Crossing the Forbidden Line

Victor’s announcement made my heart race with fear and excitement at the same time.

“I am leaving for London tonight for three days,” Victor said during breakfast. “Important meetings. Behave yourself while I am gone, Ava.”

“Yes, Victor,” I replied quietly, keeping my eyes down.

The moment his private jet left New York, something inside me shifted. I tried to fight it all day. I stayed in my room, but my mind kept replaying Damien’s kiss against the piano. I felt terrible. I had sold myself to an old man, and now I could not stop thinking about his son.

Evening came. I drank more whiskey than I should have. The alcohol made my skin feel hot. I stood in the living room when I heard his footsteps.

Damien walked in slowly. His eyes looked dark and hungry.

“You have been avoiding me again,” he said.

“I had to,” I whispered. “What we did last night was wrong. I am your father’s wife. I feel so guilty.”

He stepped closer. “Guilty? You kissed me back like you wanted it.”

I looked away. “I should not want it. I sold myself to your father. He is old enough to be my dad. Every time I think about him touching me, I feel sick. But when you look at me… I feel something else. Something I should not feel.”

Damien poured two glasses of whiskey and handed me one. “Then stop fighting it, Ava. Tell me the truth.”

I took a big sip. The warm liquid gave me courage. “I hate myself for wanting you. I feel dirty for marrying him for money. But ever since you touched me, I keep thinking about you. I should not want my stepson. This is so wrong.”

He drank his whiskey in one gulp and put the glass down. “I hate what you did too. But I need you. I need to fuck you so badly it hurts.”

We started circling each other in the living room. My heart beat faster with every step. The air felt thick with tension.

“Damien, please,” I said softly. “We should stop before we do something we cannot take back.”

“No. I am done holding back.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the master bedroom. Victor’s bedroom.

Inside the room, he closed the door. My legs felt weak as I stood near the huge bed.

“This is his bed,” I said. “We cannot do this here.”

Damien moved fast. He grabbed the front of my silk dress and ripped it open. “I hate you for making me want you like this,” he growled. “But I need to fuck you more than I need air.”

I gasped as the dress fell to the floor. Instead of pushing him away, I grabbed his shirt. “I want you too,” I admitted in a shaky voice. “God help me, but I do. I feel so ashamed, but my body aches for you.”

He pushed me onto the massive bed. I lay back and spread my legs for him. Damien dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue licked me with strong, hungry strokes while his fingers pushed deep inside.

“Oh my God, Damien,” I moaned loudly. “That feels so good. I should not want this, but please do not stop.”

He sucked on my most sensitive spot and moved his fingers faster. “You are so wet for me. Say it, Ava. Tell me you want your stepson.”

“I want you,” I cried out. “I want you so much it scares me.”

The pleasure built fast. I clutched the sheets tightly as my body shook. I came hard, screaming his name while waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Before I could catch my breath, Damien flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up and thrust into me in one deep stroke.

“Fuck, Ava,” he groaned. “You are so tight and wet.”

He started pounding into me hard and fast. I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. “Harder,” I begged. “Please, Damien.”

He fisted my hair and pulled my head back. “You are dripping for your stepson while your husband is gone. Say it.”

“Yes,” I moaned shamelessly. “I am dripping for you. Fuck me harder.”

He slapped my ass and drove deeper. The pleasure was intense. I came again violently, my whole body trembling as I moaned his name.

Damien pulled out and lay on his back. “Ride me. I want to watch you.”

I climbed on top of him without hesitation. I sank down slowly, taking every inch of him. It felt so deep. I started moving my hips faster. My breasts bounced as I rode him.

“Look at you,” he said. He grabbed my breasts and sucked hard on my nipples. “You are mine now.”

“I should not be doing this,” I panted, still riding him desperately. “But I cannot stop. I want you too much.”

We came together. I cried out as he filled me completely.

We were still not satisfied. Damien carried me to the shower. Hot water poured over our bodies. He pressed my back against the tiles, lifted one of my legs, and thrust into me again.

“I want you,” I whispered against his mouth as he fucked me deep. “Even though it is wrong, I want you so badly.”

He pounded into me until we both came once more. My legs shook when he finally turned off the water.

We collapsed onto the ruined bed. I lay against his chest, breathing hard. Reality slowly came back.

“What have I done?” I whispered. Tears filled my eyes. “I sold myself to your father and now I begged his son to fuck me in his own bed. I feel so guilty, but I cannot regret it. I wanted you too.”

Damien lit a cigarette and took a long drag. He looked down at me with dark, possessive eyes. “You belong to me now, Ava. Not him.”

I wanted to argue, but deep down I knew he was right. My body still hummed with pleasure from everything we had done.

Suddenly, Damien’s phone rang on the nightstand. He reached over and answered it.

His face became serious. “What? When?”

He listened quietly then ended the call. He looked straight at me.

“Victor is cutting his trip short. He will be back tomorrow morning.”