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m was big and dark. Tall shelves of old books covered the walls. The a

sat across the wide desk. His eyes were cold and sharp lik

s across the desk. I touched the

id. His voice was flat. That

does i

six months. In public, we act like a happy couple.

t is

t is

ed up the black pen. It felt cold in my fingers. My name was already printed on the

k dried, Damon pi

er out of that small clinic. Put her in a private room at St. Jude Hospital

and put the

me quietly. "She will have her own room,

lly moving?

ot lie,

ob shook me. All the fear and the pain of selling my freedom hit me at once. Hot tears ran d

he was beside me. He pulled me out

ext to my ear. "You belong to me now, E

d held my hair. His touch was strong and

ed my hands against his chest. "I signed it, D

beat in my throat. "It does not give me this. This part is you

. One sec

windows.. I didn't say it instead I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to me,

spin. I hated him. But as his tongue pushed past my lips, tak

ild stare. He pulled down the zipper of my dress, and cold air rush

me to his eyes. "God, Elena," he breathed, his voice raw

breast. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as his thumb brushed over my hard nipple. M

choked out, torn betw

nto his mouth. He sucked deeply, his tongue moving in circles ar

.. Da

his hot breath making me shake hard. "Le

s holding tight to his open shirt, p

gerous laugh. "Keep t

underwear to find the burning heat between my legs. I gasped as my

tretching me until I closed my eyes tight and m

amon said in a low, smooth voice, h

t," I said, struggli

e opened his belt and freed his thick, hard cock. He took my knees, pulling

a fierce hunger. "You're my wife now, Elena," he whis

y throat as my body stretched to hold his size. He caught my mouth with his,

to remember my sister's sickbed, but the feeling of Damon inside me wiped my mind clean. My legs wrapped aroun

on..

ded, his breath hot on my coll

ve of pleasure shook my whole body. I cried out his

his head ag

gainst the glass. Slowly, he pulled back, fixing his clothes as his dark, possessive

shing my ear as a slow, dang

ispered, his voice rough and final against my skin. "A