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She rolled her eyes. “This isn’t my first fashion week. I’m a pro at this.”

“You will take care of what belongs to me, Sophia.”

A crease formed between her brows, and hardness shifted in the set of her jaw. She tried to push me back, but my body mass made it too hard to budge me.

“I don’t belong to you.”

“Want me to prove it?”

“Go right ahead.” She lifted her chin.

Instead of retorting with words, I took her mouth, making her gasp and moan. Then, before she could deepen it, I nipped her lower lip hard enough to sting and pulled back.

Breathing heavy, she stared at me with undisguised hunger.

Fucking gorgeous.

I turned her and then walked her in the direction of a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Our eyes connected in the reflection, and her lips parted a fraction. I stood nearly a foot taller than her, and my wide frame engulfed hers in shadow.

Sliding my palm across her abdomen, I pulled her back to my aroused front. With my other hand, I took the zipper between her breasts and tugged it down.

“What are you doing?” She stopped the momentum of my fingers.

“Meeting your challenge.” Capturing her wrist, I brought it to her side and continued to expose her cleavage and her taut stomach. “You only need to answer one question, and it will reveal whether you belong to me or not.”

I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple, making it hurt, just to the point where she gasped and bit her lip to keep her cry from alerting others.

“Wha—what is your question?”

“Have you made yourself come since I denied you?”

Her half-hooded gaze connected with mine in the mirror. “That is none of your business. We aren’t in the club or in a scene. You have no control over me here.”

“Such a liar.” I tsk’d and squeezed tighter on her straining bud, eliciting a whimper from her lips. “Are you afraid to admit what I already know?”

“You don’t know anything. I make my own decisions. And if you conducted the research you said you did, you’d have learned I do the opposite of what people order me to do.”

I whirled her around, caging her against the mirrored wall.

Grasping her fingers, I pressed them against her fabric-covered clit, drawing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Then why haven’t you used these to fuck your sweet cunt to orgasm? Why haven’t you relieved yourself of the arousal I saw blatantly staring at me while you walked the runway today?”

“You don’t know anything about what you saw.” She dropped her head back and closed her eyes, completely lost to the sensations growing deep in her pussy.

“Do you want to come, Sophia?”

Her breathing grew ragged, and a tinge of sweat broke out on her brow as I used her hand to stoke her need higher and higher.

“Damon, please. I’m there. I’m almost there.”

“Answer my question. Did you make yourself come? Or did you wait?”

“I’m not weak. I make my own decisions.”

Pushing her fingers away, I took over, rubbing, teasing, driving her to the point of going over. “That’s not an answer.”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“You don’t get to come unless you do.”

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