Chapter 5: Tangled in Desire

Ava moved through the party like a ghost in her own skin. Her legs still felt unsteady from the intense fucking in the private suite. Damon’s cum continued to leak slowly into her panties. A constant filthy reminder of what they had done. What they had done multiple times. Her pussy felt tender. Swollen from being stretched so thoroughly by his thick cock. Yet the molly kept a warm glow humming through her veins. Making her crave his touch again even as guilt began to settle in her chest.

Emma found her near the bar. Her best friend’s cheeks were flushed from dancing and drinks. “There you are again. You keep disappearing. Everything okay? You look a little dazed.”

Ava forced a bright smile. She hoped the dim lighting hid the marks Damon had left on her neck. The faint bite on her shoulder. “Yeah. Just the champagne hitting me hard. Plus that pill we took. It is strong stuff. I needed some quiet moments.”

Emma laughed and hugged her tightly. “My bad for pushing it on you. But you deserve to let loose. You work too hard. Come dance with me. The night is not over yet.”

As they moved to the dance floor Ava felt eyes on her again. Damon’s gaze followed her every step. Possessive and hungry. She tried not to look at him directly. But her body responded anyway. Her nipples tightened. Heat pooled low in her belly. Emma chattered happily beside her. Completely unaware that her best friend had just been railed senseless by her older brother. The secret burned like acid and thrilled her at the same time.

They danced for a while. Ava lost herself in the music. Her hips swayed. But every movement reminded her of how Damon had taken her from behind. How he had folded her in half and pounded deep. She grew wetter. The combination of leftover cum and fresh arousal made her thighs slippery.

Damon appeared at the edge of the floor again. He cut in smoothly. His hand settled on Ava’s waist as if it belonged there. “Mind if I steal her for a dance, sis?”

Emma waved them off with a grin. “Go for it. Just do not scare her away with your brooding billionaire act.”

If only Emma knew. Damon pulled Ava close. Their bodies pressed together in the crowd. His erection was already hard against her stomach. “I cannot stop thinking about your tight pussy,” he murmured into her ear. His breath hot. “How it milked my cock when you came. How my cum is still inside you right now.”

Ava shivered. She ground against him subtly. The molly made her bold. “This is dangerous. Emma is right there.”

“That is what makes it so fucking hot.” His hand slid down to cup her ass. Squeezing possessively. “I want to take you home with me. My penthouse. Where I can fuck you properly. All night. In my bed. Against the windows overlooking the city. Until you cannot walk straight.”

The offer tempted her more than she wanted to admit. But she shook her head. “I cannot disappear all night. It will look suspicious.”

Damon growled softly. He nipped at her earlobe. “Then meet me in the hallway again in ten minutes. I need to taste you one more time before this party ends.”

He released her and melted back into the crowd. Ava’s heart raced. She danced with Emma for a few more songs. Laughing at jokes. Pretending everything was normal. But her mind was filled with Damon. His cock. His dirty words. The way he owned her body so completely.

After what felt like an eternity she excused herself. Claiming she needed the restroom. Instead she slipped into the same dimly lit hallway. Damon was waiting. He pulled her into the suite without a word. This time he did not bother with slow buildup.

He pushed her against the door the second it closed. Kissing her fiercely. His tongue invaded her mouth. Claiming. Dominating. His hands roamed everywhere. Squeezing her breasts. Pinching her nipples until she moaned into him. He shoved her dress up again. Dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs.

“Fuck. You are still full of my cum,” he groaned. He licked her eagerly. Cleaning her pussy with long strokes of his tongue. Sucking her clit while pushing two fingers inside her. The wet obscene sounds filled the small space. Ava gripped his hair. Riding his face shamelessly. The molly amplified every lick. Every thrust of his fingers. Pleasure crashed through her fast.

She came hard. Biting her lip to stifle her cries. Her juices mixed with his earlier release coated his chin. Damon stood up. His eyes wild with lust. He freed his cock. Thick and veined and rock hard again. “Turn around. Hands on the door.”

Ava obeyed. She braced herself. Ass pushed out. He kicked her legs wider. Rubbed his cockhead along her soaked slit. Then slammed in deep. One brutal thrust that made her gasp. He fucked her hard and fast. Like he was punishing her for making him wait. His hips slapped against her ass. Balls hitting her clit with every stroke.

“Take it,” he grunted. One hand fisted in her hair. The other reached around to rub her clit. “This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.”

“It belongs to you,” Ava panted. She pushed back to meet his thrusts. Loving the way he filled her completely. The stretch. The depth. The raw power. “Fuck me harder. Please Damon.”

He gave her what she asked for. Pounding relentlessly. The door rattled under her hands. If anyone walked by they would hear everything. The risk heightened everything. Ava came again. Her walls fluttering around his thick shaft. Squeezing him tight.

Damon pulled out at the last second. He spun her around and dropped to his knees once more. This time he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. Devouring her through the aftershocks. Then he stood. Lifted her completely. Her back against the door. Legs wrapped around his waist. He thrust up into her. Gravity helping him go impossibly deep.

Ava clung to his shoulders. Moaning with every powerful upward stroke. Her breasts bounced in his face. He captured a nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard through the fabric. Biting gently. The pleasure bordered on overwhelming. The drug made her feel like she could come forever.

“I am going to fill you again,” he growled against her skin. His pace grew frantic. “Want you dripping with my cum when you go back to my sister.”

The filthy words sent her over the edge one final time. Ava buried her face in his neck. Crying out as her orgasm ripped through her. Damon followed right behind. Groaning deeply as he emptied himself inside her. Hot pulses of cum flooding her womb. So much it leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting through his release.

They stayed locked together. Panting. Sweaty. His cock softening slowly inside her. Damon kissed her tenderly this time. Almost sweetly. His hands stroked her back. “You are addicting, Ava. I have never wanted anyone like this.”

She felt the same terrifying pull. But reality crashed back harder now. “We have to stop. Emma will notice. This cannot happen again.”

Even as she said it she knew it was a lie. Damon smiled against her lips. “It will happen again. Many times. I will text you my private number. You will come to me whenever I call. Understand?”

Ava nodded weakly. Her body still hummed with satisfaction. They cleaned up as best they could. Damon helped straighten her dress. Stealing kisses between every adjustment. His fingers dipped between her legs one last time. Pushing his leaking cum back inside her. “Keep me with you tonight.”

They returned to the party separately. The night wound down slowly. Guests began to leave. Emma hugged Ava goodbye at the valet. “Best birthday ever. Thanks for being here. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Ava replied. The words tasted bitter with guilt. She watched Emma climb into a car with friends. Then she turned. Damon waited by a sleek black luxury SUV. His driver discreet.

“Get in,” he said simply. “I am taking you home. My home.”

Ava hesitated for only a second. The pull was too strong. The molly still lingered. Her body still craved him. She slid into the backseat beside him. The door closed. Tinted windows hid them from the world.

As the car pulled away Damon slid his hand up her thigh. Fingers finding her soaked pussy again. “We are not done yet. Not even close.”

The drive to his penthouse stretched ahead. Full of possibilities. Ava leaned into his touch. Knowing she was crossing more lines than she could count. But with Damon’s fingers stroking her clit and his mouth claiming hers once more she could not find the strength to care.

The real storm was coming. Family secrets. Jealousy. The risk of everything blowing up in their faces. But for tonight she surrendered completely. Letting the billionaire take her deeper into sin.