Stolen on My Wedding Day {3}

THREE MONTHS LATER

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge.

Sophia paced the living room, her hands shaking as she typed the message: “We need to end this. Meet me at the old place in one hour. Last time. I mean it.”

She hit send before she could change her mind.

An hour later, she stood in the dimly lit living room of the small downtown apartment where their affair had first started.

Her heart pounded so hard she felt sick. She had rehearsed the words a hundred times: “This is over. I’m staying with Mark. Don’t contact me again.”

The door opened. Damien stepped in, tall and dangerous in a black shirt that hugged his muscled chest.

That familiar devilish smirk curved his lips the moment he saw her.

“Sophia,” he drawled, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “You look nervous. Come to say goodbye?”

She swallowed hard and lifted her chin. “Yes. I’m serious this time, Damien. What we’re doing is destroying me. I can’t keep betraying Mark. It ends tonight.”

Damien walked toward her slowly, eyes dark and hungry. “Is that so? You drove all the way here just to tell me that?”

“Yes.” Her voice wavered. “Please. Just… let me go.”

He stopped inches away, towering over her. “Let you go?” He laughed low and rough. “Baby, you don’t really want that. Your pussy is already wet just from seeing me. I can tell.”

“Stop.” She backed up until her shoulders hit the wall. “I’m married. I chose him. This was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” Damien’s hand shot out, cupping her breast through her thin blouse, thumb brushing her nipple until it hardened instantly. “Then why are your nipples so fucking hard?

Why are you breathing like you want me to rip your clothes off?”

Sophia’s breath hitched. “Damien… don’t.”

But he was already pressing against her, his body hard and hot. “Tell me again how much you want to end it,” he growled, sliding one hand down to grip her ass. “Say it while I feel how soaked your married cunt is.”

“I want to end it,” she whispered, but her hips tilted toward him against her will.

“Liar.” In one swift move, he spun her around, slamming her front against the wall.

His hands yanked her skirt up roughly. “You came here because you needed one last fuck. Admit it.”

“No—ahh!” She gasped as he shoved her panties aside and drove two thick fingers deep inside her dripping pussy.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned against her ear. “Your body always tells the truth even when your mouth lies. You don’t want to leave me. You want me to ruin you.”

Sophia moaned helplessly as his fingers pumped in and out, curling against that spot that made her knees weak. “Damien… please… I’m trying to do the right thing…”

“The right thing?” He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper.

A second later, the thick, hot head of his cock pressed against her entrance. “This is the right thing for you.”

With one brutal thrust, he buried every inch inside her, pinning her to the wall.

“Fuck!” Sophia cried out, her cheek pressed against the cool paint.

The force was so hard that a framed painting on the wall beside them shook violently and crashed to the floor with a loud smash.

Damien didn’t stop. He fucked her hard and deep, hips slamming against her ass with wet, filthy slaps. “That’s it. Take my cock like the desperate slut you are. Scream for me, Soph.

Let the neighbors hear what a cheating whore you turned into.”

“Oh God—Damien! It’s too deep!” she moaned, her fingers clawing at the wall. Pleasure mixed with pain as he pounded into her mercilessly.

“Too deep?” He laughed darkly, one hand wrapping around her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make stars dance in her vision. “You love it when I wreck this pussy. Say it. Tell me you’re my dirty little married whore.”

“I’m… I’m your dirty little married whore,” she gasped, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her face. “Fuck—harder! Don’t stop!”

He growled in satisfaction and thrust even faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “Good girl. Come on my cock. Come while you’re supposed to be ending things with me.”

The orgasm hit her like lightning. Sophia screamed, her walls clamping down around him as she came hard, body shaking violently. “Damien! I’m coming—fuck, I’m coming so hard!”

As her pussy pulsed and gushed around his thick cock, Damien leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “That’s my girl. Now listen to the truth, baby. Your perfect husband Mark… he paid me to seduce you.”

Sophia froze mid-orgasm, horror flooding her body. She was still impaled on his cock, still twitching from her climax. “What… what did you say?”

Damien grinned against her neck, still buried deep inside her, slowly grinding his hips to keep the pleasure tormenting her. “He hired me months ago. Paid me good money to fuck his wife and get proof she was unfaithful.

He wanted pictures, videos—everything—so he could take the house, the money, everything in the divorce. Clean her out completely.”

Her mind reeled. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly against the wall, cock still stretching her. “You’re lying… Mark would never…”

“Oh, he would.” Damien chuckled, dark and cold. “He even told me exactly how to do it. Said you were too loyal, too boring in bed.

He wanted me to turn you into the slut you really are. And you played right into it, didn’t you? Spreading your legs for me in your marital bed, sending me dirty photos while he sat next to you.”

Tears burned her eyes. “Stop… please stop…”

“But here’s the best part,” he continued, voice dripping with wicked satisfaction as he started thrusting again—slow, deep strokes that made her whimper. “I stopped taking his money three weeks ago.

Because I’m not giving you back. You’re mine now. I’m keeping you.”

Sophia’s heart hammered with shock and fresh betrayal. “You… you both used me?”

Damien’s hand tightened on her hip as he fucked her harder again. “Used? No, baby. I fell for the game. Now I own the prize.