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“No, little liar,” I responded as my balls drew up and my orgasm rushed through me.

“Bastard.”

“For that, you’ll have to wait to come until the next time we meet. You don’t get to touch that pussy. Only I do.” I pumped hard and fast, working the rest of my release into the oblivion of the perfection that was her body.

CHAPTER TEN

Sophia

“Sophia, your group goes on in twenty minutes.”

I glanced away from the dressing mirror in front of me to nod to the production coordinator for one of the most anticipated events of New York Fashion Week. I’d spent the last hour and a half having my hair and makeup set to perfection before I walked the runway as a favor for my friend, Karina Mehta.

Karina was one of the most sought-after designers in the world, with her styles having taken the fashion world by storm over the last few years. She’d recently moved into high-end jewelry and decided I was the perfect model to showcase her new pieces with her couture collection.

“Remember to do that far-off dreamy thing you do with your face. I’ve specifically applied your makeup for that purpose.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the world-famous makeup artist Natalia Carla, who currently studied my face from various angles.

“I know. I know. The show is all about seduction. Longing, need, yada, yada, yada.”

“If all else fails, pretend you’re dreaming about an orgasm from your new lover.”

“Have I met this new lover?” I asked, lifting a brow. “Tell me about him. Is he someone in the industry? I do enjoy hearing the latest news about myself.”

The last thing I’d do was share my private life with anyone, especially a gossip like Natalia.

“That’s too bad. I’d hoped you’d shed the sexual frustration that surrounds you all the time.”

A few models near me laughed, hearing the nonsense between Natalia and me.

“A woman only needs her hands or a toy to take care of that problem.”

Damon’s words flashed in my mind. “You’ll have to wait to come until the next time we meet.”

As if he would have let me come if I hadn’t called him a bastard. And how dare he order me not to make myself get off.

As if he owned me.

And why the fuck had I listened? I never listened to anyone.

This is what I got for waiting until I turned twenty-five to have sex. The first guy I slept with fucked all the brains and logic out of my head.

“True. I’ll have to remember the name of whatever that toy everyone keeps raving about. It will help you loosen up. You seem extra irritable and controlled today. You’re acting—” Natalia paused, tapping the blusher brush handle to her chin. “More…what’s the word I’m looking for?”

Someone from behind her shouted. “Sexually frustrated than usual.”

If they only knew how true it was.

“I hate all of you, I swear.” I shook my head and joined in the amusement everyone was having at my expense. “Did you all forget I’m a Morelli? I am stoic and grumpy by nature.”

“No darling, you’re the dance on tables, wild child. You don’t fit the mold.” Natalia turned my chair. “Go put on that sheer curtain worth fifty thousand dollars that Karina designed and the millions in gems requiring its own security team. You’re on in less than five minutes.”

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“I knew that one would look perfect on you,” Karina stated as I took my position with the rest of the models.

I wanted to kick myself for not making the original fitting.

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