Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 381: Sucking Him Off

Sofia’s POV

I told myself I was only doing this for the money. I needed it badly. The investigator I hired charged a lot, and most of my savings were already gone. Getting this money every month would help so much. And it wasn’t sex. It was only a blowjob. All I had to do was close my eyes, get it over with, and then it would be done.

"Do you want it here?" I asked, my voice rough.

"Yes," he said without a pause, his eyes locked on like a hunter who had already caught his prey.

My knees felt weak as I lowered myself in front of him. My hands shook when I reached for his belt, and the sound of the buckle coming undone made my heart pound even faster. I told myself it was just money. Just a deal. But the truth was harder to face.

Because as I knelt there, every mory ca flooding back. The way it used to be. The way I used to love sucking him. And the ache inside reminded I hadn’t been touched in years. Damien had been the last. And now, here I was again, back where it all began.

I hated myself for it. For wanting him. For missing him. But my body betrayed . Heat curled low in my belly, spreading fast, making wet even as I told myself this was nothing. Just a job. Just a trade.

Swallowing hard, I unzipped him, and his cock spilled out. My throat went dry as I ca face-to-face with his already hardened cock; it felt like he was bigger than I rembered. My lips hovered just above him, trembling, betraying every denial I whispered in my head. I told myself again—this wasn’t desire, this was just money. But the mont my mouth touched the tip of his cock, everything inside shattered.

The taste of him—familiar, salty—slid over my tongue as I closed my lips around him. I kissed him slowly first, almost reverently, before letting my mouth open wider, swallowing inch by inch, like I was starving and he was the only thing that could fill .

His breath hitched, low and sharp, and the sound ignited sothing reckless in . My tongue traced him, teasing, circling, before I sucked harder, like it was a lollipop I couldn’t put down. Heat coiled deep in my core, my body betraying with every wet sound I made around him.

Slowly, his hand slid into my hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail, and my heart kicked against my ribs. With a sharp tug, he held still, his eyes locking onto mine. The connection made my whole body throb. I tried to look away, to hide, but he wouldn’t let .

"Don’t you dare close those pretty eyes," Damien growled, his voice rough, dark. "I want to see every second of you taking like you used to."

Then he pushed deeper, his hips snapping forward, fucking my mouth in a way that made choke and moan all at once. Tears pricked my eyes, but the heat between my legs only grew worse, my underwear damp and clinging to . Every thrust sent a fresh wave of wetness spilling out of , my body betraying completely.

I wanted to turn, to bend over, to beg him to take the way he used to—to feel his cock inside again—but I couldn’t. This wasn’t supposed to be that.

"Fuck, Sofia," he groaned, his pace rougher now, his voice dripping with the sa filthy words that used to undo . "Your mouth was made for . Look at you—on your knees, drooling all over my cock. You missed this, didn’t you? You missed ."

I only responded with a gasp.

His thrusts grew harder, his grip tighter, and I moaned around him, the sound vibrating through my throat. My eyes stayed locked with his, and the raw hunger there only made wetter, my whole body screaming for more.

Damien’s grip in my hair tightened, holding my head in place as he drove into my mouth harder, deeper. Each thrust made my throat stretch around him, my body trembling with the effort to keep up. My eyes watered, saliva running down my chin, but instead of stopping him, the fire in my belly only burned hotter. I was dying for him to stop torturing like this and finally take —bend over, fill , fuck until I couldn’t think.

But before I could beg, before I could turn around and give myself away completely, Damien groaned loud and sharp. His hips jerked hard against my lips as he spilled inside , hot and thick, flooding my mouth. I swallowed on instinct, choking slightly, my body shuddering at the taste of him.

When he finally pulled back, breathing rough, I wiped my lips and turned, my chest heaving. The ache between my legs was unbearable, a hollow, desperate need clawing at . I wanted him so badly it hurt, but my pride wouldn’t let break.

"Are we done?" I asked, my voice hoarse, raw. I didn’t look at him when I said it. "Can I leave now?"

Inside my head, the words scread louder than anything else. Please... ask to fuck . Please, Damien, turn around and take . Don’t make be the one to say it. My pride burned, my throat locked, and all I could do was beg silently.

But he didn’t move. He didn’t reach for . He only adjusted himself, his breathing steadying, his voice cold.

"Yes," Damien said flatly. "You can leave."

The words cut deeper than any blade. My chest caved, my heart sinking into a pit of emptiness. For a second, I almost broke, almost fell to my knees again—not from lust, but from the ache of wanting what I couldn’t have. But I bit it back. I nodded, hiding the pain inside , refusing to let him see my pain.

With shaky legs, I pushed myself up. My lips were swollen, my throat raw, my pussy still wet and throbbing with need he had no intention of easing. Without another word, I walked out of the room.

By the ti I reached my room, my legs felt numb, my chest too tight to hold it all in. I shut the door behind , sat down on the edge of the bed, and the first tear slipped free, sliding hot down my cheek.

What am I doing? The question echoed over and over in my head. My body still throbbed with desire for him, but my heart... my heart was breaking.

We were related. Blood bound. And worse—our families were enemies. This was wrong in more ways than I could count, and yet I kept letting myself have these feelings.

I sighed, closing my eyes in sha, wondering who I could talk to. Who could I tell without being judged, without being mocked? Then, through the haze of guilt and sha, one na ca to —Olivia. My sister. She had been in the sa situation once. She would understand.

With trembling hands and a broken heart, I reached out through the bond, opening the mind link. "Olivia..."