SOAKED IN HIS c*m: Wet Desires with My Ruthless Husband

Shattered Trust

Mia’s POV

The 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’re using Sophia to break us. I won’t lose another woman I care about.”

His words hit me hard. For the first time, he admitted caring. My heart raced with conflicting emotions — fear, hope, and a dangerous pull toward the man who might be my greatest threat.

A sharp knock broke the tension. Elena’s voice came through the door. “Mr. Voss, Harrington is requesting a video call. Now.”

Damien took my hand. “You’re staying with me. No more secrets.”

He pulled me onto his lap at the desk as he accepted the call. The forced closeness made my pulse race. Harrington’s smug face appeared on the screen.

“Voss. I see your new wife is joining us. How touching.” His eyes flicked to me. “Mia, has he told you how he locked Sophia away when she tried to run with his child?”

“Enough,” Damien snarled, his arm tightening protectively around me. “State your demands.”

Harrington laughed. “Transfer the shipping routes to me, or I release everything on Sophia’s death — including proof that points to you. Your pretty wife and that baby won’t survive the scandal.”

The call ended.

Damien immediately pulled up security feeds. I stayed on his lap, trapped in his embrace as we reviewed the footage together. His breath brushed my neck, his hand resting on my stomach. Every small movement reminded me how entangled we had become.

“I believe you,” I said softly, even as doubt lingered. “But we need real proof. Together.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to my temple. For a moment, it felt like we were a team.

Then the laptop flashed with a new alert. A video from an unknown sender began playing.

It showed Sophia arguing with Damien in this very penthouse. Her voice was clear and desperate: “I’m leaving you, Damien. You can’t keep me here like a prisoner!”

The video cut to black with the message: “More coming soon. Choose wisely, new Mrs. Voss.”

Damien cursed and slammed the laptop shut. His arms wrapped around me tighter, almost desperately.

“They’re getting too close,” he growled. “From now on, we investigate this together. No more hiding.”

As I leaned against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, one chilling thought wouldn’t leave me:

If the video was real… how many more secrets was Damien Voss still hiding?