Page 35 of Defy

“It’s not eavesdropping if I came in search of sustenance and you were occupying the space where I can procure my desires.”

He turned to face me, his green gaze darkening as he took me in from head to toe and back again. “Procure your desires. What exactly are those desires?”

“Food.”

“Are those the only desires?”

I liked my lips. “At this moment, yes.”

“I see.” He slowly strolled in my direction. “That shirt looks familiar.”

He stopped in front of me and thumbed my collar.

“It should. It once belonged to you.”

“Once?” He lifted a brow. “Does that mean it doesn’t anymore?”

“I’ve customized it for other purposes. It may be the first piece in a collection I plan to design.”

His mouth curved up at the corners, and he took hold of the open collar of my makeshift dress and traced it down to the top swell of my breasts and then over to where his tie pins attached at various points along the sides.

“Your talents are far and wide, Sophia Morelli.”

“Are you trying to flatter me into letting you get into my pants?”

“You aren’t wearing any pants.” His hand skimmed up my knee and between my thighs to stroke my naked pussy.

Before I realized what he intended, he pushed two fingers inside my slick sex, scissoring them to give me that bite of pain and then curving to rub against the sensitive area deep inside me.

I clasped onto his shoulders, trying not to lose balance.

“Do I ever need an excuse to get between your legs?”

He gave me shallow thrusts meant to tease and incite. I dug my nails into his firm muscles. So lost in the exquisite heat building in my blood.

“As your Dom, do I need any other reason than the fact I claimed this cunt to do whatever I want with it, whenever it pleases me?”

He pumped harder, making it so he held me up as my legs could no longer hold my own weight.

“I don’t hear an answer.”

“No,” I gasped. “You don’t need an excuse. You claimed every part of me to do with as you please.”

“That’s right.” His thumb and forefinger grasped my clit, tugging and rolling it in that perfect way.

Immediately, I fell over the cliff. My vaginal walls contracted and then clenched in a rhythmic dance around his wicked fingers.

I dropped my head to his chest, completely lost in the pleasure this man coaxed out of me within seconds.

I couldn’t understand why his possessiveness, his demands, his dark, haunted nature pulled at something so primal deep inside me. I wanted to fight it and revel in it at the same time.

This thing with him made absolutely no sense.

We’d only begun this relationship, and my attachment to him went beyond anything I wanted with any man.

As my orgasm weaned, Damon slid from my body and brought his hands to my lips.

“Suck.”

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