Chapter 17

Damien leaned in close to the blonde, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered something that made her giggle. He forced a smile, trying to convince himself that this was what he wanted. After all, Vivi had made it clear that their relationship couldn't continue. He was just a stepson to her now, nothing more.

As he led the blonde towards the exit, Damien caught sight of Vivi out of the corner of his eye. She quickly turned away, but not before he saw the flash of hurt on her face. For a moment, his resolve wavered. But then he remembered how she'd pushed him away, how she'd chosen his father over him.

"So, what do you say we continue this somewhere more private?" the blonde purred, running her hand along Damien's arm.

He hesitated for a split second before nodding. "I know just the place."

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Damien tried to focus on the woman beside him. She was beautiful, charming, and clearly interested in him. This was exactly what he needed to get Vivi out of his system.

But as they climbed into his car, Damien couldn't shake the image of Vivi's face from his mind. The way her eyes had widened when she saw him with the blonde, the brief flicker of pain before she'd masked it with indifference.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. This was ridiculous. Vivi had made her choice. She was his father's wife now, and that was that. It was time for him to move on, to find someone who actually wanted to be with him.

As they drove through the city streets, Damien turned to the blonde and flashed her his most charming smile. He was determined to make this work, to prove to himself that he could forget about Vivi and move on with his life.

The blonde wasted no time as soon as they entered the mansion. She pushed Damien towards the couch, her hands already tugging at his belt. Damien's mind screamed for him to stop, to remember Vivi, but his body had a mind of its own. He felt himself getting pulled into the couch, the blonde's eager hands working quickly to free him from the confines of his clothing.

In an instant, she had his length in her hand, stroking him firmly. Damien bit back a groan, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the sensation. The blonde's mouth descended, taking him in with a skill that surprised him. She sucked and swirled her tongue, her hand pumping in perfect rhythm.

Damien's head fell back, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He could feel the tension building already, coiling tightly in his lower abdomen. The blonde sensed it too, moaning softly around him, her hands cupping his balls, massaging gently.

It had been a while since he'd been with someone who knew what they were doing, and the pleasure was overwhelming. He wanted to resist, to stay in control, but the sensation was too much. He tangles his fingers in her hair, his hips bucking gently as he surrenders to the pleasure.

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself getting lost in the moment. Her tongue teased and flicked, her lips wrapping tightly around him. It had been a mistake coming here with her, but somehow, in this moment, it felt like exactly what he needed.

Then, as he teetered on the edge, an image of Vivi flashed through his mind. Those big eyes, the way her mouth had felt on him, and he froze.

Pulling away, he zipped up and turned away from the blonde, who pouted, looking confused. "Sorry," he muttered, his voice strained. "I can't do this."

The blonde, seemingly unfazed by Damien's sudden change of heart, simply smiled, her lips still wet from her passionate attention to him. "I know you have someone on your mind," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "But I promise, by the time I'm done with you, you'll have forgotten all about her."

With that, she pushed him back onto the couch, her body straddling his. Damien felt a surge of desire as she ground her hips against him, the sensation clouding his better judgment. Whatever hesitations he had were quickly melting away under her skilled touch.

"What's your name again?" he asked, his voice hoarse as he struggled to remember. This woman had a way of clouding his thoughts, and right now, he wanted to surrender to the pleasure she promised.

"Ava," she replied, her fingers trailing along his jawline. "And I intend to make sure you never forget me, Damien."

As she spoke his name, her lips found his, and she kissed him hungrily. Damien felt himself getting lost in the sensation. Ava was an expert seductress, and she knew exactly how to push his buttons. Her hands roamed over his body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

Damien's hands moved to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as he returned her kiss with equal fervor. He knew he should stop, that this was a mistake, but Ava had a way of making him forget all his reservations. In this moment, all he wanted was to feel alive, to lose himself in the passion she stirred within him.

Ava's lips moved from Damien's mouth to his neck, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin as she pulled him closer. Her hands slipped under his shirt, her nails gently scratching his back. Damien shuddered at her touch, his body responding eagerly to her advances.

Ava sensed his desire and smiled against his skin. With a swift motion, she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down, her eyes never leaving his.

"You're so handsome, Damien," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "And I intend to have my way with you."

Damien felt his control slipping away as Ava took charge. Her confidence and raw sexuality were unlike anything he had experienced before. She exuded a raw, unapologetic passion that he found irresistible.

Ava wasted no time, leaning forward to take him into her mouth. Damien moaned at the sensation, his head falling back as she swirled her tongue around him. Her hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of him with a mixture of tenderness and hunger.

But Ava wasn't content to stay in one position for long. With a playful grin, she stood up and slowly stripped off her remaining clothes, revealing her toned, curvaceous body. Damien's eyes widened at the sight of her, his breath quickening as she approached him again.

This time, Ava positioned herself on her hands and knees, offering herself to him. Damien needed no further invitation. He moved behind her, entering her with a thrust that made them both moan. Ava's head fell forward as she surrendered to the pleasure, her body moving back to meet his rhythmic thrusts.

But Ava wasn't done surprising him. With a swift motion, she rolled them over, so she was on top again. She rode him with abandon, her hips moving in a way that had Damien begging for more.

"You like that, don't you, Damien?" she teased, her hands running through her hair. "You like me taking control."

Damien could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as she quickened her pace. Ava leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced together in a rhythm that mirrored the passion of their bodies.

But Ava had more positions to explore. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she guided him to stand and turned him so that his back was against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, their bodies pressed tightly together.

As they moved as one, Ava's nails dug into Damien's shoulders, leaving marks that he would wear as a badge of honor. Their breaths mingled, their hearts pounding in unison as the intensity built.

"I want you to finish inside me, Damien," Ava whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "I want to feel you explode."

Her words sent him over the edge, and he surrendered to the onslaught of pleasure, their bodies moving together in perfect sync as they both cried out in release.

As they caught their breath, Ava smiled, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. "That," she said, her voice husky, "was just the beginning, Damien. I plan to make sure you never forget me."