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“I don’t understand.” I couldn’t think with him working my pussy the way he was.

“From now on, no one will touch you in this club because they’re scared of me. They know I’m territorial. They know Sophia Morelli’s mouth, cunt, ass, everything is off-limits.”

His crude words caused a lump to form in my chest. If he turned away from me, I’d have no place to go for a chance to explore any of this again.

“Why didn’t you leave me with Clark if you didn’t want me?” I couldn’t hide the hurt or the need coursing through my body.

His thrusts grew harder, making me cry out and dig my nails into his forearms. “I never said I didn’t want you. Wanting you and wanting you to be mine are two fucking different things.”

A spasm shot through me, and I no longer cared about his anger at the situation. I had to come. I was desperate to come.

“More, Damon,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“More, is it?” His hold remained firm on my neck as his other hand pumped in and out, in and out, making my mind whirl. “I own this cunt. It has only ever known my cock, and it will remain that way. You will never pull what you just did with Clark again. Do you hear me?”

“I don’t want anyone but you,” I admitted.

His thumb circled my nub as his pistoning pushed me closer and closer to the precipice of climax. “You didn’t answer me.”

“Y-yes. I need to come. I’m almost there.”

He stopped his movement, making me want to cry as my release all but fell away, leaving only the unquenched arousal churning inside me.

Damon dropped his forehead to the back of my head, his breath as unsteady as mine. “You don’t agree for the sake of an orgasm, My Sophia.”

I realized what he’d said.

My Sophia, not Only Sophia or plain Sophia.

“I told you what would happen if you didn’t stay away from me. I told you what I wanted from you. I made it very clear you weren’t safe with me. Now you belong to me, whether I want you to be mine or not.”

I tilted my head up to look into his piercing eyes. “If you don’t want me, then let me go.”

“I never said I didn’t want you. Or weren’t you listening?” The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. “As of now, you belong to no one else but me at this club. And the only way that changes is if I release you.”

For the first time, I felt a sense of genuine fear of him, but at the same time, I wanted to know every dark thing he promised in his haunted green eyes.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Liar.”

Before I could respond, he sealed his lips over mine and resumed his ministrations between my legs. Within a few thrusts, my pussy ascended back to its previous quivering state, and I toppled over into ecstasy.

“That’s it. Let me hear your moans. They all belong to me now.”

I quivered and contracted around his fingers, soaking him and completely unabashed with the sounds of my pleasure.

“Damon. Just like that.” I rocked against him, desperate to ride wave after wave of his wicked acts.

In the back of my mind, I knew I should have thought of the fact we were in the public playroom area, and the possibility of Lucian reviewing the club’s feed was high. But the cascade of delicious oblivion coursing through me made it all but impossible to care.

He brought me up again, keeping me delirious until I couldn’t think.

As I slowly came down, Damon fisted my hair and murmured, “Welcome back.”

Unexpectedly, a sense of uncertainty filled me. But it dissipated when I saw the carnal desire still looming in his gaze.

“I take it that this is only the beginning of your plans for me.”

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