Page 93 of Defy

Everything had changed, and she couldn’t fucking see it.

“You always have a choice.”

“What happened to never letting me go?”

The best thing for her was to walk away, to break things off, and give her the freedom to find someone better for her. But I was a fucking selfish bastard.

I leaned toward her, holding her stare. “Did I say I was letting you go?”

Immediately, her lips parted in that way that told me she felt the change in energy.

“You haven’t touched me since before the incident.”

“That’s a lie. You came on my mouth last night.”

“I’m talking about your cock.”

“That’s another lie. If I recall, your mouth was wrapped around my cock this morning.”

“That was me touching you.”

“Spell it out for me, Sophia. What is it you want from us coming here tonight?”

“I want the man who overwhelmed me that first night we met, who didn’t hold back. I want you to fuck me the way you did after you realized you were the only man to ever be inside me.”

“You’re playing a very dangerous game right now. I restrain myself because you needed to recover from an ordeal I caused.”

A crease formed between her brows as her lips tightened. “You’re not the one who gets to take all the credit for the drama. You need to divide it accurately among the participants.”

“You are truly unlike any woman I have ever encountered.”

“Thank you. I strive to be unique.”

“You strive to defy me at every damn turn.”

“I’m a brat. It’s what I’m good at.”

She was not going to let me win this one, no matter what I said to her.

“Well, brat. Let me show off the prize that I’ve claimed.”

“Will you promise to punish me and fuck me with your penis if I defy you?”

I sighed and opened the door. “Let’s go before I spank your ass and fuck you right here in the parking deck.”

Five minutes later, with a hand on Sophia’s lower back, I guided her into the darkly lit interior of Violent Delights. The attendants waited for us with trays to select or bands designating our status in the club.

When Sophia slipped off her long coat, I could only stare at her.

Sheer gold material cascaded over her body. Underneath, she wore the sapphire and diamond lingerie set meant to showcase her incredible body and curves.

Her friend, Karina Mehta’s creation, left nothing to the imagination and gave me visions of everything I planned to do with her once we were alone.

She grinned wickedly and said, “I found where you hid it and decided tonight was a great time to wear it.”

“That was supposed to be for me only.”

“It is for you only. Everyone seeing it will know you claimed the expensive ensemble and the wearer.”

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