Chapter 7

Tania's POV 

I turned. Marcus, the one who always acted like a walking shadow. He stepped inside, eyes darting between us.

West straightened immediately, the warmth in his tone gone. “What is it?”

“There’s been a call,” Marcus said. “They found something. You’ll want to see it.”

West’s jaw tightened. “Give me ten minutes.”

Marcus glanced at me again, unreadable, then left.

West exhaled hard and ran a hand through his hair. “See? That’s exactly what I meant. You shouldn’t be out there.”

I nodded, pretending to listen, though my mind was still replaying the look he’d given me moments ago that flicker of something human underneath all his control.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll be more cautious next time.”

He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t push either.

As he headed for the door, he stopped and looked back. “Whatever that was tonight… don’t do it again.”

“Why?” I asked.

West's POV

I never thought I'd find myself in this situation, with Tania, the ex-wife of my rival, staring at me with those sultry eyes. She was a bombshell, no doubt about that, with curves that could make a grown man weep. But I had to remind myself, this wasn't about love or lust. This was about revenge.

We were in my apartment, a place I'd never thought she'd set foot in. She was standing in front of me, her lips curled into a smirk. "You know, West," she purred, "I always knew you had a thing for me."

I scoffed, trying to maintain my cool. "You flatter yourself, Tania, if this is still about helping you get revenge I don't want to, please for crying out loud." But I couldn't deny the heat that was rising in my body. She was wearing a dress that left little to the imagination, her cleavage on full display. I could feel my dick twitching in my pants.

She moved closer, her hips swaying seductively. "You can't fool me, West. I can see it in your eyes." She reached out, her fingers brushing against my chest. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. "You want me just as much as I want you."

I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the desire that was building inside me. "You're playing a dangerous game, Tania."

She laughed, a sound that was both sweet and wicked. "I'm not playing, West. I'm all in." She leaned in, her lips inches away from mine. "Are you?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her towards me. Our lips crashed together, a kiss that was both passionate and angry. I could taste the sweetness of her lips, the heat of her breath. I wanted to devour her, to make her mine.

But as quickly as it started, I pulled away. "Fuck," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "This is a mistake."

She looked at me, her eyes full of desire. "It doesn't have to be, West." She moved closer again, her hand reaching down to cup my dick through my pants. "We can have fun, no strings attached."

I groaned, my body betraying me. I wanted her, there was no denying that. But I had to remember why I was doing this. This wasn't about pleasure, it was about revenge.

She started to unbutton my pants, her fingers moving with a skill that left me breathless. "You know you want this, West," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "You want to feel me, to taste me."

I couldn't resist anymore. I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. I kissed her neck, my lips moving down to her collarbone. I could feel her pulse racing under my lips.

She moaned, her hand moving inside my pants to stroke my dick. "God, you're so hard," she breathed.

I pushed her onto the couch, my hands moving to her breasts. I squeezed them, feeling their fullness in my hands. I moved down, my lips kissing her stomach, my hands moving to her thighs.

She spread her legs, revealing her pussy. It was glistening with desire, a sight that made my dick twitch. I moved down, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She tasted sweet, a flavor that was addictive.

I moved my tongue inside her, my fingers moving to her clit. I could feel her body trembling under me, her moans filling the room. I wanted to make her come, to hear her scream my name.

She grabbed my hair, pulling me closer. "Fuck, West," she moaned. "Don't stop."

I didn't stop, my tongue moving faster. I could feel her body tensing, her moans getting louder. And then she came, her body shaking as she screamed my name.

I moved up, my dick pressing against her pussy. I wanted to fuck her, to make her mine. But I had to remember why I was doing this. This wasn't about pleasure, it was about something else. 

I pulled away, my body aching with desire. "This was a mistake," I muttered, buttoning up my pants.

She looked at me, her eyes full of desire. "It doesn't have to be, West. We can have fun, why are you being so hard on yourself."

I shook my head, trying to ignore the ache in my body. "This was a mistake," I repeated, heading towards the door. "I can't do this."

As I walked out of the apartment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfacti

on. I had tasted her, felt her desire. And now, I had the power.