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“You play the broody, broken, novel hero very well, Mr. Pierce.”

Her sentiment left an unsettled sensation in my gut. The last thing I wanted to do was go there. So I shifted her onto the sofa, pressing her front into the cushions and jerking her hips back.

“I’m no hero,” I warned. “I’m exactly the opposite.”

She blew hair from her face as she peered at me over her shoulder. “You don’t scare me.”

“Liar.” I lifted her skirt and ripped her thong from her hips, making her wince as the tearing lace stung her delicate flesh.

“I don’t need to lie when the truth works just as well.”

Her constant defiance, mixed with the lust in her black eyes, prickled at every one of my instincts to tame her and make her admit her true nature.

The challenge, the back and forth between us, heated my blood in a way I’d never experienced. I could fucking grow addicted to it.

I pushed down my pants, letting my cock spring free.

“I’m the worst thing that happened to you, and you can’t see it.” Reaching to the side, I grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and aligned myself to her slick, swollen cunt.

“I’m a Morelli.” She braced her hands against the armrest of the couch. “I know how to spot the dangerous ones.”

I slammed into her tight little pussy, causing her to cry out and propelling her forward. The way she squeezed me tight would have made a lesser man come on the spot. There was nothing like knowing I was the only man who’s ever had the pleasures of this woman’s body.

Fisting her hair in a brutal hold, I jerked her head back to look up at me. “You have no clue what I am.”

“Maybe not, but I’ll find out sooner or later.”

“Yes, you will.” I rolled my hips, making her gasp and clutch at my arm. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Warning heard.” Then she added with a smirk, “And ignored.”

“I punish brats, My Sophia.”

Her pussy quivered around my cock, and she licked her lips. “Is that a promise?”

“You aren’t going to like it.” I ran my thumb over her mouth, then glided it down her abdomen and toward her clit, circling the tender bundle of nerves. “Only one of us is going to get to come.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” I adjusted her against the armrest, pumping into her with long, leisurely strokes and continuing to tease her clit. “One thing you will learn about me is that I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”

“Then why bother arousing me?” she whimpered, her pleasure evident from the flush deepening her skin.

“Because it adds to your punishment.” I fucked into her harder now, my need for her increasing. “You can only push me so far.”

She pressed back against me, meeting each of my thrusts, the need to come driving her and making her forget it wouldn’t happen.

“Please. I’m right there.” She slid her hand between her legs, but I grabbed it and pressed her palm into the couch cushion.

“You don’t come unless I give you permission.” I caged her with my body and drove in and out of her like a madman. “You don’t have it.”

“Asshole.” She shot a rage-filled death stare my way. “The hell I don’t.”

Except she’d lessened the impact of her ire with the tears streaming down her face making her desire, need, and anger so fucking beautiful.

I drove her to the verge of climax two more times just for the sadistic pleasure of seeing more of her tears.

“Damon, please. Let me come. I’ll behave. I promise.”

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