Contracted sin

Burning in silence

Serena stood alone in the grand living room of the Vitale mansion, the silk robe she wore doing almost nothing to hide her body. The sheer black material was so delicate it was almost transparent under the low lighting. It clung to the full, heavy swell of her breasts, the outline of her hardened n*****s clearly visible. The robe barely reached the middle of her thighs, and every time she moved, it opened just enough to reveal the smooth skin between her legs she wore nothing underneath.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, still slightly damp from her shower. Her green eyes were frustrated. She looked like the trophy wife she was supposed to be.

Donato was gone again. Probably deep between one of his mistress's legs somewhere in the city, f*****g his favorite mistress while his wife waited at home like a good little ornament.

Serena’s fingers trailed slowly down her body, brushing over her breasts, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She was already wet. The constant tension in this house was driving her insane.

The sound of the front door opening made her freeze.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Then Damien appeared in the doorway.

He looked dangerous tonight wearing a black button up shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing the hard ridges of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, showing powerful forearms. His dark hair was slightly messy, and those intense eyes immediately locked onto her like a predator.

His gaze dragged slowly down her body, taking in the barely there robe, her hard n*****s pressing against the silk, and the way the fabric parted to show her bare thighs.

A dark smirk tugged at his lips.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice low and mocking. “Look at you. Standing here dressed like a desperate slut, waiting for someone to f**k you properly. My father still not satisfying that greedy p***y of yours?”

Serena’s breath hitched, but she refused to back down. She tilted her head, letting the robe slip open a little more on purpose.

“Better than waiting around for an angry little boy who can only talk s**t but never actually delivers,” she shot back, her voice smooth and venomous.

Damien’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until he was only a foot away. The heat radiating from his body made her skin prickle.

“You really love pushing me, don’t you?” he growled. “Parading around my father’s house like you own it. Wearing almost nothing. Teasing me every single f*****g day.”

Serena stepped even closer, until her breasts brushed against his chest.

“Maybe I like watching you lose control,” she whispered. “Maybe I enjoy knowing how badly you want to f**k your father’s wife.”

That was all it took.

Damien’s hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat as he slammed his mouth against hers in a violent, hungry kiss. Serena moaned into his mouth, kissing him back just as aggressively, her tongue fighting his. She bit his lower lip hard. He growled and shoved her back against the wall, hands roughly yanking the silk robe open.

The robe fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

“f**k,” Damien groaned, his hands immediately grabbing her full breasts, squeezing them roughly as his thumbs flicked over her stiff n*****s. “These t**s are perfect. So f*****g full.”

He leaned down and sucked one n****e into his mouth, biting hard enough to make her cry out. His other hand slid between her legs, two thick fingers pushing into her soaked p***y without warning.

“s**t you’re dripping,” he growled against her breast. “Soaking wet for your stepson. What a filthy little w***e you are.”

Serena moaned loudly, grinding against his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her fast and deep, curling them against her g-spot.

“Damien f**k,” she gasped, her hips moving desperately.

He dropped to his knees suddenly, spreading her legs wide. Without hesitation, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue licking a long, filthy stripe up her dripping p***y before sucking hard on her swollen c**t.

Serena cried out, her fingers gripping his hair tightly as he devoured her. His tongue was relentless licking, sucking, and f*****g her with it while two fingers continued thrusting inside her.

“You taste so f*****g good,” he groaned against her p***y. “Better than any other woman I’ve ever had.”

Serena’s legs started shaking. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast. She came with a loud moan, thighs clamping around his head as she flooded his mouth.

Damien didn’t stop. He kept licking her through it, then stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick, rock hard c**k. It was long, veiny, and already leaking.

He grabbed her leg, hooked it over his hip, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

“f**k!” Serena screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.

Damien f****d her hard against the wall, deep, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce. The sound of his c**k slamming into her wet p***y filled the room.

“This married p***y is mine,” he snarled, biting her neck. “Not my father’s. Mine.”

“Then f**k it like you own it,” Serena moaned, clenching around him.

Damien lost control. He pounded into her mercilessly, his hips snapping forward with raw power, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. He reached between them and rubbed her c**t fast and rough.

Serena came again, screaming his name as her walls spasmed around his c**k. Damien followed right after, burying himself as deep as possible and filling her with thick, hot ropes of c*m, groaning loudly as he emptied himself inside her.

They stayed pressed together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.

Damien slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his c*m dripped down her thighs.

He looked at her naked, marked, and thoroughly f****d and whispered:

“This is so f*****g wrong”

Serena met his eyes, chest still heaving.

“But you’re not going to stop, are you?”

Damien didn’t answer.

He just kissed her again.