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“Fucking soaked,” he groaned out hoarsely. “Keep your words, Talie. Your body is telling all your secrets. Whether or not you hate me like you claim—there is no denying how much you love me getting you all worked up.”
“Specifically you?” I asked, unable to hold back. “The only reason I’m enjoying this is because I’m imagining someone else doing this to me?—”
He suddenly yanked me up, and I let out a surprised yelp when he spun me around before pushing me back into the table.
My arms were now free, but I didn’t move a muscle when he wrapped his fingers around my throat, keeping me in place.
He loomed over me, his heated gaze locking on me.
His other hand went back between my thighs, and he lightly rubbed my clit while the pressure on my throat was enough that I had to work for a breath.
“I know what you want,” he murmured while he slipped a finger inside me, his palm pressing against my clit. “And I’ll give it to you. But not unless you ask.”
Defiance burned through me, clashing with the pleasure his touch was overwhelming me with. He pushed a second finger inside me before slowly plunging them in and out. My chest heaved as I sucked in shallow breaths as he kept his grip firm on my throat.
“Do you like being restrained?” he asked, his eyes staying locked on mine. “I think you liked how I trapped your wrists just as much as when I spanked you.”
“Don’t act like you know me,” I forced out through the haze of pleasure as he continued to finger me.
A wicked gleam hit his eye. “Five years isn’t long enough to forget anything about you. We grew up together. Though, your sexual kinks are something I need to learn. I have a feeling you love the necklace I’m giving you. Am I right?”
He slowed his pace, and I bit back my protest as my release waned. With my palms pressed against the table, I rocked my hips against his hand, my body a ball of heated tension.
“We should test that out too,” he mused, plunging his fingers back into me.
“Bondage. I think you’ll love it just like you enjoyed your ass turning crimson from my hand.
I should go get some rope. I could tie you up and lay you on this table, making you wait in anticipation until I decide to give you what you want. ”
My pussy clenched around his fingers. He smirked, clearly not missing how my body answered.
He tightened his grip on my throat, making my pulse thrash as I fought for a breath.
Everything he was doing to me was making me spiral into ecstasy, and I needed a fucking release.
He pulled his fingers from me, returning his attention to my clit.
“Yes,” I breathed out, barely realizing I spoke out loud.
“Ask me, Talie.”
When I didn’t respond, he sped up his movements, circling my clit in a steady rhythm that had me bucking against him.
Until he slowed down. I clenched my jaw, glaring at him.
He lessened his hold around my throat but made sure his grip was still tight enough to keep me aware of it.
Then he began stroking my clit again, building me up all over again.
“I’ll keep you on this table all night,” he said gruffly. “Don’t test me.”
My glare lacked any vigor as he continued his teasing. I could say the safe word. But I didn’t want to. I was hovering so close to the edge that I needed it. And Damian was testing me. Waiting to see how far I’d go. My stubbornness wouldn’t let me back down now.
I let out a tortured whimper when his fingers halted again.
“Please,” I bit out.
“Please what?”
I was going crazy from his teasing torment, and it was the only reason I was giving in. He’d get my words, and I’d get the release I so desperately needed.
“Please don’t stop,” I nearly whispered.
“That’s not a question, Talie.”
Oh my fuck. I wanted to strangle him. Almost as much as I wanted an orgasm.
“Can you make me come?” I nearly shrieked. “Please.”
His eyes darkened as he leaned down, not stopping his assault on my clit. “Yes, I can. But first, I want my name to leave that smart mouth of yours.”
I was so lost in the pleasure I couldn’t give him a coherent response. When his movements stalled again, I lifted my arm and snatched his wrist, pressing it back against my clit.
“Don’t stop, Damian,” I demanded, ignoring how much it sounded like I was pleading.
Satisfaction gleamed in his gaze as his strokes on my clit became faster, making me moan.
“I love hearing my name fall from your lips when you’re begging,” he admitted roughly. “Now I want to hear what it sounds like when you scream it.”
He pinched my clit, making me choke out a ragged breath.
This time, he didn’t stop, and it didn’t take long until my legs were trembling as I climbed back to the edge.
My muscles tightened, and I squeezed my eyes shut as it all exploded.
His grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air as I came hard.
He didn’t stop, his fingers rubbing my clit as I rode out the orgasm.
When he released my throat, I sucked in a breath, still seeing stars.
I sagged against the table, my heart pounding in my ears.
His stare burned into me, and my nerves slammed back into me now that I could think clearly.
What we did just crossed a line—one I never had any intention of ever touching.
I didn’t want Damian to get the idea I wanted this.
Wanted him . I spent the last five years running from him and this life.
I would never bow down to be the wife everyone in my life wanted me to be. Sex would only make this messier.
Forcing my eyes open, I sat up, pushing him back before jumping off the table and yanking my sweatpants back up. When I raised my head, I caught him watching me intensely. I forced a smile, patting him on the cheek.
“Thanks for the orgasm, husband,” I said, my voice overly sweet. “You’re almost as good as the toy I keep in my dresser.”
He scoffed. “Please. Don’t try to insult me, Natalia.
If that were true, you would have fled the room and got yourself off.
” He gripped my arm, pulling me into his chest. “You loved what I did to you. Feel free to read more of my books. I’ll happily test out any other kinks you want.
” He raised his other hand and stuck two fingers into his mouth. “You taste fucking delicious.”
My pussy spasmed as if I didn’t just have an amazing orgasm.
Our silence was interrupted when there were loud voices coming from the hall.
Damian frowned, breaking eye contact to glance across the room.
A man I didn't recognize slammed the door open and stumbled into the room, readjusting his dress shirt.
Sylvia appeared a second later, looking frazzled as she glared daggers at the man.
“I’m so sorry, Damian,” she blurted. “I told him you were having dinner and not to be disturbed, but he barged past me.”
“It’s not your fault he has no manners,” Damian replied smoothly, his business voice in place as he stepped away from me. “I wasn’t aware we had a meeting, Percy.”
His voice wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant either.
I knew Damian well enough that whoever this Percy guy was, my husband didn’t like him.
My gaze trailed over the man, taking in his slicked back hair and expensive suit.
Most men in this world loved gloating about their wealth, and Percy was no different.
But this man didn’t seem to fit into the mold like Damian.
It seemed forced, making me wonder who he was. Did he work for the Valentin family?
“Who is this?” Percy asked, his leering gaze making me tense as he strode forward, coming closer.
“My wife,” Damian answered, his voice holding a dangerous warning that shot a shiver through me.
Percy blinked in surprise as he cleared his throat. “You’ve been hiding her all these years? Though, I can see why. She is absolutely stunning.”
I couldn’t contain my snort as his eyes trailed down my baggy t-shirt and sweats.
If my father found out I was dressed like this in front of someone in his business world, he’d be mortified.
Damian wrapped his arm around my waist before kissing me on the temple.
Percy halted a couple feet away, his stare still locked on me.
“She is stunning,” Damian agreed, threat still clear in his voice. “Since we’ve established that, you can stop eye fucking her when her husband is right here.”
My jaw dropped at Damian’s words. Percy was definitely not a business associate of the Valentin family. Percy bristled, straightening his spine. It didn’t help since Damian was at least two inches taller than him.
“We need to talk,” Percy snapped. “Right now.”
Damian’s jaw ticked. “Go upstairs, Natalia. I’ll be up soon.”
I frowned, glancing at my now cold food. I barely ate and was still starving. Plus, I wouldn’t be seeing Damian upstairs, since I had no intention of sharing a room with him. But now wasn’t the time to argue.
“I’ll have Harry bring you up a plate,” he said in a low voice, leading me toward the door. “This won’t take long.”
“Take all the time you need,” I said under my breath, keeping our conversation private. “I’m not the wife who waits up for her husband to come to bed.”
He gave a forced chuckle. “No, you’re not. You’re the wife who loves to drive her husband insane. But it’s okay. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
He gently pushed me into the hall, but instead of going upstairs, I wandered toward the kitchen. I could get my own food, and it wasn’t like I had anything else to do. I wasn’t ready to lock myself in the bedroom yet.
Though, I planned to make sure I avoided Damian the rest of the night. I didn’t need a repeat of what happened in the dining room.
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