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“Pierce, I hope you understand what you’re doing,” Clark warned as Damon turned me.

Damon gave no response as he guided me toward the giant public playroom. Whatever he intended, it would be available for everyone to see.

My blood hummed with a mix of anxiety and excitement. It couldn’t be any different than a fashion show. I’d strutted around in a bathing suit before. But doing anything intimate or sexual, I wasn’t sure if it aroused or made me want to run.

I always had my safe word.

Marriage.

“It’s too late.”

Looking to my side, I asked, “For what?”

“Regrets.”

“Regrets are for the weak. I’m not weak.”

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Damon grabbed me by the throat, hauled me into a dark corner, and pushed me against a wall.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath before his mouth covered mine, demanding, devouring, consuming.

My body heated, and my blood hummed with needs I could not control.

A whimper escaped my lips as I held onto his shoulders and lost myself in him. His tongue thrust and rolled against mine in a seductive dance, sending every one of my nerves into hyper-alert.

I wanted more, so much more.

As if hearing my thoughts, his grip on my neck grew tighter, and he asked, “Is this what you desired? Is this what you came here to feel?”

“Yes.” I arched up against him, the friction of his chest against my nipple a delicious torture. “I need it. Damon, please.”

“I told you to fucking stay away from me.” His hand roamed between my legs, cupping my pussy. “I told you what would happen if I got my hands on you again. But you had to come here.”

“You rejected me,” I gasped, grinding against him, desperate for him to touch me harder.

“And so you decided to offer yourself up to another Dom, thinking you were safe to explore with someone else because it was your brother’s place?” He pushed the gusset of my underwear to the side and slid his fingers between my soaked folds. “So wet, so hot. Filthy girl, do you think I would allow anyone else’s hands on you but mine?”

I couldn’t think with his maddening strokes, meant to tease and torment. I dug my nails into his flesh, unable to do anything but hold onto him.

My skin burned with need, and the ache deep inside me wound tighter and tighter.

He pushed my thighs apart with his leg, pressed my back harder against the wall, and thrust two fingers into my sopping pussy, making me cry out in pleasure-filled pain.

“Oh, God. Damon.”

“That’s right. Let everyone hear you call my name.”

The sensation of people watching us prickled along my skin and ignited a desperate, painful throbbing in my core.

“In fact, let them see.” He turned me, not releasing his hold on my throat, only setting my back against his front.

Immediately, my eyes locked with a Dom passing by, and panic hit me. “I’m not ready for others to watch me.”

“Too fucking bad. You wanted me. You get what I give you.” Damon fucked me with his digits, rubbing that spot deep inside me meant to drive up my need.

The Dom smiled as interest and heat entered his eyes, but then his attention moved to Damon. That was when his expression cooled, and he continued on his way.

“Did you see what just happened?” Damon crooned into my ear. “I’ve ruined this place for you.”

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