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“Excellent assessment, brat.”

“I’m a brat now? I thought I was your Sophia.”

He jerked my head back, sending exquisite prickles of sensation over my scalp. “They are one and the same. You’re a brat, My Sophia.”

“And do you think you can change me?”

“Oh, no. I told you. I’m going to bring every bit of that brat out of you kicking and screaming.” He brought my face an inch from his. “I’m going to bask in your tears, your cries, your punishments. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you have regrets later.”

“I’ve already told you. Regrets are for the weak. I’m not weak.”

“That’s true. To be a Morelli, you can’t be weak. Just remember, I’m one of the few who isn’t scared of any Morelli. That should tell you what I am.”

I’d met very few men who weren’t afraid of Lucian or his wrath. It looked as if Damon was one of them. I’d find out one day what sordid history tied them together.

“What are you?”

“The worst thing that ever happened to you, and now there is no escape for either of us. You belong to me now.”

“I belong to no one but me.”

“Still think you’re exploring, do you?”

“I enjoy the way you make me feel.” My breath grew unsteady, and my skin prickled. “It doesn’t mean I’m submissive.”

“Deny it all you want. The facts are the facts.”

Using his hold on my hair, he pushed me down to my knees, and then with his other hand, he reached for the opening of his jeans.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears, knowing what he expected from me. Apprehension and need surged inside me. He pretty much manhandled me to the floor, and for some reason, I loved every fucking second of it.

What did that say about me? Nothing made sense since I met him, and at the same time, it felt as if this was what I’d waited for my whole life.

“I’ve never—” I broke off, as heat crept up my cheeks, reminding me he preferred experienced women.

As if sensing my uncertainty, he brought his precum-glistening cock a fraction from my lips and said, “Then it means I own your mouth too. Soon there won’t be a part of you I haven’t touched. Now open up and follow every instruction I give you.”

Damon pushed into my mouth, giving me the first taste of his salty, sweet essence.

“That’s it, breathe through your nose, and relax your throat. I want you to take all of me and let me see your beautiful tears.”

He angled my head and worked himself first in shallow thrusts, then going deeper and more demanding. He allowed me no control. I held onto his jean-covered thighs and took what he gave me.

Damon thumbed the wetness from my cheeks. “You cry so perfectly.”

Back and forth, he rocked me. His breath grew unsteady, and he clenched my hair with a brutal grip—fiery need shot throughout my body and wetness between my legs.

“You’re going to take every drop I give you.”

I stared up at him through wet lashes. His brutal beauty scared me in a way I couldn’t understand.

Why him?

His attractiveness went beyond what I encountered daily. He possessed all the refinement of those born into the world of privilege but with the rough, jagged edges of a predator lying in wait prepared to devour you whole.

And what did it say about me that I wanted to be his prey?

Fuck, I was losing my mind.

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