Page 47 of Vow to Hate You

He slowed his pace, and I bit back my protest as my release waned. With my palms pressed against the table, I rocked my hips against his hand, my body a ball of heated tension.

“We should test that out too,” he mused, plunging his fingers back into me. “Bondage. I think you’ll love it just like youenjoyed your ass turning crimson from my hand. I should go get some rope. I could tie you up and lay you on this table, making you wait in anticipation until I decide to give you what you want.”

My pussy clenched around his fingers. He smirked, clearly not missing how my body answered. He tightened his grip on my throat, making my pulse thrash as I fought for a breath. Everything he was doing to me was making me spiral into ecstasy, and I needed a fucking release. He pulled his fingers from me, returning his attention to my clit.

“Yes,” I breathed out, barely realizing I spoke out loud.

“Ask me, Talie.”

When I didn’t respond, he sped up his movements, circling my clit in a steady rhythm that had me bucking against him. Until he slowed down. I clenched my jaw, glaring at him. He lessened his hold around my throat but made sure his grip was still tight enough to keep me aware of it. Then he began stroking my clit again, building me up all over again.

“I’ll keep you on this table all night,” he said gruffly. “Don’t test me.”

My glare lacked any vigor as he continued his teasing. I could say the safe word. But I didn’t want to. I was hovering so close to the edge that I needed it. And Damianwastesting me. Waiting to see how far I’d go. My stubbornness wouldn’t let me back down now.

I let out a tortured whimper when his fingers halted again.

“Please,” I bit out.

“Please what?”

I was going crazy from his teasing torment, and it was the only reason I was giving in. He’d get my words, and I’d get the release I so desperately needed.

“Please don’t stop,” I nearly whispered.

“That’s not a question, Talie.”

Oh my fuck.I wanted to strangle him. Almost as much as I wanted an orgasm.

“Can you make me come?” I nearly shrieked. “Please.”

His eyes darkened as he leaned down, not stopping his assault on my clit. “Yes, I can. But first, I want my name to leave that smart mouth of yours.”

I was so lost in the pleasure I couldn’t give him a coherent response. When his movements stalled again, I lifted my arm and snatched his wrist, pressing it back against my clit.

“Don’t stop, Damian,” I demanded, ignoring how much it sounded like I was pleading.

Satisfaction gleamed in his gaze as his strokes on my clit became faster, making me moan.

“I love hearing my name fall from your lips when you’re begging,” he admitted roughly. “Now I want to hear what it sounds like when you scream it.”

He pinched my clit, making me choke out a ragged breath. This time, he didn’t stop, and it didn’t take long until my legs were trembling as I climbed back to the edge. My muscles tightened, and I squeezed my eyes shut as it all exploded. His grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air as I came hard. He didn’t stop, his fingers rubbing my clit as I rode out the orgasm. When he released my throat, I sucked in a breath, still seeing stars. I sagged against the table, my heart pounding in my ears.

His stare burned into me, and my nerves slammed back into me now that I could think clearly. What we did just crossed a line—one I never had any intention of ever touching. I didn’t want Damian to get the idea I wanted this.Wanted him. I spent the last five years running from him and this life. I would never bow down to be the wife everyone in my life wanted me to be. Sex would only make this messier.

Forcing my eyes open, I sat up, pushing him back before jumping off the table and yanking my sweatpants back up. When I raised my head, I caught him watching me intensely. I forced a smile, patting him on the cheek.

“Thanks for the orgasm, husband,” I said, my voice overly sweet. “You’realmostas good as the toy I keep in my dresser.”

He scoffed. “Please. Don’t try to insult me, Natalia. If that were true, you would have fled the room and got yourself off.” He gripped my arm, pulling me into his chest. “You loved what I did to you. Feel free to read more of my books. I’ll happily test out any other kinks you want.” He raised his other hand and stuck two fingers into his mouth. “You taste fucking delicious.”

My pussy spasmed as if I didn’t just have an amazing orgasm. Our silence was interrupted when there were loud voices coming from the hall. Damian frowned, breaking eye contact to glance across the room. A man I didn't recognize slammed the door open and stumbled into the room, readjusting his dress shirt. Sylvia appeared a second later, looking frazzled as she glared daggers at the man.

“I’m so sorry, Damian,” she blurted. “I told him you were having dinner and not to be disturbed, but he barged past me.”

“It’s not your fault he has no manners,” Damian replied smoothly, his business voice in place as he stepped away from me. “I wasn’t aware we had a meeting, Percy.”

His voice wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant either. I knew Damian well enough that whoever this Percy guy was, my husband didn’t like him. My gaze trailed over the man, taking in his slicked back hair and expensive suit. Most men in this world loved gloating about their wealth, and Percy was no different. But this man didn’t seem to fit into the mold like Damian. It seemed forced, making me wonder who he was. Did he work for the Valentin family?

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