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My nipples pebbled, and desire pooled between my legs. “You think so.”

“I know so. I’m claiming you everywhere.”

“Only where I let you.” I clutched his shoulders as my eyes fluttered closed from the exquisite feel of his fingers flexing on my skin.

“There is no ‘let.’ I warned you what would happen the moment I touched you. I am your Dom. I’ve claimed your body, your mind, your soul.”

His words stirred something deep inside me. Was it fear or comfort?

Fuck I had no idea.

“What does that mean?”

“I will take care of you, I will pleasure you, and I will punish you. You’re my submissive from this point forward.”

I looked into his heated eyes. “You mean until this fire between us burns out. Then it will end.”

“Oh, this isn’t going to end. I’m keeping you. And we both know this fire, as you put it, will only grow more intense. It will turn into an inferno that nothing can put out.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Damon

“You can’t keep me unless I allow it.” The feel of Sophia’s pulse under my fingers shot a surge of lust straight to my cock.

“You’ll allow it,” I said to Sophia as I stared into her midnight eyes.

“What makes you so sure?”

I wanted to punish her, make her cry, bask in her pain for not listening to me, for not running away, for pushing and pushing when I told her I was not the one for her, not the man she should ever allow to claim her.

Bringing my face a fraction from hers, I stated, “You felt it from the first moment our eyes connected. It’s only grown more intense. This thing between us is inevitable. Doing the right thing is no longer an option.”

I’d never lie to myself and say I hadn’t loved every second of her defending me. She’d masterfully turned the situation on Williams, making it very clear to all who listened that he was a grief-stricken brother who couldn’t accept the truth of his sister’s death.

But it also put her in the middle of another scandal. That was all she needed.

I guessed she’d survive this one as she had the others.

And then there was Lucian. He’d threaten to kill me. It’s exactly what I’d do if I were in his position, knowing the shit I did about myself.

My reputation and my preferences weren’t hidden.

And then there was Bryant Morelli and the other Morelli brothers. By now, they had every piece of information on me, from my birth records to what I ate for breakfast. Well, what I made available to the public.

They’d want my head on a platter.

“The right thing is overrated. It’s more fun to break the rules.”

I planned to defile this woman in every way possible.

Coasting my mouth across hers, I brushed her lips and bit down hard enough to cause a sting and make her gasp without breaking the skin.

“You are mine now. I’m a possessive fucking bastard, My Sophia. You’re going to learn what that means in great detail.”

“I—is that a threat?” She lifted a brow in a challenge, but the unsteady way she asked and the jumping of her heartbeat under my fingers told me her question was all bravado.

“You’ll have to find out and see.” Then, taking one of her wrists in my free hand, I pinned it to her back and crashed my mouth over hers.

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