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As he lifted his right hand and rested it on her head, he gently pushed her down. She found herself sinking to her knees slowly, her heart racing with each movement.

"Wh-what? I don\'t understand what you want," Emilia stammered, trying to play coy, even as her heart thudded against her ribcage.

Her eyes flickered, refusing to meet his gaze, trembling rapidly with uncertainty.

"Unbutton it," Damien commanded, not allowing her a moment to speak further. His straightforwardness sent a surge of instinctive obedience through her.

With trembling hands, she raised both arms, hesitating only briefly before she placed them on his belt.

He had already lifted his suit jacket, making it easier for her to access the button of his pants. Yet, watching her take her time, he added with a teasing smirk, "Don\'t you want my signature on the marriage certificate?"

"No, I already have it," Emilia mumbled, aware of his attempt to blackmail her using the marriage certificate. She knew he had already signed it, and his bargaining was weak in her eyes.

"Check it again," Damien said with an amused smile, prompting Emilia to glance at the marriage certificate in her hand.

To her shock, the signature he had just placed moments ago had completely vanished. Her confusion turned to disbelief as she exclaimed, "H-how?!"

As she gazed toward the spot where his signal typically lingered, a wave of panic surged within her. She swiftly shifted her gaze to him, her gentle eyes locking onto his devilish grin. In that fleeting moment, it dawned on her that she was cornered, trapped in a predicament where any hope of escape felt utterly futile.

She had already relinquished her most treasured possession to him, and considering his notorious reputation as a playboy, the likelihood of him vanishing from her life weighed heavily on her mind. Without a marriage certificate to validate her claims, the reality of her situation struck her with force: she could not demand child support or hold him accountable if she were to become pregnant.

"Y-you\'re so cruel," she stammered, tears brimming in her eyes as the weight of her deception crushed her spirit—once again, she had fallen prey to this man\'s beguiling charm. Clenching her fists in frustration, she lifted one hand toward his pants, her fingers trembling as she attempted to unbutton them.

The fabric felt constricting beneath her touch, and her efforts were met with stubborn resistance.

"Am I really?" Damien replied, rolling his eyes before glancing down at her with a mix of amusement and arrogance.

"Uhm..." Emilia\'s fingers fumbled as she undid Damien\'s belt, her breath catching in her throat when his pants slid down, revealing the full length of him.

\'How the hell did that even fit inside me?\' She remembered last night, the way his cock had stretched her to her limit, leaving her gasping, sore, and completely spent.

She hadn\'t expected him to be so big—not that big.

Even now, staring at him, her body still ached from their first night together, a reminder of just how thoroughly he had taken her.

Her eyes widened as she looked at him again.

\'How does he expect me to handle this?\' It seemed impossible all over again, despite the fact that she had done it before.

Damien, of course, was calm and composed as ever. His cool, confident gaze remained fixed on her, his expression betraying none of the intensity she was feeling.

He didn\'t seem the least bit concerned about her hesitation, standing there as though this was just another day for him. His control, his lack of urgency—it only made her feel smaller, more vulnerable in front of him.

"Are you going to stare at it all day?" he teased, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her cheeks flushed as she snapped back to reality, her hands gripping his cock with a soft squeeze.

It twitched under her touch, hot and heavy in her hands, making her feel even more nervous.

Swallowing hard, she leaned forward, letting her lips graze the tip of him.

The sheer size of him made her pulse quicken—he was too much, but she didn\'t want to show any hesitation.

Not now.

Damien\'s hand found its way to her hair, fingers threading through it gently as he guided her, not forcing, but making it clear what he wanted.

She opened her mouth and took him in slowly, her lips stretching around his girth as she sank down on him.

"Mmhmm..." The weight of him filled her mouth, and she struggled for a moment to adjust, the head of his cock pressing against her tongue as she took him deeper.

The memory of last night lingered in her mind—how full he had felt inside her, how he had pushed her limits, stretching her in ways she never thought possible.

And now, here she was, trying to take him again, but this time with her mouth, feeling every inch of him as her lips slid lower along his shaft.

"Hh.." Damien groaned softly, his grip on her hair tightening slightly, though he remained mostly composed.

She could tell he was enjoying this, even if he didn\'t show it as openly as she expected. That only made her want to please him more.

"Nhnnn....!" Her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him in sync with the slow movements of her mouth.

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She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as she went lower, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down again.

The salty taste of him filled her mouth, but she didn\'t slow down—if anything, she quickened her pace, desperate to prove she could handle him, that she wasn\'t intimidated by his size.

"You know how to do this," Damien murmured, his voice rough with desire. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head up and down.

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\'Damn you!"