All Chapters of HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sophie's POVI'd been sitting with the thought for days before I finally let myself say it out loud, even just to myself.We were both miserable.Not in the dramatic way you see in films, with screaming and broken things and confrontations that leave you breathless. Ours had always been quieter than that. The kind of misery that moves into a home slowly, unpacks its bags, and starts to feel like furniture — heavy and permanent and just part of the décor.I sat by the window that morning with my coffee going cold, watching the city below carry on with itself, and I let myself think the thing I'd been circling for weeks. Christopher had never chosen this. Not really. He'd been shaped and guided and carefully pressured into this marriage by his father, who had always treated love like a weakness and arrangement like strategy. And I had walked into it with my eyes half open because it felt safe, and comfortable, and I hadn't yet understood what I was agreeing to give away.I hadn't unders

Christopher's POVI heard every word she said.That was the strange part. I heard all of it, clearly, every sentence landing exactly as she intended it, and yet some part of me stayed somewhere else entirely, watching from a distance like the conversation was happening to someone who looked like me but wasn't quite.I had known this was coming. Not today specifically, not the exact shape of it, but the weight of it had been building in the air of this apartment for months and I would have had to be completely blind not to feel it. Sophie had never been a woman who let things sit unresolved forever. It was one of the things I had always quietly respected about her, even in the years when respecting her was easier than anything else we had between us.I sat with the whiskey glass in my hand and let her speak.She started with the apology about my parents and something in me registered it, acknowledged the honesty of it, but didn't move. Going to my father had been a choice that had comp

Christopher's POV The smile had surprised me as much as it had surprised her. I hadn't planned it. It arrived the way honest things sometimes did, without permission, slipping through the careful control I had spent years maintaining before I could catch it. And when it came I didn't fight it, just let it sit there for a moment, small and quiet, because something about the way she had said go back to him had landed differently than I expected. Not painfully. Not as accusation. Just as fact, plain and clear, from someone who had finally stopped pretending. She didn't stay long after that. She told me she was tired, that we could deal with the practical things, the lawyers and the paperwork and everything that would need to come next, when we were both ready. I heard her footsteps move down the hallway and then the soft click of her bedroom door, and then the apartment was quiet again. I stayed where I was. The whiskey glass sat on the side table, still holding a finger of liquor

Sophie's POVI looked at him and said it simply.I'm ready, I told him i've been starving for so long, Tio, performing everything correctly while feeling nothing real underneath it. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to actually live, fully, without apology, and I want to do that with you.Tio watched me while I spoke, that steady unhurried attention he always gave me, and when I finished he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.Then we won't waste any more time, he said.I leaned in and kissed him, slow at first, my hand against his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin under my palm. He kissed me back with the particular patience he always had, letting me set the pace, letting me lead, and I felt the familiar heat of it begin to build low in my stomach.I pulled back just enough to speak against his mouth.I want you to fuck me hard, I whispered. I want to be ruined.I felt him still for just a second, then something shifted in him, the patience giving way to some

Sophie's POVKatherine pulled back first.She stepped away slightly, her hand dropping from my neck, and I watched her expression shift, the warmth still there but something else moving through it now, careful and a little uncertain, which was not an expression I had seen on Katherine before.I am sorry, she said. I lost myself for a moment. That was not fair to you.I looked at her for a beat, registering my own body, the warmth still moving through me, the shiver that had not quite settled.It is fine, I said honestly. Katherine, it is fine.She held my gaze for a moment like she was deciding whether to believe me, then nodded once and some of the tension in her shoulders released.Come, she said, picking up her wine glass from the counter and tilting her head toward the hallway. There is something I have been wanting to say to you for a while.I followed her to the bedroom, her large comfortable room with the good lamps and the window that looked out over the street below, and we s