Damien’s POV
I was only teasing her. That’s the truth of it. I knew exactly how Sofia would react—snapping at , glaring at with that anger in her eyes, ready to spit instead of bend. And damn, I wanted it. I wanted to see that spark. To feel it. Once upon a ti, I used to find it amusing—the way she’d hum in annoyance, the way her temper would flare over the smallest things. I’d poke at her on purpose, just to watch her unravel. Back then, it wasn’t just funny. It was addictive. Even now, years later, nothing’s changed. She’s still the only one who can look in the eye without fear. Still the only one who can raise her voice to and make my wolf fall silent instead of raging. Still the only one who can make want to push, just to hear her snap back. And when she does—when that sharp tongue lashes out at —it feels like ho.
I leaned against the desk, watching her glare at for what I had just said.
"Excuse ?" she demanded, her frown deepening. I put on my act and held her gaze with a serious look.
"You heard , Sofia. Get on your knees and suck , and the money’s yours. It’s not like you haven’t done it before. You used to love it." I pushed further, deliberately teasing her.
Her frown deepened, her glare sharpened, and I could tell she was one step away from slapping across the face. I wouldn’t have minded it. In fact, part of wanted it—wanted that outburst, wanted her rage as much as I wanted her submission. Sofia. My Sofia. The only woman alive who could twist in knots without even trying. Her lips parted, ready to lash out, ready to spit venom at the way she always did when I pushed too far. And gods, I craved it. That spark. That fury. That reminder that she wasn’t afraid of , even when she should be.
But beneath her defiance, I caught the flicker I’d been searching for—the hesitation. The mory. The way her chest rose and fell too quickly, her throat working as she swallowed hard. She rembered. And that was enough to make my blood heat, to make my wolf stir with a growl that wanted more than just words from her. I tilted my head slightly, my tone dropping into a whisper ant only for her.
"Go ahead, Sofia. Tell no. Tell you don’t rember how good you were at it. Tell you don’t still think about the way I used to taste on your tongue."
Her cheeks flushed, but her glare never faltered. She hated in this mont, I could see it. Hated for dragging the past into the present. Hated for holding her here, cornered, with nowhere to run. And yet—her body betrayed her. I caught it in the twitch of her fingers, the way her knees shifted, the way her wolf stirred uneasily inside her, torn between resisting and rembering exactly how much she used to crave .
I straightened slowly, pushing away from the desk, closing the distance between us with asured steps. Each one deliberate. Predatory. My eyes locked on hers, daring her to move. Daring her to strike . Daring her to give in. When I stopped in front of her, so close I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, I bent down just enough for my breath to brush her ear.
"You can hate all you want," I whispered, my voice low and seductive, "but we both know your mouth was made for ."
Her body stiffened against , every muscle tight as a bowstring. For a heartbeat, I thought she might finally slap , scream at , storm out the door. Instead, her lips parted and she spat.
"Fuck you, Damien."
The sound of it rolled through like fire, sharp and delicious. I smiled, savoring the fury in her voice. That was my Sofia. She jerked back, trying to move past , but I shifted, blocking her path with one lazy step. My hand braced against the doorfra, caging her in without even touching her. Her chin lifted in defiance. Her eyes burned into mine. And I gave her the bait.
"Two hundred thousand dollars," I said smoothly, my voice calm, confident, certain. "Every month."
Her eyes widened before she could stop herself. Just for a second. Just long enough for to know I had struck the right chord. I leaned in, lowering my voice to a husky whisper.
"You can keep spitting venom at all night, Sofia. You can curse , hate . But we both know you need what I’m offering. And you know exactly what I want in return."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, torn between pride and temptation. I felt her wolf stir, restless, betraying the truth she refused to admit out loud. Her lips trembled before she bit them, her eyes narrowing on . For a long mont, she didn’t speak. Just stood there, her chest rising and falling too quickly, like she was choking on her own pride. Then her voice ca out shaky.
"Only that," she muttered, her glare fixed on . "Just... sucking you off. Nothing else. No sex."
The words twisted sothing inside —half amusent, half hunger. I tilted my head, studying her, savoring the way my closeness was having an effect on her. She hesitated, her jaw clenching.
"Just this once."
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. I stepped closer, close enough that she flinched but didn’t back away. My voice dropped, smooth and dark as velvet.
"No, Sofia. Not just once. Wherever I want it. Whenever I want it. But..." I leaned in until my breath brushed her ear, my words sinking into her. "No sex. Just your mouth. That’s all."
Her eyes flicked away, her body going rigid, as if looking at would shatter the fragile wall of defiance she still had left. I waited. Silent. Patient. Letting the weight of my offer hang heavy in the air, daring her to reject . Seconds dragged by. Her fists clenched. Her jaw tightened. I almost expected her to spit in my face and storm out. But instead, she exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Fine."
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