Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 419: Angry Sex 2

Sofia’s POV

Damien’s pace grew brutal; every thrust rocked me harder against the desk until my body couldn’t hold itself still. His growls rumbled against my throat, his sweat slicking against my skin. My nails raked his back, but instead of pushing him away, I dragged him closer, wanting more.

Then, unexpectedly, he broke the kiss, pulled out, and spun me around. My palms slammed flat against the desk, my dress pooling uselessly at my feet. His hands clamped onto my hips, dragging me back until my body arched into his.

"Damien—" My voice cracked, half plea, half curse.

"After all these years," he rasped behind me, his breath hot on my neck, "you still feel like this."

The sound of his voice, low and rough, sent a shudder through me. His body drove into mine again, harder, deeper; the desk shuddered beneath us. I bit my lip until I tasted copper; my moans spilled anyway, raw and unwilling.

Every snap of his hips stripped another layer of defiance. I hated the way my body burned for him. I hated how good it felt.

"Say it," he growled, his grip bruising as he pulled me tighter against him, thrusting harder inside me.

"I—hate—you," I gasped, but it broke into a whimper as heat coiled sharp and unbearable in my stomach.

His laughter was a dark, wicked thing, his pace relentless until I shattered, trembling around him, my cries filling the office. He groaned, low and guttural, before pulling back sharply.

I spun halfway, breathless, just in time to see him drop to his knees behind me, his hands pushing my thigh open again, his eyes burning with a hunger that made my chest cave.

"Damien—" My voice caught.

muttered, voice

of my thigh, every exhale searing my skin and making me tremble. His grip was strong as he pushed me wider, holding me open. My pulse hammered in my throat, every nerve

a command, half a plea,

enough for his eyes to meet mine, molten with hunger, that dangerous smile curving his lips. "You used to love

then his mouth

could stop it. Heat shot through me, fierce and consuming, my hands slamming down

the anger that had fueled me for so long, but the pleasure was relentless—tearing through every wall I had built, every

from me, raw and shameful, as my hips rocked against his mouth, betraying me further. His grip on my thighs tightened, bruising, daring me to try and pull away. He pinned me open with a possessiveness that sent

clawed at the wood beneath me, teeth gritted, nails digging deep grooves as I fought the madness building inside me. Every stroke of his tongue, every flick, every suck was another blow to my control,

I gasped, my voice breaking

growl rumbled from him, muffled against my skin; the vibration shooting straight through me. My whole body bowed forward, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure surged higher, hotter, until there was nothing left but fire and

And then it broke.

off the walls,

the desk, chest heaving, damp hair sticking to my face, my breath ragged and broken. My hands slipped uselessly across the gouged wood, nails torn from how hard

wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His gaze stayed fixed on me—hungry, feral,

his voice dark,

The words came out weak, false, but I forced them anyway,

his breath still ragged, his chest heaving against my back. His hand curled around my hip, firm. "Tired?" His laugh was rough,

me, dragging me higher onto the desk. The

started,

he cut me off, his tone sharp, his

me open and vulnerable beneath him. My back