Lustful beginning

Sofia’s POV

I, sofia officially stepped into Damien’s penthouse as his wife, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and something else—something dangerous. Damien stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette sharp against the New York skyline. He turned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Blackwood,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like a caress. The way he said it—like he already owned me—sent a shiver down my spine.

“Home,” I echoed, forcing a smile. This isn’t home. This is a game. A revenge. Right? I repeated it in my head like a mantra, but the way he looked at me made it hard to hold onto that resolve.

“feel free, everything is yours including me,Let’s make tonight... memorable,” Damien said, stepping closer. His cologne wrapped around me, intoxicating masculine. “To seal our arrangement. Properly.”

my heart raced. This was part of the deal, i reminded myself. But the way he said it—like it was more than just a transaction....made me pulse quicken.

“I’m not here for that,” I said, though my voice wavered.

“Aren’t you?” He tilted his head, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “Because I think you’re lying to yourself.”

i swallowed hard, my palms damp. “This is a business arrangement, Damien. Nothing more.”

“Business,” he repeated, his tone mocking. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against my arm. The touch was electric, and I fought the urge to lean into it. “Tell me, Sofia, does your business arrangement also explain the way your breath hitches when I’m this close? Or the way your pulse races when I touch you?, the way your eyes lingers with affection, it's saying the opposite”

“Stop,” i whispered, but my body betrayed me, leaning infinitesimally closer to his.

“I don’t think you want me to stop,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “In fact, I think you want me to do the exact opposite.”

my knees felt weak. This is wrong. This is part of the plan. But my body wasn’t listening to mu mind anymore. i felt his hand trail down my arm, his fingers intertwining with mine. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through me, and I knew I was losing control.

“Damien,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Sofia?” His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through her.

“This... this isn’t what we agreed on.”

“Maybe not,” he admitted, his free hand cupping her cheek. “But tell me you don’t feel this.”

I couldn't. Because I actually did. The pull between them was magnetic, undeniable. my lips parted with a silent invitation, and he didn’t hesitate. His mouth captured mine in a searing kiss that sent my world spinning. His lips were firm yet soft, demanding yet giving. I felt myself melt into him, my hands clutching at his shirt as if I would drown if i let go.

His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened for him, a moan escaping my throat as our tongues danced. my body was pressed against his, and I could feel the hard planes of his chest, the way his muscles tensed under my touch shows how much he wanted me

“Sofia,” he growled against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. “You’re intoxicating.”

“Damien,” my body arching into his. “We... we shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t?” He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

I hesitated, my mind warring with my body. This is wrong. This isn’t part of the plan. But the look in his eyes—the raw need—made my heart ache in a way I hadn’t expected.

“I... I can’t,” I admitted, my voice trembling.

“Good,” he said, capturing my lips again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more urgent. His hands roamed around mybody, memorizing every curve, every dip. I felt his fingers slide under the hem of my blouse, his touch sending sparks through me, God is this what I am actually here for

“Let me take care of you, Sofia,” he murmured against my skin as he trailed kisses down my neck. “Let me show you how good this can be.”

my breath hitched as his hands found the clasp of my bra, expertly undoing it and letting it fall away. His lips found my breasts, his tongue teasing my nipples until I was gasping for air.

“Damien,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. “Please...”

“Please what? Tell me to stop, and I will stop,” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“Don’t stop.”

Damien’s POV

Damien watched as Sofia responded, her body betraying her words, leaning closer into his touch. He was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn’t help the surge of triumph flooding through him. She wants this, he thought, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

Her lips were soft, sweet against his, but there was a certain fierceness to the way she kissed him back. She wasn’t backing down. He could feel the tension between them, thick and palpable, and it only made him want her more.

Her breath hitched as his lips moved down her neck, and her body arched into his touch. She was losing control, just like he wanted. She couldn’t keep pretending this was all part of the plan.

As his hands roamed her body, he felt the heat radiating off her skin, and he couldn’t resist touching her, exploring every inch of her. He could see the hesitation in her eyes, the little voice in her head telling her to stop, but her body was screaming for him.

Damien was never one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came to her. She’s mine, he thought, his fingers tracing the delicate curves of her body.

“Tell me you don’t feel this,” he whispered, his voice rough with the weight of desire. He needed her to admit it—needed to hear the words.

But when she didn’t answer, he took it as a yes. He kissed her again, deeper, harder, pushing her to the edge. His body ached to be inside her, to claim her completely.

And when he slid inside her, slow and steady, the sensation nearly drove him insane. He could feel the way she clung to him, the way she moaned into his mouth. He was driving her wild—and he was only just getting started.

His hands moved over her, exploring, finding the places that made her gasp, the places that made her lose control. He loved this—loved the way she responded to him, loved the way she let him in.

But as he felt her body tremble beneath him, as she cried out his name, Damien couldn’t deny the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about something much deeper. Something he wasn’t quite ready to face.

“Stay with me,” he murmured as they both reached the pinnacle of their passion. “Not just tonight. Always. And I promise to give My world"

as he looked into her eyes he realised something he hasn't expected , I'm falling deeply for her ..