Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 418: Angry Sex 1

Sofia’s POV

The moment Olivia slipped out of the office, silence fell. My smile dropped like it had never existed. I turned slowly to Damien, my chest burning with an emotion I didn’t want to name.

"I know my sister," I said, frowning. "Olivia has no intention of... of this. But you—" I stepped closer, glaring straight into his sharp eyes. "You are a whore, Damien. Stay away from her. She is your nephew’s mate."

His lips curled into a scoff, and the mocking glint in his eyes only stoked my anger.

"Is that jealousy I’m seeing?" His voice was low, taunting. "Yes... you’re jealous because Olivia is better than you. And you know it."

My hand itched to slap him, but before I could, he caught my wrist, yanking me closer. Heat surged between us, wild and suffocating.

"You arrogant bastard," I hissed, my nails digging into his chest. "I hate you."

"Then hate me properly," he growled, and before I could retort, his mouth crashed against mine.

The kiss was violent, a battle of anger and fire. I pushed at him; he shoved me back against the desk, papers scattering to the floor. My teeth grazed his lip hard enough to draw blood, and he cursed into my mouth.

"Whore," I spat between kisses.

"Jealous witch," he shot back, his grip tightening on my waist.

His mouth crashed against mine again, rough and hungry, and this time I didn’t fight it. My body betrayed me, leaning into him even as my mind screamed I hated him. His hands gripped my waist hard, dragging me against the sharp edge of his body until I could feel the heat of him pressing into me through our clothes.

harsher. His tongue forced mine into a battle I didn’t want

you hate me again," he growled, his breath hot on my skin as his lips trailed down to

whispered,

to cup the side of my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My breath hitched. The ache between my

dress. The sound was loud in the silent office. My chest rose and fell as the fabric loosened, slipping down my shoulders. I should have stopped

feet, leaving me in nothing but thin lace. His eyes burned into me,

hissed, his voice

shoved his jacket off, then tore open the buttons of his shirt, exposing hard muscle and scars. I wanted to touch him and hated myself for it, and still my hands moved, tracing

fingers were already tugging his

desperate," he shot back, lips crashing onto

thighs, and in one swift motion he lifted me onto the desk. Papers scattered, the wood hard beneath me, but I didn’t care. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling

my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast, lips biting, sucking, teasing. I arched into him, my hands

left my mouth like a curse and a

out, nails digging into his shoulders. I hated how good it felt. Every bite, every rough lick sent heat shooting

he growled, lifting

yanking at his belt until it came loose. The metallic click

slid down between my thighs, shoving my lace aside with no patience. The first brush of his fingers against me made me jolt, a moan breaking from my lips before I could

harder, circling cruelly. "For

I hissed, arching helplessly as his fingers moved

kissed me again, swallowing my moans, and then with one swift tug, he ripped the lace from me. The sound of tearing fabric made me gasp, my chest heaving as the cool air

at him. I wanted to push him away. Instead, I dragged him closer, nails clawing down his

I whispered, even as I spread my thighs