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.

against his lips, but he swallowed my protest with another kiss, deeper, harsher. His tongue forced mine into a battle I didn’t want to

on my skin as his lips trailed down to my throat.

I whispered, but

the side of my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My breath hitched. The ache between my thighs was humiliating, and

of my dress. The sound was loud in the silent office. My chest rose and

pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing

hissed, his voice

with desire. He shoved his jacket off, then tore open the buttons of his shirt, exposing hard muscle and scars. I wanted to

breathed, but my fingers were

shot back, lips crashing onto mine

desk. Papers scattered, the wood hard beneath me, but I didn’t care.

mouth dragged over my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast, lips biting, sucking, teasing. I arched into him, my hands tangled in his hair, dragging

left my mouth like a curse and a plea

make me cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. I hated how good it felt. Every bite, every rough lick sent heat shooting down my body until I was trembling

he growled, lifting

loose. The metallic click of the buckle echoed, and I shoved his trousers down, desperate to

The first brush of his fingers against me made me jolt, a moan breaking from my lips before

harder, circling

hissed, arching helplessly as his fingers moved me, stroking until my hips moved against

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

him away. Instead, I dragged him

even as I spread my thighs