SophiaI was sore all over.Between my thighs. My legs. Even my lips felt swollen. But God, I still wanted more.Even with the guilt weighing deep in my chest, I didn't regret what happened. Not the way his hands gripped me. Not the way he filled me so completely, like he owned every part of me. I should feel ashamed. I knew that. I knew I crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed.But I wanted it again.The way he looked at me like I belonged to him. The way he touched me like he was making a claim. Damian didn't just fuck me last night—he ruined me. And I liked it.No, I craved it.The rain had stopped. I could barely hear anything outside now. Just the ticking of the clock on the wall and the silence in the room.I rolled over, the soft sheets brushing against my bare skin. That's when I realized... he was gone.The space beside me was empty. Cold. I pulled the covers tighter around me, but it didn't help. My body was still bare underneath, still sensitive, still aching for him. My
SophiaMy fingers trembled slightly as I slowly moved them around his naked chest, my chest heaving. Every voice in my head screamed for me to pull away, but my heart and body betrayed me. The heat between my legs grew more with each passing second, and the rain thundering outside faded into the background. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding.I knew I wouldn't be able to hold myself back when he held my wrist. Hell, since the moment he walked through that door, I knew I was doomed. Because one, seeing him had brought those memories back. Two, the way he kept looking at me with those dangerous eyes was alarming.A moan escaped his lips when my fingers grazed a sensitive spot—his nipples. "Fuck!" he grunted.Then his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as he whispered, "If you resort to this, Sophia, I may not be able to leave this house."My eyes met his gaze. Nothing ran in his eyes but pure desire. "What if I want you to stay the night?" I asked, and some
Damian"The result from the last quarter is pretty much good. I think with this, we can make our product live," I flipped through the document as my secretary briefed me on the progress of our newly launched robotic wireless Bluetooth."Impressive. We are aiming at a 80% to 90% accuracy. Do you think we will be able to achieve that?" I asked, dropping the folder and taking a sip of my already cold coffee."With the good test result, I'm a hundred percent sure the launch will be a hit, sir."I nodded. "That's good. Set up a meeting with the board members. We'll have a discussion and then set a date for the product launch.""I will get to that, sir." Mia wrote something down in her notebook before getting up to her feet. She had taken two steps before stopping. "One last thing, sir, you have a meeting with the Italian investor by 4 p.m.""Thank you, Mia," I said shortly. As soon as the door closed behind her, I loosened my tie. Just because I have a successful company doesn't mean I can
SophiaIt has been two days. Two full days since my steamy encounter with Damian. I hadn't heard from him since then, apart from the single text he sent reminding me to lock the doors and windows. After that, it was silent. And truth be told, I don't know whether what I was feeling was guilt or disappointment for not hearing from him.All my brain could process within those two days was how his touch ignited something sensational in my body. How his tongue did that crazy pleasure thing on my throbbing core. I know it's crazy to have those dirty thoughts about someone I wasn't supposed to. Someone I should see as a father figure. Just like my own father. But why was it so hard to control those thoughts?Why do I crave to have his mouth on my lips and on other sensitive parts of my body? My chest heaved as I felt the moisture building up between my legs. It had been like that for the past two days. I didn't even have to touch myself to get an orgasm. The thought and image of him were en
Sophia I didn’t know what possessed me to say those words. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me—like he wanted to devour me all over again. Or maybe it was the ache that hadn't stopped since I woke up this morning, still feeling his touch like a ghost on my skin. But once the words were out—I think I want it again—there was no taking them back. And the way his eyes darkened... God. "I shouldn't," I whispered, even though I'd just asked for it. "We shouldn't." He didn't move. Didn't speak. Just held me there, his hand still on my waist, his thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles that made it impossible to think straight. "You're not a kid anymore," he finally said. "And I'm not a saint." "No," I breathed. "You're not." I felt it right then. My pulse drummed in my ears. Loudly that I was afraid he could hear it. "You sure this isn't just curiosity talking?" he asked. "Because if I touch you again, Sophia, I'm not stopping." I hated how much I trembled at those words.
DamianMornings were all the same for me. Get up. Hit the gym. Shower. Head to the office.It was the routine that kept everything in check. Work, meetings, building empires—it was what I was good at. What I knew.At thirty-eight, I had achieved a lot for most of my life, things had been pretty straightforward. I built my own tech company, Wolfe Techlinks from the ground up. Worked harder than most people I knew. I didn't come from money. I didn't have the luxury of failing and starting over. Failure wasn't an option when you had no safety net waiting to catch you.Growing up, I learned early that the world didn't hand you anything. You had to fight for every damn thing you wanted. So I fought. I bled. I made a name for myself. And somewhere along the way, I built a life people envied — the houses, the cars, the respect.But none of it ever felt like enough.Maybe that's why I never bothered settling down.Relationships, marriage, all that—none of it fit the life I built. I liked cont