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.

think," he muttered, voice

strong as he pushed me wider, holding me

cracked, half a command, half a plea,

that dangerous smile curving his lips. "You

mouth was on

spilling from my lips before I could stop it. Heat shot through me, fierce and consuming, my hands slamming down on the desk

but the pleasure was relentless—tearing

on my thighs tightened, bruising, daring me to try and pull away. He pinned me open with a possessiveness that sent

the wood beneath me, teeth gritted, nails digging deep grooves as I fought the madness building inside me. Every stroke of his

voice

whole body bowed forward, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure surged higher, hotter, until there was nothing

And then it broke.

off the

damp hair sticking to my face, my breath ragged and

as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His gaze stayed fixed

hoarsely, his voice dark, "was only

The

ragged, his chest heaving against my back. His hand curled around my hip, firm. "Tired?" His laugh was rough, low, and so fucking sexy. "Sofia... I haven’t

dragging me higher onto the desk. The wood bit into my skin as he turned me around and

I started,

he cut me off, his tone sharp, his hunger palpable. "You know

forcing me open and vulnerable beneath him. My back arched off the desk, the angle brutal, leaving me no escape as his