My Exchanged Mate novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

That night, he came home drunk.

I helped him to the sofa and loosened the tie on his suit to make him more comfortable.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his embrace, gently pressing his lips to mine.

It was my first kiss. I just stood there, stunned, almost breathless.

He chuckled softly, “So this is what it tastes like. It’s sweet.”

“Baby, breathe.”

That night, he made me taste the forbidden fruit for the first time and I gave myself to him.

After that, he liked trying all sorts of thrilling things with me in bed.

He hated using protection.

He preferred doing it when the housekeeper and maid were nearby.

I could only bite my lip and endure.

The more he did this, the more he seemed to enjoy it.

He had a strange quirk. He liked me to call his name over and over during sex.

“What’s my name?”

“Damien. You’re Damien.”

“No, say it again.”

“What’s wrong? Damien, hmm…”

He kept the sharpness in his eyes tightly controlled.

The more I called his name, the rougher he became.

Though he acted strangely during sex, so different from his usual cold and serious self, I liked this side of him better.

He was gentle, playful, loved to kiss me, and even when he was roughest, he would tenderly ask if I was hurting.

On my birthday, he gave me a whole garden of moonlight flowers. They were my favorite flowers.

As the scent of the moonlight flowers drifted on the breeze, he knelt before me and kissed the back of my hand.

“Baby, I’ll love you forever.”

When I had nightmares, he’d wake me up, gently pulled me close and whispered, “Baby, don’t be afraid.”

Slowly, I felt like I was really falling in love with him.

A few months ago, he pinned me down on the bed again, refusing to wear a condom.

I asked, “What if I get pregnant?”

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