand landed on my back. “Bend over more.”

My face flushed as my chest hit the desk, and I arched my back when Damian hissed out a breath. His fingers teased my bare ass cheek before he nudged my legs further apart.

“Stay there,” he ordered before moving away and opening the small closet. I kept my eyes on him as he grabbed a duffel bag and brought it back to the desk. My heart skipped when he disappeared behind me again.

“What’s that?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I went shopping.”

“For what?”

“You’ll find out.”

He unzipped the bag, and I shifted in my heels, waiting anxiously. He wrapped his hand around my upper leg, squeezing gently before his fingers trailed higher.

“Are you ready to go on stage?” he asked.

“You still haven’t told me what I’m doing once we get on stage,” I muttered, almost not caring what he had planned. His hand creeping closer to my pussy was holding my full attention.

“How many orgasms did you have when you had the cage locked on me?”

My pulse quickened. “What?”

“How many, Talie?” He brushed his finger over the thin fabric covering my clit.

His touch had heat coursing through my veins, and I fought to think clearly. I closed my eyes, recalling our time on the yacht. He ate me out in the bedroom…the bathroom. I squirmed in his hold when he pushed the fabric to the side, sliding a finger inside me.

“Three,” I choked out. “Three times.”

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