Page 73 of Claim

She tasted of champagne and cinnamon candy, a sweet, decadent blend only she could make me want to get my fill of.

I wanted all of her, to consume her, to infiltrate every part of her, to possess her.

I only hoped these very things about me wouldn’t eventually make her run away. I had no doubt it would, but for now, I’d delight in it and indulge to my heart’s content.

Her fingers threaded into my hair, and she scored her nails against my scalp sending shivers and desire throughout my body.

The need to fuck her roared inside me. This woman who kept pushing, who refused to listen. The brat who needed to poke and prod until she received the reaction she craved.

I walked her backward until she was pinned to a butcher block table. A whimper escaped her throat as I nipped her sensitive bottom lip, and she broke the kiss.

Passion and hunger laced her dark eyes. “What was that for?”

“Sophia, it’s time you understood what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Ignoring the confusion etched on her features, I turned her and bent her over the table. I pulled my tie from my pocket and wrapped it around her wrists, making sure to bind her so she wouldn’t lose circulation and keep her from finding a way to free herself.

“Are you crazy? This place is made of glass.”

“You wanted me. Now you have me. That means I get to fuck you and punish you, any damn place I please.” I cupped her plump ass, and she immediately pushed into my touch. “From your response, you don’t seem so opposed to the idea.”

“It’s because I’m sex-deprived, nothing more.”

“Let me guess. Ever since my cock claimed your cunt, your toys don’t seem to make the cut.” The thought of her using anything on her pussy without my permission sent a pang of irritation through me.

“You didn’t have a claim on me, so why do you care?”

I gripped her hair, jerking her head back. “I claimed that cunt the second I took your virginity. You’re mine. And you made it even more official when you walked in here tonight. You are mine, Sophia Morelli. This was your choice. Time to get fucking used to it.”

Releasing her, I pushed her forward until the side of her face pressed to the table.

“Instead of worrying about the window, you may want to consider someone walking in on us.” I settled my hand over her bound ones and kicked her legs apart before I lifted her dress to expose her barely-there thong.

God, I couldn’t wait to fuck that ass of hers, to make her beg to come, to make her cry as I pounded into her.

She deserved it for not listening and not letting me do the right thing.

“I locked the door when I came in.”

“Why?” I asked right before I brought my hand down hard.

“Fuck,” she cried out. “Are you out of your mind?”

Ignoring her, I smacked her ass again and commanded, “Answer my question.”

“You know why.” She lifted into the strike of my palm, wanting more of the sting against her skin.

“Say it.” My thumb slid along the damp fabric of her thong until it reached her swollen clit and then circled.

She widened her legs and shifted side to side, trying to get the exact friction she craved.

“More,” she sobbed, tears streaming from her eyes. “Please.”

“I can do this all night long and never let you come.”

She clenched her teeth and said, “Because I knew you’d fuck me once you stopped living in your head and realized I could handle anything you threw my way.”

I stared at her tear-streaked, flushed face as something, unlike anything I’d ever experienced locked into place inside me. This woman pushed and pushed until I had no defenses left.

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