Page 68 of Vow to Hate You

Yes.From the way my body responded to his words, I had a feeling anything he did would have me screaming.

“Fuck,” he groaned, plunging into me one more time before he stilled with his cock staying buried in me as he came.

His chest was pressed against my back, and I could feel his heart pounding. Impatience filled me when he didn’t move a muscle. My body was still aching for a release. I lowered my hand to my clit, only for him to snatch my wrist.

“I don’t think so, wife,” he murmured. “You think you deserve an orgasm tonight after the shit you pulled?”

I was still processing his words as he pulled out of me before he readjusted my thong. His release was quickly soaking the fabric, and I whirled around. Smugness filled his eyes as he zipped his slacks.

“Are you fucking serious?” I hissed, fury coiling through my limbs.

“Consequences, Talie.” He stepped forward until my back hit the wall as he crowded me. “Flirting with another man right in fucking front of me and then getting rewarded for it? I don’t think so.”

My lips parted at his audacity. “Good to know you’ll lie to get me to listen to you.”

“Did I say once that you were going to get an orgasm?” His fingers found my clit over my thong, and he softly stroked it, his eyes staying locked on mine. I was still teetering so close on the edge that even his light touch was working me back up again. “I went easy on you because I knew you were messing with him to piss me off.”

“Damian,” I panted, rolling my hips. “Fuck. Please?—”

“Next time, I won’t be as nice,” he warned before lowering his head, his teeth nipping my ear. “Keep playing these games, Talie. I love it. But the next time you want to get under my skin, don’t get another man involved. Or it’ll end with you having a red ass and being tied to our bed all night with me edging you until you can’t handle it anymore.”

With those words, he backed away as he fixed his blue tie. My thong was soaked, and I glowered at him, my pulse thudding like crazy. He grabbed my heels from the floor before sauntering closer, dropping to his knees in front of me.

I stared down at him. “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering me, he gently wrapped his fingers around my calf, trailing his hand down my leg until he lifted my foot high enough to slip my heel on. He did the same to my other, and my hand landed on his shoulder to steady myself. When I caught his gaze on my wet thong, I grinned.

“Want a taste, Damian?” I purred. “I wouldn’t mind squeezing your head with my legs right now.”

“Next time it’ll be my tongue making you scream,” he promised gruffly, getting to his feet. He grabbed the hem of my dress, tugging it down. “But not tonight.”

“I never thought you’d be an asshole who gets what he wants and leaves the woman unsatisfied.”

He chuckled. “That’s not what happened. You played one of your games and lost. I’m not leaving you unsatisfied—consider this a punishment.”

Anger scorched my veins as I glared daggers at him. If my damn husband thought he was the only one who could give punishments, I would happily prove him wrong.

He wrapped an arm around me, leading me toward the exit. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” I snapped.

“Back to the main area. We’re going to eat dinner.”

A laugh erupted from me. “I’m going home where I can be alone?—”

“No,” he said, his voice full of heated threat. “We’re going to eat dinner. Then we’ll go home together. Where you’ll sleep in my bed and only be able to dream about the orgasm you’re so desperately craving.”

We were already across the room, and he opened the door as if making sure I couldn’t finish myself off right here.

“I have to clean up,” I gritted out, keeping my voice low to not be overheard.

“You’re going to sit through dinner with your soaked panties,” he informed me with a dirty smirk. “A reminder that you’re mine.”

He led me to the back table where he’d been sitting before. It was still empty with a reserved placeholder on it. Damian glanced at me, giving me a wicked smile, and I matched it, raising higher on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Maybe you’re the one who needs a reminder,” I whispered, vengeance in my voice. “The ring on your finger means you’re mine too.”

“I’ve been yours for five years, Natalia. It doesn’t matter how bad yourreminderis—it won’t change anything.”

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