The car came to a stop, and Damian stepped out first. His movements were majestic. He circled to open the door for her, and Ava stumbled out, holding her heels like her life depended on it. She paused in his driveway, her eyes widening as her gaze lifted to the mansion before her.
"This…" she whispered, her lips parting in awe. "This is where you live?"
He did not answer, only led the way inside. Ava trailed after him.
The house seemed almost unreal, like something you only see in the movies, so much space, it looked like those King Mansions..
"Wow," she exhaled. "You live here, you must be Ri….ch."
Damian's expression didn't change. He took off his jacket and set it down on the arm of a chair. "There's a guest room upstairs. You can take a bath and rest if you want, or we can have some fun. Your choice."
Ava smirked, swaying toward him, her bare feet silent against the cold floor. "Bath? Rest or sexual fun, her voice dropped, playful, teasing. "I knew you wanted to screw me."
His brows furrowed, his tone even but clipped. "What exactly are you expecting when you came home with a full-fleshed man?"
She tilted her head, studying him with intoxicated curiosity. Damian was handsome up close—his jaw was strong and defined, piercing blue eyes roamed over her, as if they could strip her bare. Normally, she avoided men like him—too refined, he is a bad boy —but tonight, she doesn't mind the aftermath.
"You're very serious," she murmured, stepping closer. "Do you really want me or ...."
Damian stiffened when her fingers brushed lightly against his shirt. He wanted to step back and remind her she was drunk, probably unaware of her actions. So she doesn't get to blame him in the morning, but instead, fire in her eyes held him captive, the delicate curve of her lips, the way she leaned into him without hesitation.
"You don't even know my name," she teased, lips curving into a dangerous smile.
"That's correct," he said flatly. "And you don't know mine."
"Does it matter?" she whispered, and before he could answer, she rose on tiptoe and kissed him.
Damian is shocked. Her lips were soft, warm, tasting faintly of vodka. He hadn't expected it. A stranger in his house, fearless enough to throw herself at him. She is not even scared that he might hurt or kidnap her since he is a stranger. His hands twitched at his sides, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. He wanted this, but he wants to make sure she knows exactly what she is doing to him.
She kissed him again, more insistent this time, fingers slipping to his collar. "You're thinking too much," she breathed against his mouth. "Stop."
He caught her by the waist, his grip firm, steadying her as if she might dissolve under his touch. She laughed softly, the sound inviting, before tugging him toward the stairs.
He let her lead.
Damian steadied Ava as they stumbled into the bedroom, her laughter soft and unsteady from the drinks still lingering in her system. She was drunk, yes, but she is in control.
He laid her down carefully, but Ava pushed at his chest with surprising strength. "No," she whispered, her breath hot. "Not tonight. I want to be in control."
Damian froze, his gaze searching hers. "You…"
"I mean it." Her voice cracked, a mix of nerves and alcohol. "I've never been in control of anyone. Always just… following. But tonight, it's me. I hope you understand."
The boldness in her eyes left him no choice but to obey. He lay back onto the mattress, his chest rising and falling as he watched her strip away the last of her clothes with clumsy eagerness. She climbed between his legs, her hair so messy, and wrapped her hand around his hardening shaft.
Her giggle slipped out, almost shy, but it faded as fascination took over. "Oh my God… you're so hard," she murmured, stroking him, her drunken state making her movements bold but sloppy. Then, before he could respond, her lips parted and she took him into her mouth.
"Christ, Ava," Damian screamed, his voice rough as his hands gripped the crown of her head.
She sucked eagerly, her tongue tracing his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to take more of him. Her free hand slipped between her thighs, fingers rubbing herself as she moaned around his cock. The sound of it, the messy, wet noise—made Damian curse aloud. Damian is about to explode from pleasure.
When she pulled back, catching her breath, her lips shone with him. "You like it?" she asked, her words slightly slurred but her tone daring.
"You're good, but I want you to show me more of your skills," he rasped, his blue eyes wild with hunger.
That was all the encouragement she needed. She climbed higher, straddling his waist, her hands pressing against his chest to steady herself. His cock pressed hot against her entrance, and she hesitated only for a moment, scared, trembling—but then whispered to herself: I can do this. I'm in control.
And slowly, she sank on him.
The stretch made her gasp, her nails digging into his skin. Damn, his cock was huge and long. Then Damian groaned beneath her, his voice ragged, and he let her take her time. Inch by inch, she swallowed him until he was buried inside her.
She began to move her hips, shaky at first, then she became bolder. Her moans filled the room, mixing with Damian's moans as he matched her movements with his powerful thrusts. They were sweating as if they were running a marathon, their bodies moving in perfect sync, and the room was filled with the groans of two people banging each other.
Ava's thoughts, this is the first time she feels alive, but the truth remains: she never had this type {cock}before. She was in control.
She was about to cum, she cried out, trembling as the orgasm tore through her body, leaving her clinging to Damian's chest. His release was more intense, like he was on fire; he shot his seed deep inside her.
When it was over, Ava collapsed against him. She was breathing like she had just jogged, her body still shaking from orgasm. Damian wrapped his arms around her, his lips pressing against her forehead in silence.
For the first time, Ava felt like she was in control. Used and unsatisfied. She drifted off in his arms, tired and drunk, but she was filled with contentment she had never known.
She knew she might regret her actions in the morning.
But for tonight, she is happy and satisfied in the arms of Mr stranger.