Chapter 24

Vivi stood frozen in the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. The sounds of passion from Damien's room had faded, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. Her fingers trembled as she lowered her hand from the doorknob, realizing how close she'd come to barging in.

A mixture of emotions swirled within her - jealousy, anger, and an overwhelming sense of loss. She'd made her choice, choosing duty over desire, but hearing Damien with another woman had shaken her to her core.

Just as she was about to retreat to her room, a sharp knock echoed through the hallway. Vivi's breath caught in her throat.

"Vivian? Are you there, darling?" Reginald's voice called out.

Panic surged through her. She glanced frantically between Damien's door and her own, torn between the urge to flee and the need to maintain appearances.

"Just a moment!" she called out, her voice wavering slightly.

Vivi smoothed her dress and ran a hand through her hair, trying to compose herself. She took a deep breath, forcing a smile onto her face as she opened the door.

Reginald stood there, looking tired but pleased. "Ah, there you are, my dear. I hope I didn't wake you."

"Not at all," Vivi lied, stepping aside to let him in. "How was the gathering?"

As Reginald entered, talking about business deals and social niceties, Vivi's mind raced. She nodded and smiled at appropriate intervals, but her thoughts were elsewhere - in the room down the hall, with Damien and the woman who had taken her place.

In the privacy of her own room, with the door closed to the world, Vivi's facade of the contented wife began to crumble. The sounds of Damien's tryst with Ava still echoed in her ears, stirring a tempest of emotions she could no longer suppress. A fire ignited within her, fueled by a sense of betrayal and the sting of rejection. How could he? she thought, her heart pounding with a mixture of fury and desire.

Reginald, oblivious to the storm brewing within his new bride, continued to recount the events of the evening. He noticed the flicker of intensity in Vivi's eyes but mistook it for passion directed at him.

Vivi's mind was a whirlwind of defiance and longing. She was tired of being the dutiful daughter, the obedient wife. It was time to reclaim a piece of herself that had been silenced for far too long. A wicked plan began to form, driven by the need to make Damien hear, to make him feel the ache of what he was missing.

With a sudden burst of resolve, Vivi turned to Reginald, her gaze smoldering. "Why don't we retire early tonight, my dear?" she suggested, her voice a husky whisper that betrayed none of her true intentions.

Reginald, ever eager for his wife's attention, nodded in agreement, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. Vivi led him to the guest room adjacent to Damien's, the very walls seeming to thrum with the residual energy of Damien and Ava's encounter.

As they entered the room, Vivi's pulse quickened. She could feel the heat of her own anger and desire as she pushed Reginald onto the bed, her movements deliberate and charged with a newfound fierceness. Reginald looked up at her, surprised but pleased by her assertiveness.

Vivi's hands worked quickly, undressing Reginald with a sense of urgency that was unlike her. She shed her own clothing with equal haste, standing before him in the raw glow of the dimmed lights, her body a canvas of defiance.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Reginald as she took his dick into her mouth. Her movements were calculated, designed to elicit the maximum response. Reginald's body tensed beneath her as his manhood grew hard against her tongue, his pleasure evident in the sharp intake of his breath.

As Vivi's head bobbed up and down, she left the door slightly ajar, a silent invitation for the sounds of their passion to drift through the hallway. Her actions were a desperate plea, a siren's call to the man on the other side of the wall. She wanted Damien to hear, to understand the depth of what he had cast aside.

Reginald's moans of pleasure filled the room, but Vivi's mind was elsewhere, focused on the unspoken message she hoped would reach Damien's ears. With each sensual stroke of her tongue, she was writing a new chapter in this tangled narrative, one where she was no longer just a pawn in someone else's game.

Vivian's hands fisted the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she arched her back, presenting herself to Reginald with an urgency that bordered on desperation. "Fuck me," she pleaded, her voice husky with need, "like you've never fucked anyone before."

Reginald needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her with a raw, untamed hunger. The sound of their flesh meeting echoed through the room, a primal symphony that was punctuated by Vivi's unrestrained moans.

Each thrust drove her further into the abyss of her own untamed desires, a place where the lines between anger and arousal blurred into one. She cried out with every powerful surge, her voice carrying through the mansion's opulent halls, a brazen siren song intended for one listener alone.

In the adjacent room, the rhythmic crescendo of Vivi's pleasure sliced through the thin veil of Damien's consciousness. Ava's skilled hands and eager mouth were no match for the sound that now invaded his senses. His mind raced, each of Vivi's moans a stark reminder of what he had shared with her, what he had carelessly thrown away.

Ava, oblivious to the inner turmoil she was unwittingly fueling, continued her seduction, her confidence unwavering. But Damien's body was no longer in sync with the woman before him. His thoughts were consumed by the woman next door, the woman who was meant to be his stepmother, the woman whose sounds of ecstasy were a direct challenge to his very soul.

With each cry that spilled from Vivi's lips, something within Damien shifted. A cocktail of emotions—jealousy, regret, and a possessive fervor—threatened to tear him apart. He could no longer ignore the truth that had been staring him in the face: he wanted Vivi in a way that defied logic and morality.

Vivi's cries grew louder, a defiant declaration of her presence, her existence. She was no longer just a pawn in her family's machinations or a trophy to be claimed by Reginald. She was a force to be reckoned with, a woman whose desires could not be contained or denied.

As the walls of the mansion reverberated with the sounds of passion and the echoes of Vivi's unbridled cries, Damien's resolve began to crumble. The realization hit him like a freight train: he had to have her. Not as a fleeting conquest, but as something more, something that transcended the tangled web of relationships that bound them together.

The question now was how to untangle the mess they had created. How to claim Vivi as his own without destroying the fragile balance of their intertwined lives. But in that moment, as Vivi's moans of pleasure continued to fill the air, Damien knew one thing for certain—he would not rest until he had Vivi, consequences be damned.
Trapped by my stepson
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