All Chapters of The Maid's Deception: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

She came with a broken sob, her third orgasm of the afternoon, and felt him follow seconds later, filling her again.He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and before she could catch her breath, his mouth was between her thighs."Damien, I can't....it's too much....""You can." His tongue licked through her folds, tasting their combined release. "And you will. I'm not done with you yet."He ate her like a man starving, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, driving her higher despite her exhaustion.When he focused on her clit, sucking hard, she came again....a smaller orgasm but no less devastating.He kissed his way up her body, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard enough to leave a mark."Mine," he growled against her skin. "These perfect tits are mine. This pussy is mine. Every inch of you belongs to me."He switched to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, sucking and biting until she was whimpering, her body trembling with overstimulation.

Aria woke slowly, consciousness returning in waves.The first thing she registered was exhaustion....bone-deep, total, the kind that came from being thoroughly used. Her entire body felt heavy, like someone had replaced her bones with lead.The second thing was soreness. God, the soreness. Every muscle ached. Her thighs burned. Her core felt swollen and tender, a constant reminder of everything Damien had done to her yesterday.Six times. He'd made her come six times in the bedroom alone. Then once more against the bathroom wall. Then held her impaled on his cock in the bathtub for what felt like hours.She should feel destroyed. Should feel like she'd survived a natural disaster.Instead, she felt claimed. Possessed. Thoroughly, completely his.She opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.And found herself staring directly at Damien.He was lying beside her, still asleep, his face relaxed in a way she rarely saw when he was

ARIA'S POV - Monday Morning, 9:47 AMMonday morning arrived with the inevitability of sunrise.Aria woke in Damien's arms at his penthouse....she'd spent the entire weekend there, barely leaving his bed except for food and the occasional walk around his private terrace. Her body still ached pleasantly, a constant reminder of everything they'd done."Time to face reality," Damien murmured against her neck, his morning stubble scratching her skin in a way that made her shiver."Do we have to?""Yes. I have a company to run. And you have a job to pretend to do while actually just sitting at your desk looking beautiful and distracting me."She laughed, turned in his arms to face him. "That's not my job description.""It should be." He kissed her softly. "But unfortunately, the board expects actual productivity. So we're going to work. Together. Like a normal couple.""We're not a normal couple.""No," he agreed with a wicked smile. "We're really not."***BLACKWOOD ENTERPRISES - 47TH FLOO

The walk back to Damien's office felt like miles instead of feet.Every step sent the vibrator shifting inside her, the pulsing vibrations making her thighs tremble, her breath come in short gasps. She was acutely aware of every eye that might be watching her, every colleague who might notice the flush on her cheeks, the slight unsteadiness in her gait.Emma glanced up as she passed, raised an eyebrow. "You okay? You look flushed.""Fine," Aria managed, her voice barely steady. "Just....Mr. Blackwood needs something urgently.""I bet he does," Emma muttered with a knowing grin.Aria didn't respond, couldn't respond, because the vibrator intensified again and she had to grip the edge of someone's desk to stay upright.When she finally reached his office door, she didn't bother knocking. Just pushed it open, stumbled inside, and locked it behind her.Damien sat behind his desk, the picture of professional composure, except for his eyes. Those dark, hungry eyes that tracked her every mov

The afternoon was absolute torture.Aria sat at her desk, the vibrator humming on low inside her....a constant, maddening presence that made concentration impossible. Every time she shifted in her chair, every time she crossed her legs, every time she simply existed, she felt it.Felt the reminder that Damien controlled her pleasure. That he could make her come with the press of a button. That her body belonged to him in ways that went far beyond the physical.She'd managed to respond to exactly three emails in the past hour. Three. Her inbox had forty-seven unread messages, and she couldn't focus on any of them because all her attention was centered on the sensation between her thighs and the man watching her from his office.At 1:47, the vibration intensified.Not enough to make her come, but enough to make her gasp, her hands gripping the edge of her desk.She looked up, found Damien on a call, his expression professionally neutral except for his eyes. Those dark, knowing eyes that