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The jackass crawled into a space I’d promised never to let any man occupy.

Now, I was in love with a man with as many demons as I carried.

Opening my lids, I stared up into his mesmerizing emerald eyes.

I wanted to give him the words, but some part of me told me to wait until things weren’t so volatile, until I no longer had a murder charge hanging over my head, until our relationship wasn’t so fresh and untested.

And most of all, what if he never felt the same way about me?

I knew he wanted me. He was more than possessive over me. I had no doubt he cared for me beyond anyone before me. Could I risk hearing he didn’t feel the same way?

“That isn’t for tonight. Not now. Not here.”

“I know you feel it.”

“Even if I do. I won’t say it. It’s too soon.”

His hold on my hair tightened.

Before he could respond, I pulled his mouth down for a kiss and then murmured, “Please just make me come. I’m going to die.”

“I’ll let you win this one for now,” he murmured against my lips.

A sense of relief washed through me, knowing this subject was no longer on the table.

Damon’s thumb circled my clitoral nub. A whimper escaped my lips, and the constant spark of heat deep inside my core ignited into a painful, raging fire. My pussy clenched and flexed as his hands worked me, driving me higher and higher.

He cupped my breast, squeezing and molding, taking the nipple and pinching hard, giving me the bite of pain I loved so much.

I gasped, “Yes, more. Just like that.”

I slide closer and closer to oblivion.

“That’s is. Come for me. Let me hear you scream.” He pulled out of my pussy and then slid two fingers along the sides of my clit and pinched it between his knuckles.

That was all it took. The pleasure-filled pain exploded through me, and ecstasy cascaded into every nerve in my body. My body bowed, and I could do nothing but let Damon hold me as I thrashed and let my orgasm roll from one wave to another. It felt unending, euphoric, and something only attainable with this man who held me.

Chapter Five

Damon

“Don’t you want me to take care of that?” Sophia asked as I toweled her body dry, and she focused on my ramrod cock.

Of course, I’d love nothing more than for her to wrap her lips around my dick so I could force her to take me to the back of her throat.

Hell, all I’d wanted to do was mark every damn part of her inside and out with my cum from the second she let me claim her in that greenhouse two nights ago. The primal urge pushed at me even more after the last twenty-four hours.

She was mine, and some dared even to think to harm her, to take her from me.

“What happened in the shower was for you. I’ll get mine soon enough.”

I hadn’t intended for the shower to become sexual. Still, I realized using the powerful pull Sophia I had for each other would take her mind off the shit show she’d endured.

Somehow, this woman, even without trying, seemed to turn what I meant as something focused on our mutual, unexplainable physical desire into something emotional.

A rage churned inside me that only she could calm. She had to know it. It drove me to find the fucking bastards who set her up and destroy them, piece by motherfucking piece.

She stayed my hands as they slid up her hips. “What if I want to give you relief?”

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