After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law

The metal zipper hissed, a sound of surrender in the quiet room.

Aria peeled the black leather away, revealing him inch by inch. He sprang free, heavy and thick, twitching with a need that made Aria’s breath catch in her throat. Even in the dim light, he was magnificent—a weapon of mass seduction that she had somehow tamed.

”Impressive,” she murmured, her voice trying for confident but wavering slightly.

She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of him. He was hot, velvet-smooth steel pulsing against her palm. A clear bead of precum glistened at the slit, evidence of exactly how affected he was.

Damien groaned, his head falling back against his shoulders, his bound hands straining against the silk tie. ”Aria...”

”Madam,” she corrected softly, though her cheeks were burning.

She leaned in. She licked him. A long, slow stripe from the base to the tip, tasting the salty tang of him mixed with the body oil.

Damien hissed, his hips snapping forward instinctively, seeking more.

Aria pulled back, just an inch. ”Impatient,” she teased, though her heart was hammering against her ribs.

She took him into her mouth.

It wasn’t like the first time in the guest room, where she was rushing and nervous. This was slow. Deliberate. She swirled her tongue around the head, exploring the ridge, humming against him as she took him deeper. She used her hand to pump the shaft, the residual oil from earlier making the friction slick and maddening.

”Fuck,” Damien gritted out, his entire body rigid with the effort of not thrusting up into her throat. ”You’re killing me.”

She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, drawing a ragged, desperate noise from him. She loved the sound. She loved that the man who terrified boardrooms and silenced rooms with a look was currently unraveling because of her tongue.

She brought him to the edge, feeling his hips stutter, and then she pulled off with a wet pop.

Damien let out a frustrated growl, his eyes snapping open. They were black with lust. ”Don’t stop.”

”I have to,” Aria whispered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her face flushed red. ”I need to check the rest of the equipment.”

She stood up. Her legs were trembling.

She stepped back, putting distance between them. Damien watched her, his chest heaving, his gaze tracking her every move like a starving wolf watching a steak.

”The suit,” she said, her hands going to the lapels of her white blazer. ”It’s too hot in here.”

She shrugged the blazer off, letting it drop to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her breasts spilled free, pale and soft in the moonlight, nipples hardened peaks.

Damien’s breath hissed between his teeth. ”Christ.”

She unzipped the white trousers, stepping out of them and kicking them away. She was left in nothing but her heels and the gold necklace. She felt exposed, crossing her arms over her chest instinctively for a second before forcing them down.

”Do you like what you see?” she asked, her voice small.

”I’m going to wreck you,” Damien promised, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. ”Untie me, Aria. Let me touch you.”

”No,” she said, walking back to him, gaining confidence from his desperation. ”Not yet. I’m in charge tonight.”

She picked up a condom from the nightstand—Damien really was always prepared—and tore it open with her teeth. She rolled it onto his cock, her fingers lingering, teasing the heavy weight of him.

”Lay back,” she ordered softly.

Damien complied instantly, shifting from his knees to lie flat on the plush rug, his bound hands pressed beneath the small of his back. He looked up at her, vulnerable and powerful all at once, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the leather harness.

Aria straddled his hips.

The tip of his cock brushed her entrance, wet and aching.

”Look at me,” she whispered.

Damien looked up. His eyes were burning.

She sank down.

It was a slow, stretching fullness that made her gasp. She took him inch by inch, her body adjusting, opening to accommodate his size. When she was fully seated, she let out a long, shaky breath, her forehead resting against his chest for a moment.

”Perfect fit,” she murmured.

Damien groaned, arching his hips up to meet her. ”Move, baby. Please.”

Aria moved.

She lifted her hips and slammed back down.

The sensation was electric. The friction of her wet heat against his cock, the way he filled her completely—it was blinding. She set the pace, grinding against him, her hands resting on his chest for leverage, feeling the thunderous beat of his heart.

Damien was going out of his mind. He fought against the silk tie binding his wrists, his muscles bulging as he tried to free his hands to grab her hips, to pull her down harder. But he couldn’t. He was at her mercy.

”You’re so tight,” he rasped, tilting his head back to watch her ride him. ”God, Aria. You’re beautiful.”

She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a curtain. She bounced on him, harder, faster, chasing the tension coiling in her belly. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, mesmerizing him. Damien strained upward, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, adding a sharp spike of pleasure to the heavy, rolling fullness inside her.

Aria screamed, the sensation sending her over the edge.

”Damien! Damien!”

She clamped down around him, her inner muscles milking his cock as the orgasm ripped through her.

Damien roared, thrusting up into her with his hips, driving deep as he spilled himself into the condom, his body shuddering violently against hers.

They collapsed against each other, chests heaving, sweat mingling on their skin. Aria rested her head on his shoulder, her legs trembling around his waist.

For a long time, the only sound was their ragged breathing.

”Okay,” Damien gasped, kissing her sweat-dampened temple. ”Okay. You win. You’re the boss.”

Aria laughed weakly. ”I know.”

She reached behind him, her fingers fumbling with the knot of the silk tie. It took a moment, but it loosened. The tie fell away.

Damien brought his hands forward immediately. He didn’t rub his wrists. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him, burying his face in her neck.

”You are incredible,” he whispered fiercely against her skin. ”Absolutely incredible.”

”I try,” Aria murmured, closing her eyes, basking in his warmth.

”But next time,” Damien added, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively. ”I get to use the tie.”

Aria grinned against his shoulder.

”We’ll see.”