Chapter 7

Vivi's heart skipped a beat at the knock. She tightened her robe, composing herself.

"Who is it?" she called out, expecting Reginald's gruff voice.

"It's Damien."

Relief washed over her, quickly followed by a surge of anxiety. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.

The door opened, and Damien stepped in, his eyes intense and searching. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension.

"What the hell is all this, Vivi?" he demanded, his voice low and tight. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Vivi's eyes flashed. "Tell you? I could ask you the same thing. You knew your father was getting married. Why didn't you say anything?"

Damien ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every movement. "I didn't know it was you. How could I have known?"

"And how was I supposed to know it was your father?" Vivi shot back, her voice rising. "I didn't even know his name until today!"

They stood there, staring at each other, the weight of their shared secret hanging heavily between them. Damien took a step closer, and Vivi felt her breath catch in her throat.

"This is insane," he muttered, shaking his head. "You're my stepmother now. After what happened between us..."

"It was one night," Vivi interrupted, her voice sharp. "That's all it was supposed to be."

But even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true. The memory of their night together lingered, refusing to fade away like all her other meaningless encounters.

Damien's eyes bore into hers, searching for something. "Was it really just that for you?"

Damien's gaze lingered on Vivi, the air between them electric with the illicitness of their shared secret. The memory of their night together, the taste of her skin, the sounds she made when she came undone—it was an intoxicating poison in his veins, clouding his judgment.

"Was it really just that for you?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vivi's breath hitched as she held his gaze, her resolve wavering under the heat of his stare. "It was supposed to be," she admitted, her voice trembling with the effort to maintain control.

Damien closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to look at him. "And yet, here we are," he said, the words a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Before she could respond, his lips crashed into hers, fierce and demanding. It was a kiss born of anger, of possession, of a desire so potent it threatened to consume them both. Vivi's resistance crumbled under the onslaught, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

Their hands fumbled with buttons and zippers, desperate to rediscover the heat of their naked flesh. Damien's fingers found the sash of her robe, yanking it open to reveal the smooth expanse of her skin. He groaned at the sight, his cock hardening at the memory of being inside her.

Vivi gasped as he lifted her onto the bed, his mouth trailing a path of fire down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still. His hands parted her thighs, his breath hot against her pussy.

"Damien, we can't," she protested weakly, even as her hips arched towards his mouth.

"But we will," he murmured against her, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of her sex.

Vivi's fingers twisted in his hair as he feasted on her, each stroke of his tongue pushing her closer to the edge. She was panting now, her body trembling with the need for release.

"Please," she begged, the word a broken plea in the silence of the room.

Damien needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock teasing her wetness. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her.

Vivi cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. They moved together in a frenzy, each thrust stoking the inferno that raged between them.

He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up to meet his thrusts. Vivi's fingers clawed at the sheets as he slammed into her, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the room.

"Harder," she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Damien obliged, his pace relentless, each stroke of his cock pushing her towards another orgasm. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he pounded into her.

Vivi's body stiffened, her inner walls clamping around him as she came, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. But Damien wasn't done yet.

Damien's breath came in ragged gasps, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their union. But the sight of Vivi, flushed and spent on the bed, only served to stoke the fire of his desire. With a grip as firm as his resolve, he pulled her off the bed and onto her knees before him.

Vivi's eyes widened, a spark of defiance flickering within their depths, only to be extinguished by the raw need that mirrored her own. She allowed him to guide her, her lips parting as he pushed his cock towards her mouth. The salty tang of his arousal met her tongue, a taste that was both familiar and forbidden.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping the strands tightly as he began to move. Vivi's hands found purchase on his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she took him deeper. She looked up at him, her eyes watering from the intensity of his thrusts, but there was no mistaking the fierce satisfaction that burned within her gaze.

Damien's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as Vivi worked her magic. Her mouth was a hot, wet vise, her tongue swirling around his shaft with an expertise that left him teetering on the edge of oblivion.

Vivi reveled in the feeling of being manhandled by him, her body humming with a potent mix of submission and power. She knew she had him under her spell, just as he had ensnared her. Each bob of her head, each eager swallow, brought him closer to the brink.

The room was filled with the sounds of their coupling—the wet suction of her mouth, his ragged breaths, the obscene slap of flesh against flesh. It was a symphony of sin, a testament to their shared abandon.

Damien's grip tightened, his hips bucking as he fought the urge to come. But Vivi was relentless, her determination to wring every last ounce of pleasure from his body matching his own.

With a final, shuddering cry, Damien surrendered to the inevitable, his seed spilling into Vivi's waiting mouth. She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his as she milked him dry.

Spent, Damien released his hold on her hair, his cock slipping from her lips as he sagged against the bed. Vivi sat back on her heels, a smug smile playing on her lips as she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.