All Chapters of SOAKED IN HIS CUM: Wet Desires with My Ruthless Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mia’s POVI thought I married a cold-hearted monster… until he had me bent over, dripping and screaming his name every single night.The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicked shut with terrifying finality. My heart slammed against my ribs as Damien Voss — my contract husband turned to face me.At thirty-six, he was power incarnate: tall, broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes, and the kind of presence that made lesser men crumble. He’d built an empire on blood and ruthlessness. And tonight, I was the newest acquisition.I was twenty-two. A virgin. Penniless. And I had just signed away one year of my life to him to save my father from ruin.“Take off the dress,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. No softness. No romance.My fingers trembled as I unzipped the white wedding gown. It pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but delicate white lace. My nipples hardened under his hungry stare.Damien shed his black shirt, revealing a sculpted chest marked with fain

Mia’s POVThe drive to Voss Tower was thick with tension. Damien’s hand stayed possessively on my thigh the entire time, fingers slipping under my short black dress to tease my bare, still-sensitive pussy. No panties — his command. Every movement reminded me I was carrying his cum from last night.“You’re wet again,” he murmured, a dark smirk playing on his lips. “Good. I want you dripping and desperate all day, wife.”My cheeks burned with shame and unwanted arousal. How was this ruthless man turning me into his addiction so quickly?The moment the private elevator doors closed, Damien shoved me against the mirrored wall. He hiked up my dress and thrust two thick fingers deep inside me.“Damien—there are cameras!” I gasped.“Let them watch.” He pumped harder, curling against that spot that made my knees buckle. “Let them see how my wife comes undone for me.”I shattered just as the doors opened, biting my lip to silence my cry. He casually licked his fingers clean, eyes locked on min

Mia’s POVI couldn’t shake the pregnancy test from my mind. Two pink lines that changed everything. I was carrying Damien Voss’s child, yet the secrets surrounding him grew heavier with every passing hour.The anonymous messages wouldn’t leave me alone. Check the sealed files in his private safe.While Damien took an important call in his study, I saw my chance. Heart hammering in my chest, I slipped quietly into his home office. The room smelled of leather and power. With trembling fingers, I moved the painting and opened the hidden safe. The click sounded too loud in the silence.I pulled out a thick folder labeled “Sophia.” Photographs spilled across the desk. A beautiful woman with a gentle smile, her hand resting protectively on her rounded pregnant belly. Damien stood beside her, looking at her with genuine warmth and affection — an expression I had rarely seen from him.Other documents followed: police reports detailing a car accident, crime scene photos, and a newspaper headli

Mia’s POVThe silence in the secure inner room was suffocating. Damien stood inches away, his hand cupping my face, eyes burning with intensity. Sophia’s handwritten note trembled in my grip.“I didn’t kill her,” he repeated, voice low and strained. “Sophia wanted out of this life. I was trying to let her go safely. Harrington made sure that never happened.”I searched his face, desperate for any sign of truth. Part of me wanted to believe him — the man who protected me so fiercely, who touched my stomach with such care. But the evidence kept piling up. The anonymous messages chipped away at my trust, leaving me torn between fear and the growing feelings I couldn’t deny.“Then why does the note say you wouldn’t let her leave?” I whispered.Damien’s jaw clenched. Instead of pulling away, he stepped closer, trapping me gently between his body and the wall. There was nowhere to run. Forced proximity had become our reality.“Because someone wants you to believe the worst,” he said. “They’

Mia’s POVDamien’s arms remained locked around me like steel bands. The secure room felt smaller with every second, the air thick with unspoken accusations and the weight of my growing belly. I wanted to pull away, but his warmth and the steady beat of his heart made me hesitate.“I need air,” I whispered, voice barely audible.He didn’t release me immediately. Instead, he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You don’t trust me yet. I see it. But running won’t save you, Mia. It will only get you killed.”The words sent a chill down my spine. Part of me knew he was right. The other part the scared, pregnant part wondered if staying with him was the real danger.He finally loosened his hold but kept one hand on my lower back as he guided me out of the inner room. Forced proximity had become our normal. Even when he stepped away to check the security system, I felt his presence like a shadow.I sank onto the sofa, hand resting on my stomach. This baby deserves better than a