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“The second way,” I continued as if she hadn’t spoken, “is to ask me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re more than welcome to touch yourself. Work yourself up until you crash over the edge.” I pinned her wrists to the wall when she tried pushing me away. “But not without my permission. Ask me if you can come, Talie.”

“I don’t need to ask you,” she snarled, struggling against my hold.

I chuckled. “Then no orgasm for you. This is a studio apartment, which means we will be living in close quarters. Trying to tease me with sex? Go for it. But before you try this again, remember the club I own. I have endless ideas on how to tease you right back.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I won’t have sex with you.”

“I can have you screaming and begging without me even touching you.” I released her wrists, stepping back. “Touch yourself without asking again, you’ll find out what I mean.”

When she glared daggers at me, I could see her internal fight about what to do. She wanted to defy me, but my warning was making her hesitant, not knowing how far I’d go. If she wanted to play this game, I was more than willing.

“Dick,” she finally muttered while moving to rinse off the rest of the soap. “You won’t be with me every second. Remember that.”

I didn’t respond, stepping back under my own showerhead. From her calculated stare, this was far from over. But instead of the annoyance I was expecting, my body was buzzing with excitement. I didn’t trust her for anything after what she did to me. But I wasn’t hating having her here. I just needed to remember how she’d screwed me over once, and if given the chance, she’d do it again.

It still didn’t stop my thoughts from running rampant about how she’d sound screaming my name.

CHAPTER 7

talie

“Time to wake up, wife.”

The words drifted through my hazy mind as I rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head and curling in a ball. I was still so tired, I nearly let myself fall back to sleep until I realized how comfortable I was. Then the night flooded back into my mind. My heart stuttered, and I forced my eyes open as I sat up.

Damian was standing next to me, already dressed in another tailored suit that fit him perfectly. Fuck him for being so goddamn hot. I tensed when I realized I was in his bed.

“I fell asleep on the couch,” I said slowly.

After the shower last night, I raided his drawers, finding a t-shirt and shorts to wear since I didn’t have any other clothes here. He told me to sleep in his bed with him, a command I absolutely refused, choosing the couch instead. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was better than sharing a bed with him.

“You wouldn’t stop moving around,” Damian stated as he moved to the dresser to grab his watch. “I couldn’t sleep.”

I frowned. “So, you carried me into your bed?”

“You still sleep like the dead.” He chuckled, fixing the watchband around his wrist. “The second I put you on the bed, you finally stayed still.”

“I don’t want to share a bed with you.”

“It’s a king. You weren’t even close to me.”

“If I’m stuck here, then we need to get a bigger place,” I muttered, running my hands down my face. “One where I have my own wing, and I never have to see you.”

“Go get ready,” he ordered, changing the subject. “We have to leave in an hour.”

Ice crawled through my veins at the thought of seeing my father again. Once that happened, there was no chance of leaving again. I glanced at Damian, ready to start arguing until I met his stare. He wasn’t going to back down from this. He was hellbent on making sure I stayed.

“I have nothing to wear,” I grated out.

“Charlotte is coming over soon to bring you an outfit.”

I perked up, swinging my legs over the side of the mattress. “How do you expect me to get ready when I have none of my stuff?”

“I guess you were so busy getting naked last night that you didn’t check the drawers.” He nodded toward the bathroom door. “I had it stocked before you came. Makeup and hair stuff.”

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