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 wrecked. "Just

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,

voice cracked, half a command, half a

head just enough for his eyes to meet mine, molten with hunger, that dangerous smile curving his lips.

then his mouth was on

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

to cling to the anger that had fueled me for so long, but the pleasure

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

madness building inside me. Every stroke of his tongue, every flick, every suck was another blow to my control, a battle I was losing

I gasped, my voice breaking

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 then it broke.

mouth. My scream echoed off the walls, my body convulsing,

my breath ragged and broken. My hands slipped uselessly across the gouged wood, nails

glistened, his jaw tense as he wiped his mouth with the back

he said hoarsely, his voice dark, "was only

whispered, collapsing against the desk, every muscle trembling. "I’m tired..." The words came out weak, false, but

my back. His hand curled around my hip, firm. "Tired?" His laugh was rough, low, and so fucking

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

I started,

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

beneath him. My back arched off the desk, the angle brutal, leaving me no