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“I haven’t lied to you.”

“You haven’t given me the truth either.”

“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do.”

“Someone pinned a murder on you. You had gloves on when I picked you and Lizzy up that night. They planted your fingerprints in Randolph’s penthouse. We can’t figure out who pinned this murder on you if you don’t tell me where you went.”

“I can’t, Damon.”

“Or you won’t?

“Both.”

“I’m ordering you to tell me as your Dom.”

I gaped at him. He couldn’t be serious.

Before I could respond, I continued, “That’s what you signed up for, remember? Tell me what I want to know, or deal with the consequences. And for the record, the severity of your punishment is high considering the list of infractions I’ve collected.”

“I’ll take the consequences. At least, it will clear this list of yours and give me a clean slate.”

He stepped back, gripped my waist, turned me, and settled his palm between my shoulder blades, pushing me down onto the cold stone of the island. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Chapter Eight

Damon

I stared at Sophia’s back, frustration riding me, as well as the need to punish her for defying me at every turn.

All I wanted, all I asked of her, was a simple fucking answer.

Where was she the night some fucker poisoned Randolph?

If she gave me the information, I could use it to narrow down the bastards who framed her. Someone knew she wasn’t home. Someone had access to her fingerprints.

It had to be someone with access to both her and Randolph.

But of course, Sophia refused to cooperate no matter what the situation. What was she protecting? Who was she protecting?

She wouldn’t have gone on another of her vigilante missions, knowing the trouble she encountered the last time she decided on such an idiotic escapade.

“I hope you’re ready for what I have planned.”

She glanced over her shoulder with a scowl. “I can take anything you dish out.”

“Why won’t you trust me with this one secret? Do you have any clue what I’d do if anything happened to you?”

I opened up to her, gave her parts of me I never showed a soul, and she held back.

The glare on her face morphed into what I could only assume was regret. “I—I can’t.”

I closed my eyes, calming myself, allowing my irritation to slip to the back of my mind.

Maybe the best course of action was to walk away, deny her my touch. She’d grown addicted to me and the way I made her feel. She craved it. If I withdrew my attention, then she would cave to my demands. The way she’d begged me to fuck her in the shower last night was proof enough.

However, my intent to deny her my touch disappeared the moment I opened my lids.

Sophia’s beautiful ass shifted side to side in the dress she designed from one of my shirts. The fact she used my clothes and my things to create the masterpiece she wore filled me with a desire to possess her.

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