The Scorned Luna-Chapter 46: Your Fault

Damien’s eyes were no longer green; they were a predatory gold, burning with a jealousy that nearly suffocated Sofia. "It’s your fault," he hissed, his face so close she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. "Walking into that room wearing that dress... looking like that. You invited every single one of those bastards to stare at you." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

​Sofia’s fear suddenly vanished, replaced by a white-hot spark of anger. She shoved at his chest, though he didn’t move an inch. "My fault?" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage. "You were the one who ordered the dress, Damien! You were the one who told me to put it on and told me not to waste your time! I didn’t choose this!"

​"Don’t lie to me," Damien growled, his hand tightening on her arm. "I saw the way you were looking in the mirrors. I think you enjoyed the attention. You liked having every Alpha in the room lose their minds over you. If not for that dress showing off everything you have, no one would have even looked twice at you."

​Sofia gasped, the cruelty of his words stung more than any slap. "Excuse me? You think I wanted anyone to touch me? You think I enjoyed being put up as a bet like a piece of property?"

​"Then why were you talking to Alexander?" Damien countered, his voice dropping into an angry, low snarl. "I leave for five minutes, and I come back to find you smiling at him. What was the plan, Sofia? You want to fuck him? You want to see if a Silver Moon Alpha is better in bed than I am?"

​"Alexander talked to me like I was a human being!" Sofia screamed back, tears of frustration finally spilling over. "He saw a woman in trouble, not a ’plaything’ or a ’slave’! He’s the only one in this entire building who hasn’t looked at me like I’m a meal!"

​The mention of Alexander’s kindness was the final straw. Damien’s control snapped. He didn’t want to hear about another man’s respect; he wanted her to remember who owned her. He lunged forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss. It was harsh, demanding, and filled with the possessive territorialism of a wolf. Sofia struggled for a second, but his strength was insane.

​Before she could even process the kiss, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, forcing her face against the cold wall. Sofia let out a small cry of shock as she felt his large, trembling fingers find the zipper at the small of her back. With one violent, jerky motion, he zipped the dress down.

​The cool air of the suite hit her bare skin, making her shiver. The emerald silk fell forward, pooling around her waist and exposing the smooth, ample curve of her back and the full, rounded swell of her ass to his hungry gaze.

​"You think he wants to talk to you, Sofia?" Damien whispered, his voice vibrating against her spine as he leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. "He wants exactly what I want. But he’s never going to touch a single inch of this. Only me."

​With a rough, impatient tug, he shoved the emerald silk down her body, letting it fall past her full hips until it pooled in a shimmering heap around her ankles. Sofia stood there trembling, completely exposed to him in the dim light of the suite.

​He didn’t give her a chance to cover herself. He pressed his body flush against her back, his hands roaming over her soft, curvy waist before sliding up to grip her hair, pulling her head back so he could access her neck.

​"Mine," he growled against her skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of her neck. He peppered her back with hot, punishing kisses, marking the trail from her shoulder blades down to the dip of her spine.

​Suddenly, the sharp sound of his palm meeting her rounded backside echoed through the room. Sofia gasped, the sting blooming into a throbbing heat that made her toes curl into the carpet.

​"That is for Alexander," he hissed, his voice thick with a dark, primal lust. He struck her again, the sound even louder this time. "And that is for Zach. Every inch of this body belongs to me, Sofia. Do you understand?"

​He spun her around, his hands moving to her ample thighs, lifting her with a strength that made her feel weightless. Damien hauled her toward the massive floor-to-ceiling glass. He spun her around and shoved her forward until her chest was crushed against the cold pane. The contrast was startling—the freezing glass against her skin and the scorching heat of Damien’s body behind her.

​"Look out there, Sofia," he hissed, his breath hot against her ear. "Watch the world, Sofia... watch while I fuck you."

​He reached down, his hand sliding between her full thighs, finding her already soaking wet. He roughly spread the folds of her pussy, his thumb grinding hard against her swollen, sensitive clitoris. Sofia gasped, her forehead thumping against the glass as a wave of unwanted pleasure crashed over her.

​He didn’t wait. He unzipped his trousers, his thick, pulsing cock springing free. With one heavy, singular thrust, he buried himself deep inside her tight pussy. Sofia let out a choked scream that fogged the glass. He hammered into her from behind, his pelvis slamming against her rounded ass with a rhythmic, meat-on-meat sound. Every time he lunged forward, her heavy breasts smeared against the window, her nipples hardening into painful points against the cold surface. He was taking her like a beast, his fingers digging into her hips, marking the pale skin with dark purple bruises.

​The window wasn’t enough to settle the rage in his blood. He withdrew with a wet schlick and dragged her by the arm toward the heavy mahogany desk. With a violent sweep of his hand, he sent the crystal glasses and a laptop crashing to the floor. He hoisted her up, her voluptuous legs dangling over the edge before he forced them wide apart. Sofia felt completely exposed, the desk’s hard surface biting into the back of her full thighs. Damien stood between her knees, his face full of possessive pleasure and fury.

​He leaned down and caught one of her nipples in his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make her arch her back and cry out. While his mouth punished her breast, his fingers found her clitoris again, flicking and rubbing it with a frenzied speed. He watched her face—the way her eyes rolled back, the way her chubby cheeks flushed deep red.

​"You’re mine, Sofia. Say it," he commanded, his voice a low vibration.

​But she refused to say it.

​He plunged back into her dripping pussy, his cock hitting her cervix with every brutal, bottoming-out thrust. Sofia’s hands flew to his shoulders, her nails drawing blood as she fought to stay upright. The friction was intense, her pussy juices splashing onto the dark wood of the desk as he fucked her into a state of mindless, sobbing ecstasy.

​Finally, he pulled her off the desk, her legs shaky and weak. He dragged her to the gilded full-length mirror, forcing her to stand and face her reflection. He stood behind her, his dark, tattooed arms wrapping around her soft waist, pulling her back against his chest.

​"Look at yourself," he whispered, his voice dark. "Look at what I do to you."

​He reached down and spread her pussy open right in front of the glass, forcing her to watch as his thick cock slid back inside her. Sofia’s eyes were wide, her breath coming in shallow hitches as she watched the raw sight of him filling her. He moved slowly now, stretching her, making sure she felt every vein and every inch of his length.

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