Free Sociopath's Revenge by V.F. Mason Page A

intact.
    Or what was left of it, anyway.
    "Are you done?" His voice held barely-contained rage, but I stood my ground, raised my head high, and nodded curtly. "Good. Now it's my turn, so keep your mouth shut." My eyes widened at his words, or rather his unpleasant tone. I gasped when his hands squeezed my hips and then swiftly sat me down on the vanity. I hissed from the cold marble touching my skin, but he ignored it. He pushed himself between my legs, holding my thighs open as his fingers dug into the skin, for sure leaving bruises on my already marked skin. My betraying body heated up as my nipples puckered, and my breath hitched. His eyes held mine as he slowly started to speak, emphasizing every world.
    "The first time I saw you was six years ago. You wore a golden dress that hugged this body perfectly." Of all the things he would say, this was the last I would have expected. "I wanted you for myself instantly. Nothing would have stopped me. Six years. Two thousand one hundred ninety-one days. Not once did the thought of another woman enter my mind. I'm yours." My eyes watered at his admission. With just words, he calmed the inferno inside me, but at the same time, the doubt lingered. He came with a woman!
    "You showed up—" My argument seemed invalid to him as he captured my mouth with his in a deep, probing, toe-curling kiss. He was exceptionally gentle, his tongue slowly caressed mine, and my hands circled his neck, bringing him closer. But before I could take it any further, he let go of me, and I groaned in annoyance. Why did he take his lips away from mine? "I said keep your mouth shut. Rosa is something not to be discussed here, but you'll get an explanation about her soon enough." Then out of nowhere, he grabbed my neck and squeezed it gently, not so hard that I wasn't able to breathe, but enough to slow it down a little. He was asserting his dominance. "The fucking man touched what is mine. Who is he?" I had to blink a few times to remember about Peter, but it was a little too long for Damian because his hand closed tighter around me. "Answer me!" he whispered harshly in my ear, and then he bit lightly on the lobe, sucking it immediately, soothing any sting.
    "He is just a guy, Cormack's brother." My voice shook from anticipation and desire.
    Damian's hand slowly lifted the hem of my dress, as he left burning touches all over my thigh. "Why did he feel he had the right to touch you?" he growled, then licked the side of my neck, sucking on it harshly, for sure leaving a mark. I tried to jerk my head from his embrace, but he wouldn't let me move. "No, I mark what's mine, so no man will think he has the privilege to touch this body. My body." His hands hiked up my dress and pushed my panties to the side as his finger probed inside. I leaned back in pleasure. "Mine to touch." He raised his glistening fingers with my wetness to his mouth and sucked them dry. "Mine to taste." Then he pushed my thighs wider apart and unzipped his pants. After pulling out his erection, he entered me, and I gasped. He could have taken more time getting me ready; it stung, and I couldn't help but wince a little. "Yes, you'll feel it for a long time so you won't forget again." He pulled back completely and then pushed in hard. I moaned loudly, but his lips muffled any sounds I made.
    Why was the lovemaking always at inappropriate times where I couldn't freely express my pleasure? I wasn't a quiet lover, and I loved to have the freedom he'd taught me.
    The bathroom was filled with the sounds of running water, flesh slapping against flesh, and muffled moans. He held my hips tightly, tilted me up slightly for a better angle, and that resulted in him hitting the one secret spot that drove me crazy. My core pulsed and then clenched around his cock as I came. He kissed me again so my shouts of euphoria wouldn't be heard. With a groan against my mouth, he came inside me, connecting us once again in a powerful bond that I wasn't sure anything