Chapter 25

The sharp crack of a slap reverberated through the room, snapping Damien back to the present. Ava stood before him, her eyes ablaze with a fiery mix of anger and arousal. They had dressed again, for Damien to drop her off. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded, her voice a low growl. "You're here with me, not out there with her."

Damien's gaze focused on Ava, the sting of her hand still burning on his cheek. He knew she was right; he was with her, yet his mind was ensnared by the sounds seeping through the walls. Ava's lips curled into a seductive smirk as she began to undress, her movements deliberate and charged with an animalistic intensity.

"Forget about her," Ava commanded, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a lacy black bra. "I'm here, Damien. I'm real, and I'm ready for you."

She stepped closer, her hand trailing down his chest, fingers teasing the waistband of his pants. "Take me harder than your father is taking that woman," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Man up and fuck me mindlessly. Show me what you're really made of."

Damien's breath hitched as Ava's words stoked the embers of his desire. He could feel the heat of her body, the intoxicating scent of her perfume enveloping him. She was a temptress, weaving a spell with her boldness, her confidence, her raw, unapologetic sexuality.

In one swift motion, Ava yanked his pants down, her eyes lighting up at the sight of his arousal. She pushed him back onto the bed, her hands splayed across his chest, pinning him down. "You're mine, Damien," she declared, her voice dripping with lustful authority. "And I'm going to ride you until you forget all about her."

Straddling him, Ava moved with a feline grace, her body undulating as she took control. She rolled her hips, her wet heat teasing him, tempting him to the brink of madness. "You want this, don't you?" she purred, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "You want to forget about everything else and just lose yourself in me."

Damien's response was visceral, a deep-seated need that clawed its way to the surface. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust upwards, burying himself inside her. Ava threw her head back, a triumphant smile playing on her lips as she began to ride him with wild abandon.

The world outside ceased to exist as Damien gave in to the tempest of Ava's passion. Each powerful stroke was a testament to her dominance, her command over his body. She was relentless, her movements fluid and demanding, driving him deeper and deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

"Harder," Ava urged, her voice a siren's call that drowned out all reason. "Fuck me like you're claiming what's yours."

Their bodies moved as one, a frenzied dance of carnal lust that left them both breathless and desperate for release. Damien could feel the tension coiling within him, a relentless pressure that threatened to shatter his very being.

Ava leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a searing kiss that spoke of possession and power. "Cum for me, Damien," she whispered, her words igniting the fire that raged within him. "Let go and give in to me."

With a guttural groan, Damien surrendered to the overwhelming wave of ecstasy that crashed over him. His body convulsed, every muscle tightening as he spilled himself into her, the intensity of his climax obliterating all thoughts of Vivi and the torturous symphony of her moans.

For a moment, there was nothing but the pulsing aftermath of their frantic coupling, the air charged with the scent of sex and sweat. Ava collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps, a satisfied smile curling her lips.

"That's what you needed," she murmured, her voice soft yet filled with an undeniable truth. "To forget, if only for a moment."

Damien said nothing, his mind still reeling from the force of their passion. He knew that Ava had given him a temporary reprieve, a brief escape from the complex web of desire and duty that ensnared him. But as the silence of the room enveloped them, he couldn't shake the feeling that his heart was still anchored to the woman on the other side of the wall.

Vivi's heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm matching the relentless fury of Reginald's thrusts. She had initiated this fervent coupling, driven by a mixture of anger and a desperate need to reclaim some semblance of control. As Reginald's hands roamed her body, claiming what he believed to be his, Vivi's thoughts were consumed by Damien. She wanted him to hear her, to know what he was missing, to feel the sting of jealousy that she herself could not escape.

The door to their room was left ajar, a deliberate oversight that allowed the sounds of their passion to travel beyond their private sanctuary. With each moan that escaped her lips, Vivi imagined Damien's face, his own desire tinged with the agony of knowing she was with another man—his father, no less.

Reginald, oblivious to Vivi's inner turmoil, was lost in the throes of his conquest. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her onto him with an urgency that spoke of ownership and raw, unbridled lust. "You're mine," he growled, his voice a low rumble that filled the room. "Say it, Vivi. Say you're mine."

Vivi obliged, her voice loud and clear, a siren's call intended for one set of ears alone. "I'm yours, Reginald," she cried out, emphasizing each word, hoping they would pierce through the walls and into the heart of the man she truly desired.

The bed creaked under their weight, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Vivi arched her back, her body moving instinctively to meet Reginald's demanding rhythm. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the moment, to embrace the chaos of her emotions.

As her pleasure built to a crescendo, Vivi's moans grew louder, more insistent. She was no longer in control, her body responding to Reginald's masterful touch with an abandon she had not anticipated. She felt herself teetering on the edge, the coil of tension within her tightening with each thrust.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice echoing through the room. "Harder. Make me forget everything else."

Reginald obliged, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. Vivi's cries of passion filled the room, a symphony of desire that she knew would not go unnoticed. And as she finally succumbed to the waves of her climax, her body shuddering beneath Reginald's, she couldn't help but imagine Damien's reaction to the sounds of her unbridled ecstasy.

Spent and breathless, Vivi lay in Reginald's arms, the aftermath of their lovemaking a tangled mess of sweat and satisfaction. But as the dust settled and the silence of the room enveloped them, a single thought lingered in her mind: had Damien heard her cries? And if he had, what would be the cost of this dangerous game they were playing?