Page 21 of Claim

I dropped my head back onto the couch where I sat and gazed up at the intricately decorated ceiling of the playroom. I’d just spent the last three hours with Sophia. She slept peacefully against me, spent from play and sex. However, my mind warred with itself and the consequences of tonight.

I couldn’t shake the sense that I’d fallen down a rabbit hole without comprehending when I’d reach the surface again.

I should have walked away the second she’d given me her name and I connected the family resemblance, but more so when I realized she was Lucian’s baby sister.

Then again, I’d never felt this extreme a draw toward any woman before Sophia.

The desperate need to taste her, touch her, and ultimately fuck her won out.

Now by doing all three, she’d blown my mind, and I wanted more—more of her cries, more of her desires, more of her submission.

Exploring, she said. Not a submissive, she said.

How could someone like her not know what she was?

Her reaction to me in the bar alone conveyed her tendencies. Anyone who’d watched our interplay would agree.

Why hadn’t I paid attention to the warning of that visceral pull we had to each other?

The intensity of it surpassed anything I’d experienced with anyone before her.

Guilt shot deep into my gut.

I’d driven Maria to her choice. I couldn’t allow another to fall onto the same path.

One night only. That’s how I’d prevent it. We’d go our separate ways after tonight.

Hell, I may not have to worry about the decision anyway. I expected at least a few scathing, if not graphically, incensed calls from Lucian about my upcoming demise for touching his baby sister.

I was one of the few people he couldn’t intimidate. So technically, his threats were just him blowing off steam.

However, I’d crossed a line in our friendship by touching Sophia.

Bro code and all that jazz.

There was no doubt that within a few seconds of Sophia and me moving in the direction of the playrooms, Ventana or another of the club members sent Lucian an update.

Would I have stayed away from her if Lucian ordered me to do it?

Fuck. I had no idea.

I lifted my head and stared down at Sophia’s dozing form draped across my lap and tucked under a blanket; naked, relaxed, and sated.

She’d given me so much more than I expected tonight.

The wild child daughter of the Morellis, the one in all the tabloids who flaunted one high-profile relationship after another. She was a fucking liar.

I’d taken from her, loved every second of it, and wanted to defile her in so many more ways.

She’d blown every barrier I’d meticulously erected over the last year and a half into tiny pieces in the matter of one night.

She fucking made me want, she fucking made me crave, she fucking made me need.

Never had a woman cried such beautiful tears or begged so sweetly.

Her submission tasted better than the most decadent of aged cognacs.

There truly was nothing like watching her surprised gasps as she realized she enjoyed the bite of pain administered from a flogger. Or how she’d arched, anticipating the next strike but never knowing when it would come.

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