Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 381: Sucking Him Off

Sofia’s POV

I told myself I was only doing this for the money. I needed it badly. The investigator I hired charged a lot, and most of my savings were already gone. Getting this money every month would help me so much. And it wasn’t sex. It was only a blowjob. All I had to do was close my eyes, get it over with, and then it would be done.

"Do you want it here?" I asked, my voice rough.

"Yes," he said without a pause, his eyes locked on me like a hunter who had already caught his prey.

My knees felt weak as I lowered myself in front of him. My hands shook when I reached for his belt, and the sound of the buckle coming undone made my heart pound even faster. I told myself it was just money. Just a deal. But the truth was harder to face.

Because as I knelt there, every memory came flooding back. The way it used to be. The way I used to love sucking him. And the ache inside me reminded me I hadn’t been touched in years. Damien had been the last. And now, here I was again, back where it all began.

I hated myself for it. For wanting him. For missing him. But my body betrayed me. Heat curled low in my belly, spreading fast, making me wet even as I told myself this was nothing. Just a job. Just a trade.

Swallowing hard, I unzipped him, and his cock spilled out. My throat went dry as I came face-to-face with his already hardened cock; it felt like he was bigger than I remembered. My lips hovered just above him, trembling, betraying every denial I whispered in my head. I told myself again—this wasn’t desire, this was just money. But the moment my mouth touched the tip of his cock, everything inside me shattered.

almost reverently, before letting my mouth open wider, swallowing inch by inch, like I was starving and he was

breath hitched, low and sharp, and the sound ignited something reckless in me. My tongue traced him, teasing, circling, before I sucked harder, like it was a lollipop I couldn’t

heart kicked against my ribs. With a sharp tug, he held me still, his eyes locking onto mine. The connection made my whole body throb. I tried to look away, to hide, but he wouldn’t

those pretty eyes," Damien growled, his voice rough, dark. "I

me choke and moan all at once. Tears pricked my eyes, but the heat between my legs

me the way he used to—to feel his

me. "Your mouth was made for me. Look at you—on your knees, drooling all over my

responded

tighter, and I moaned around him, the sound vibrating through my throat. My eyes stayed locked with his, and the raw hunger there only made me wetter,

stretch around him, my body trembling with the effort to keep up. My eyes watered, saliva running down my chin, but instead of stopping him, the fire in my belly only burned hotter. I was dying for him to stop torturing

hips jerked hard against my lips as he spilled inside me, hot and thick, flooding my mouth. I swallowed on

my lips and turned, my chest heaving. The ache between my legs was unbearable, a hollow, desperate need

hoarse, raw. I didn’t look at him

screamed louder than anything else. Please... ask to fuck me. Please, Damien, turn me around and take me. Don’t make me be the one to say it. My pride burned, my throat locked, and all

didn’t move. He didn’t reach for me. He only