Chapter 88: A Feast Before the Fall
At Starlink Apartment,
When Damien came downstairs, wrapped in a bathrobe, he saw Vivienne enjoying her drink on the couch, crossing her long legs while watching television. The silk had slipped down to her hips, revealing lacy underwear that left little to the imagination.
As if Vivienne had just noticed his presence, she rose gracefully. The hem brushed against her slender thighs in a way that could drive men wild. She turned off the television and passed by him.
She served him and began eating quietly.
The more he tried to focus on eating, the more his eyes shifted to her. Her flawless cleavage, the way her hair caressed her swells, and the way her lips pouted every time she took a sip of red wine.
The dining hall was filled only with the sound of silverware against fine china, but the temperature in the air was rising drastically.
Vivienne stood when she noticed Damien’s eyes were fixed on her body. "I’m full," she said simply, getting up to leave, but he grabbed her and pulled her back forcefully.
Before she could control herself, she was sitting on his lap with her legs spread, feeling his arousal pressing against her. A gasp escaped her lips when his mouth began its assault on her chest, as if he were starved.
Part of her flinched, but the sight of the tiny lens nestled between the flowers eased her tension. She let herself go and surrendered control, starting to enjoy what she craved—physical pleasure.
Not because she could seduce him, but because Damien was stepping toward his own destruction.
His hands moved mercilessly over her thighs, her waist, before he discarded her dress entirely. His mouth left marks along her neck as he moved lower, his actions becoming increasingly desperate and rough. Her responses only fueled his desire further.