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031 Noelle I didn’t just kiss him; I attacked. My fingers, still clenched around his collar, were the only things tethering me to him as I pulled him down, forcing our mouths together with a desperate, and almost violent need. If Damian was mad about my choice, he didn't even show it. Not one bit. Instead, his mouth moved over mine, and when he took my bottom lip in between his teeth and nipped it, a shiver raced down my spine. Damian wasted no time in soothing the scorch by running his tongue over it, before swallowing my lips again. A low, guttural growl ripped from Damian’s throat, and I felt it vibrate through his chest. His hands, which had been fisted at his sides, now moved with brutal speed. One wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pulling me flush against his hard body. “Damian.” I gasped in between kisses as I felt something poke me. It was his cock, hard as a rock and the undeniable, rigid proof of his arousal pressing against my sto

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Noelle I didn’t have time to process the humiliation of being at his feet before his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around my throat. He didn't squeeze hard enough to cut off my air, but just enough to remind me who owned the room. He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his scent, a mix of expensive bourbon and pure, predatory male, filling my lungs.“You’ve been a very bad girl today, Noelle,” he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “But you’re a very pretty one when you’re desperate.”I wanted to hate him for talking to me like that, but I couldn't. Not when every part of my body reacted to him in more ways than one. Damian didn't wait for a retort, nor a response. He leaned in instead, his mouth crashing against mine. It wasn't a kiss of reconciliation; it was a battle. My tongue fought his for dominance, a frantic, wet struggle that tasted of salt and bottled up rage. His grip on my neck tightened slightly as he angled my head, devouring me until

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Noelle Time seemed to slow to a halt as I took in what he'd just said. It was a direct order, one I was supposed to hate and probably fight against, but somehow, I found my pussy throbbing just at the thought of what was coming next. My lower belly churned in want, and it took everything in me to hold back the moan threatening to break free from my lips. In the blink of an eye, I moved to the couch, my movements jerky and fueled by a cocktail of shame and a hunger so sharp it felt like a physical ache.Shamelessly, I did exactly what he told me to do. I climbed onto the plush leather, my knees sinking in, and lowered my chest until I was pressed against the cool surface, my ass arched high in the air.I felt exposed, raw, and it shivers racing down my spine. The leather creaked against my nipples, and all that did was turn me the fuck on. Slight trembles rocked my body, and before long, I was slowly rocking my chest area back and forth, desperate for the friction and pleasu

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