Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 380: Just Teasing

Damien’s POV

I was only teasing her. That’s the truth of it. I knew exactly how Sofia would react—snapping at me, glaring at me with that anger in her eyes, ready to spit instead of bend. And damn, I wanted it. I wanted to see that spark. To feel it. Once upon a time, I used to find it amusing—the way she’d hum in annoyance, the way her temper would flare over the smallest things. I’d poke at her on purpose, just to watch her unravel. Back then, it wasn’t just funny. It was addictive. Even now, years later, nothing’s changed. She’s still the only one who can look me in the eye without fear. Still the only one who can raise her voice to me and make my wolf fall silent instead of raging. Still the only one who can make me want to push, just to hear her snap back. And when she does—when that sharp tongue lashes out at me—it feels like home.

I leaned against the desk, watching her glare at me for what I had just said.

"Excuse me?" she demanded, her frown deepening. I put on my act and held her gaze with a serious look.

"You heard me, Sofia. Get on your knees and suck me, and the money’s yours. It’s not like you haven’t done it before. You used to love it." I pushed further, deliberately teasing her.

Her frown deepened, her glare sharpened, and I could tell she was one step away from slapping me across the face. I wouldn’t have minded it. In fact, part of me wanted it—wanted that outburst, wanted her rage as much as I wanted her submission. Sofia. My Sofia. The only woman alive who could twist me in knots without even trying. Her lips parted, ready to lash out, ready to spit venom at me the way she always did when I pushed too far. And gods, I craved it. That spark. That fury. That reminder that she wasn’t afraid of me, even when she should be.

But beneath her defiance, I caught the flicker I’d been searching for—the hesitation. The memory. The way her chest rose and fell too quickly, her throat working as she swallowed hard. She remembered. And that was enough to make my blood heat, to make my wolf stir with a growl that wanted more than just words from her. I tilted my head slightly, my tone dropping into a whisper meant only for her.

at it. Tell me you don’t still

with nowhere to run. And yet—her body betrayed her. I caught it in the twitch of her fingers, the way her knees shifted, the way her wolf stirred uneasily inside her, torn between resisting me and

daring her to move. Daring her to strike me. Daring her to give in. When I stopped in front of her,

my voice low and seductive, "but we both know

she might finally slap me, scream at me, storm out the door. Instead, her lips parted and she

"Fuck you, Damien."

to move past me, but I shifted, blocking her path with one lazy step. My hand braced against the doorframe, caging her in without even touching her. Her chin lifted in defiance. Her eyes burned into mine. And I gave

dollars," I said smoothly,

me to know I had struck

Sofia. You can curse me, hate me. But we both

betraying the truth she refused to admit out loud. Her lips trembled before she bit them, her eyes narrowing on me. For a long moment, she didn’t