Chapter Fourteen: Late Night Overtime

Sophia Bennett Pov

I lay on the bed, heart hammering against my ribs, watching him with a hunger I no longer tried to hide. Damien hovered above me, his powerful frame casting shadows across my skin in the low light of the hotel suite. His cock rested heavy and hot against my clit, the thick length sliding slowly through my slick folds without entering me yet. Every subtle shift of his hips sent sparks racing through my body, teasing, tormenting, making me ache for more.

“Damien,” I whispered, my voice already wrecked.

He looked down at me, eyes dark with lust and that unmistakable control he wore like armor. “Look at me,” he commanded softly. One large hand gripped my thigh, spreading me wider as he rocked forward again, the head of his cock nudging my swollen clit with devastating precision. I gasped, hips lifting instinctively, chasing the friction.

This wasn’t the dream anymore. This was real—dangerously, addictively real. After the shock of discovering he was my new boss, after days of stolen glances across conference tables and charged silences in the elevator, we had ended up here again. Late-night “overtime” that had nothing to do with spreadsheets and everything to do with the pull neither of us could resist.

His free hand trailed up my body, calloused palm cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightened into a hard peak. “So fucking responsive,” he murmured, voice rough like gravel. “Even after everything, your body still begs for me.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moan building in my throat. It was true. No matter how much I told myself this was reckless, that he was twice my age and my boss and the man who had coldly paid me off like some transaction, my body remembered every touch from that first night. It craved him.

“Please,” I breathed.

He arched an eyebrow, that wicked half-smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Please what, princess?”

Heat flooded my cheeks. The word slipped out before I could stop it. “Daddy… please fuck me.”

Something primal flashed in his eyes. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His tongue tangled with mine as he shifted his hips again, rubbing his cock harder against my clit. The slick sounds of my arousal filled the room, shameless and intimate. I was soaked, dripping down onto the sheets, my body preparing for him in ways it never had for anyone else.

Damien broke the kiss and straightened, gripping his thick length in one hand. He tapped the heavy head against my clit once, twice, then dragged it down to my entrance. “You’re going to take every inch,” he said, voice low and commanding. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”

I nodded frantically, fingers twisting into the sheets. “Yes. God, yes.”

He pushed inside me slowly, stretching me open with that perfect burn I had been dreaming about since the morning after. A broken moan tore from my lips as he sank deeper, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming—his size, the way he seemed to hit every sensitive spot inside me without even trying. When he bottomed out, hips flush against mine, we both stilled, breathing hard.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned, forehead dropping to mine for a brief moment. “So tight. So wet for me.”

Then he began to move. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, driving me higher. The bed creaked beneath us as he set a steady rhythm, one hand pinning my wrist above my head while the other gripped my hip, holding me exactly where he wanted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Please, Daddy, harder.”

He growled, the sound vibrating through his chest. His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with more force. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with my cries and his low grunts. Pleasure coiled tight in my core, building fast. He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice strained. “Let me hear you. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

The words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, powerful and shattering. I cried out, back arching off the bed as my walls clenched rhythmically around him. Damien didn’t stop, fucking me through it, drawing out every pulse of pleasure until I was trembling and oversensitive beneath him.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach with effortless strength. “On your knees,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, ass raised, face pressed into the pillow. He entered me again in one smooth thrust, deeper from this angle. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back gently as he pounded into me. The new position made everything more intense—the fullness, the dominance, the way his body covered mine.

“Mine,” he growled against my ear. “This pussy is mine tonight.”

I moaned in agreement, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Another orgasm built quickly, my body greedy for everything he could give. Damien reached around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles that matched his rhythm. I shattered again, sobbing his name into the pillow as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

Only then did he let himself go. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing inside me. The heat of him, the way his body tensed and shuddered against mine, sent aftershocks through my exhausted limbs.

We collapsed together, his weight a comforting pressure at my back for a long moment before he rolled aside, pulling me against his chest. For a while, neither of us spoke. Just heavy breathing and the slow return to reality.

Then the memories flashed back—the morning after that first night, the cold way he had dismissed me, the money, the humiliation mixed with the undeniable pleasure he had given me. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a notification. I reached for it lazily, still floating in the haze of endorphins.

The message made my blood run cold.

$10,000,000 deposited into your account.

I shot upright, staring at the screen in disbelief. “Ten million dollars… What the fuck?” I shouted, voice cracking with shock and renewed anger.