Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Sisterly Venom

The penthouse door clicked open before Lila could even pull on a robe.

Serena stormed in like she owned the place—hair perfectly tousled, designer dress clinging to every curve, red lips pressed into a furious line. Her eyes landed on Lila first, still wrapped in the silk sheet on the edge of the bed, hair wild from Damien’s hands.

“You actually did it,” Serena spat, voice dripping venom. “You pathetic little slut. Couldn’t even keep your legs closed for one night?”

Lila’s cheeks burned, but she lifted her chin. “You’re the one who sold me to him, Serena. Remember?”

Before Serena could fire back, Damien stepped out of the walk-in closet, buttoning a crisp black shirt. The air in the room thickened instantly. He moved with that lazy predatory grace, eyes flicking between the two sisters like he was deciding which one to ruin first.

“Serena,” he said coolly, as if greeting a mildly annoying business associate. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Though I suppose I should thank you.”

Serena’s gaze snapped to him, softening into the calculated seduction Lila had seen her use a thousand times. She sauntered closer, hips swaying. “Damien, darling. This is clearly a misunderstanding. Lila has always been jealous. She tricked you—impersonated me. We can fix this quietly. Annul it. I’ll take my place as your wife, just like we planned.”

Damien’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. He crossed to Lila instead, sliding a possessive hand down her bare back, fingers tracing the faint red marks he’d left along her spine. Lila shivered under his touch, the sheet slipping lower.

“I don’t want fixes,” he murmured, loud enough for Serena to hear. “I want her.”

Serena’s face twisted. “You can’t be serious. She’s nobody. A waitress who draws shitty little pictures in her spare time. I have the connections, the name—”

“And she has the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” Damien cut in flatly. His hand dipped lower, cupping Lila’s ass under the sheet. “She moaned like she was made for me. Came so hard she nearly passed out. Tell your sister how many times you came last night, wife.”

Lila’s breath caught. Shame and arousal warred inside her. Serena was staring daggers, cheeks flushed with rage.

“Three,” Lila whispered, voice hoarse.

Damien chuckled darkly. “Four, actually. You lost count after I had you against the window.” He turned his head toward Serena without releasing Lila. “You were going to drug me on our wedding night and run, weren’t you? I had investigators on you weeks ago. The only reason I didn’t cancel was curiosity.”

Serena’s perfect mask cracked. “You bastard—”

“No,” Damien interrupted, voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “The only bastard here is the one who tried to bribe her own sister into my bed and expected gratitude. Lila stayed. She took every inch I gave her. And now…” He pulled the sheet away slowly, exposing Lila’s naked body to the cool air and her sister’s furious gaze. “She’s going to take more. While you watch what you threw away.”

Lila’s heart hammered. “Damien—”

He silenced her with a deep kiss, tongue stroking hers until her head spun. When he pulled back, his eyes were blazing. “On the bed, Lila. On your back. Legs open for your husband.”

She obeyed, pulse racing, as Serena stood frozen near the door.

Damien shed his shirt, revealing the hard planes of muscle and the trail of dark hair disappearing into his pants. He crawled over Lila, settling between her thighs. His mouth found her breast, sucking hard on one nipple while his fingers teased the other. She arched, gasping, embarrassment flooding her even as fresh wetness slicked her folds.

“Look at your sister, Lila,” he ordered against her skin. “Let her see how wet you get for me.”

Lila turned her head. Serena’s fists were clenched, lips pressed thin, but she hadn’t left. Her eyes were locked on them—jealousy burning bright.

Damien kissed down Lila’s stomach, slow and deliberate, until his breath ghosted over her aching core. “Such a pretty cunt,” he praised, then licked a long, filthy stripe up her slit. Lila cried out, fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured her. His tongue circled her clit, two fingers curling inside her, stroking that perfect spot while he sucked.

Pleasure built fast and vicious. Lila’s hips bucked against his face, moans spilling freely now. Serena made a choked sound—half rage, half something else.

“Come for me,” Damien growled against her. “Show her who my wife is.”

Lila shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, thighs trembling around his head as she cried out his name. He didn’t stop, licking her through it until she was whimpering, oversensitive and dripping.

Only then did he rise, shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, still glistening from last night. He hooked Lila’s legs over his shoulders and thrust in deep, bottoming out in one stroke.

“Fuck!” she sobbed, nails digging into his back.

He fucked her hard—deep, possessive strokes that made the bed creak. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room. Every thrust pushed her higher, pleasure bordering on pain in the best way. Damien’s hand found her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes flutter.

“Mine,” he snarled. “Say it while she watches.”

“I’m yours—oh god, Damien, I’m yours!”

Serena finally moved, stepping closer despite herself. “Stop this. Lila, you don’t deserve him. You never have.”

Damien laughed, low and breathless, without breaking rhythm. “She deserves every drop I’m about to give her.” He pounded harder, grinding against Lila’s clit with every thrust. “And you’re going to leave with nothing but the memory of what could have been yours.”

Lila came again, clenching around him so tightly he groaned. Damien followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding her with heat, hips jerking as he claimed her completely.

For a long moment, the only sounds were heavy breathing and the distant city hum far below.

Damien pulled out slowly, watching his release trickle down Lila’s thigh with dark satisfaction. He kissed her softly on the forehead—surprisingly tender—then turned to Serena.

“Get out. And if you ever try to come between us again…” His voice went ice-cold. “I’ll destroy everything you love. Starting with that pathetic boyfriend you were planning to run away with.”

Serena’s face paled. She shot one last venomous look at Lila, then turned on her heel and slammed the door behind her.

Lila lay there, body humming, mind reeling. “What now?” she whispered.

Damien stretched out beside her, pulling her into his chest. His hand stroked lazily between her legs, smearing his cum over her swollen folds. “Now, wife… we make this real. Starting with moving your things in today. And tonight…” He nipped her earlobe. “I’m taking you to the gala. Where everyone will see exactly who I chose.”

But as Lila drifted in his arms, a new fear bloomed. Serena never backed down. And a desperate, jealous woman with nothing left to lose was the most dangerous kind.

Especially when she knew every dirty secret their family had ever buried.