Notice: This chapter contains explicit content. Reader's discretion is advised. (18+ only)
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Damon tilted his head, muttering curses under his breath, the veins in his hands popped out angry as he tried to grab me and take control, which only made the rope tighten.
I clicked my tongue imitating him. "No, no dear, don't be a bad boy." I chuckled, continuing my handiwork, and I leaned closer to him. "Look at me." I pushed back his short dark silky hair away from his face.
He looked at me, his eyes drooping like he was drunk. "Why don't you let this bad boy free, so he can show why he is called a bad boy?"
I held his gaze for a moment before giggling. "Nice try, but don't worry, I'll teach you what pleasure is," I drawled. "After all, no pain, no pleasure," I said with a proud seductive expression, my ocean blue eyes burned with desire, hunger, and playfulness.
