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.
"Damien—" I gasped 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 lose. My nails dug into his shirt, dragging down until I felt the fabric strain.
"Say you hate me again," he growled, his breath hot on my skin as his lips trailed down to my throat. His teeth scraped my pulse, making me shiver.
"I do," I whispered, but my voice shook.
He laughed darkly, one hand sliding up to cup the side of my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My breath hitched. The ache between my thighs was humiliating, and yet I couldn’t stop it. His touch burned.
"Liar," he muttered, and then his other hand yanked at the zipper on the back of 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 him. I should have slapped him. Instead, I let him.
The dress slid down, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but thin lace. His eyes burned into me, devouring.
"Fuck," he hissed, his voice low, almost reverent.
Heat flooded my face, but my body trembled with desire. He 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 his chest, my nails leaving faint red marks.
"You’re insufferable," I breathed, but my fingers were already tugging his belt loose.
"And you’re desperate," he shot back, lips crashing onto mine again.
His hand slid down, hooking beneath my 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 him closer.
The heat of his body pressed between my thighs, making me whimper. His 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 him closer.
"Damien..." His name left my mouth like a curse and a plea at once.
His mouth closed over my breast, sucking hard enough to 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 against him.
"You taste so fucking good," he growled, lifting his head, his lips glistening.
"Shut up," I gasped, yanking at his belt until it came loose. The metallic click of the buckle echoed, and I shoved his trousers down, desperate to feel more.
In return, his hand 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 stop it.
"Already wet," he taunted, pressing harder, circling cruelly. "For someone you claim to hate."
"Bastard," I hissed, arching helplessly as his fingers moved me, stroking until my hips moved against him.
He 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 kissed my bare skin.
I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to push him away. Instead, I dragged him closer, nails clawing down his back.
"You’ll regret this," I whispered, even as I spread my thighs wider.
"Not a chance," he muttered darkly.
And then he pushed into me.
The stretch was sharp, almost brutal, and I cried out, my body clenching hard around him. He groaned, low and guttural, burying his face in my neck as he filled me inch by inch.
"Fuck, Sofia..." His voice was raw, strained.
My hands gripped the desk behind me, knuckles white, body strung tight between pain and pleasure.
"I hate you," I gasped, though it came out broken, desperate.
"Then hate me harder," he snarled, snapping his hips forward.
The desk shook beneath us, papers fluttering to the floor. Every thrust sent a shockwave through me, my back arching, breasts bouncing against his chest. His grip on my waist was bruising, his mouth devouring mine like we were at war.
Our rhythm turned wild, angry, and frantic. My moans tangled with his curses, filling the office with the sound of bodies colliding, skin against skin, breathless moans.
And still, underneath the fury, it felt too good. Too real. Each deep thrust stole another piece of my resistance until I was clawing at him, begging without words, surrendering to the desire I swore I didn’t want.
"Damien—" I choked out, trembling as the pleasure coiled tight inside me.
His mouth found my ear, his voice a growl that sent shivers through my spine.
"Come for me. Hate me while you fall apart on my cock."
And gods help me—I did.