Page 139 of Damaged Mogul

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I’ve never felt more exposed, more vulnerable in my life. And I’ve never felt more turned on and more empowered.

This man…

The road and everything around me blurs. My body is flooded with ecstasy as I near the edge.

My muscles tighten, the trembling beginning in my upper thighs and moving higher.

I’m close.

“Stop!”

My heart is beating so hard, it’s knocking against my eardrums. Surely, I misheard him.

“What?”

“I said, stop.”

My breath shudders in and out. “I can’t.”

“Lily.”

“But—”

“Don’t you dare come.”

I’m on the verge. My body needs this release.

“Lily.”

Damn him.

All movement of my hand halts.

My hooded eyes drop to his lap.

The thick erection between his legs is ever so present.

Fuck that.

A defiance I didn’t know I possessed kicks in. I squeeze my legs hard, bow my back against the seat, and I come.

In a car.

On a busy LA road.

With witnesses.

I come, and I come, and I come.

My body trembles in the seat as wave after wave of climactic pleasure courses through me.

“Did you disobey me, Lily?”

It’s a struggle to find my composure and my voice. “I needed to come. I didn’t have any other choice.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t,” I say. “You’re cruel. You’re playing my body like a fiddle. And you’re fucking with my head.”

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