Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 7 Out of Control

Victoria’s POV

His strong arms encircled me, pressing me against the cool marble countertop.

I tried to push him away, but my strength was no match for his. The magic bracelet on my wrist not only concealed my identity but also suppressed my power. But it couldn’t suppress my body’s craving for its mate.

My body grew hot under his touch. My wolf was howling: "Mate! Mate!"

His hand pressed firmly against the back of my head, keeping me in place. His other hand explored my body with practiced ease.

When his fingers found me through my underwear, he smiled with satisfaction. "Baby, you’re wet."

"Seems like your resistance isn’t genuine."

"Damn it... I..." Before I could finish my words, his lips captured mine again. His fingers slipped beneath my underwear, easily sliding into my already slick folds. My hands clenched into fists, gripping his shirt, while his fingers tangled in my hair.

His long, skilled fingers traced circles around my most sensitive spot before gently penetrating me. I could feel my inner walls clenching tightly around his digits.

"Fuck, you’re so tight..." he whispered against my ear, his hot breath making my whole body shiver.

I bit my lip desperately to keep from making any sound, but when his fingers curved, brushing that sensitive spot inside me, a soft moan escaped my lips.

"That’s it, let me hear you," his voice was low and husky, full of possessiveness. His fingers quickened their pace, moving in and out of me with increasing intensity.

I could feel waves of heat rushing to my lower abdomen, my legs growing weak. I instinctively gripped his shoulders tighter to keep from sliding to the floor. I could even hear the wet sounds my body was making, which filled me with shame even as my arousal intensified.

"No... stop..." I protested weakly, but my body honestly welcomed his movements.

"Your body says otherwise," he chuckled wickedly, his other hand slipping under my clothes to grasp my breast, roughly kneading it. "You love this, don’t you? Being treated like this by me..."

I couldn’t answer, only bite my lower lip as the pleasure inside me grew stronger. When he suddenly increased his speed while pressing his thumb against my most sensitive spot, I finally couldn’t hold back my climax, trembling all over and needing his support to stay upright.

After the orgasm, I leaned against the bathroom wall, panting, watching as he withdrew his fingers and then—oh god, he actually licked them while looking at me. "You taste... so sweet..." he said, dangerous light flickering in his eyes.

When he finally released me, my clothes were disheveled. My chest rose and fell with each breath. Rationality was slowly returning.

"You did this on purpose," I accused, my voice more hoarse than expected.

"How so?" Damian asked, looking equally disheveled. I could see faint scratch marks from my nails on his neck.

"This whole thing," I gestured between us. "You just wanted to make Ethan jealous. But sorry to disappoint you—your scheme backfired. Ethan won’t be jealous. He has a wife now."

He stepped closer again, backing me against the sink. His hands gripped my waist, his thumbs pressing against my hip bones through the thin fabric of my dress.

"Are you sure about that?" he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Because I think he still believes he owns you."

His teeth grazed my earlobe, making me shiver involuntarily. I couldn’t help but gasp, my hands flying to his chest, creating distance between us.

"Stop," I warned, though my voice lacked conviction. I couldn’t lose control again.

His eyes met mine challengingly as his hands slowly moved up my sides, his fingertips transmitting heat through my dress. "Who said this was a game?"

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, more forceful this time. As he pressed me harder against the counter, my back arched, and his hands slid under my thighs, lifting me onto the marble surface. The cool stone against my heated skin made me gasp, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

That scent that belonged uniquely to him enveloped me once more. Oh god. Was I about to fall again? No! I couldn’t!

"Enough," I used what little rationality I had left to push him away.

Thankfully, he didn’t continue to force me. I slid down from the counter, straightening my dress. "I’m not interested in being your tool for revenge against your brother."

I didn’t wait for his response and immediately walked out of the restroom.

My lips still tingled from Damien’s kiss, and the mark on my neck felt like it was burning under the fabric of my dress. I was trying to process what had just happened when Ethan appeared before me like a persistent nightmare.

"Victoria!" His voice carried that familiar desperation I’d grown to loathe. "Don’t take what Scarlett said personally. She means nothing to me—it’s all for show. You’re the one I truly love."

Here we go again. The same pathetic script, the same hollow promises. How had I ever believed this performance was genuine?

"That woman is a nightmare, impossible to please," he continued, his voice dropping to what he probably thought was a persuasive whisper. "I promised I’d divorce her, and I will. Just wait for me a little longer, will you?"

Wait for you? The audacity was breathtaking. After everything he’d put me through, he still thought he could snap his fingers and I’d come running back.

But then his expression shifted, his eyes narrowing as they focused on my neck. "Who did this to you?" His voice turned sharp, dangerous, as if he had any right to question my choices.

I slapped his hand away with more force than necessary, satisfaction coursing through me at his startled expression. "How is that any of your business? Get out of my way!"

That’s when Damien emerged from the restroom behind me, and I could practically feel the predatory amusement radiating from him. Without warning, his arm curved around my waist, pulling me against his solid frame. The contact sent an unwelcome shiver through me, but I didn’t pull away. If anything, I leaned into it, using his presence as both shield and weapon.

"Are you blind? Isn’t it obvious who did it?" Damien’s voice carried a lazy arrogance that made Ethan’s face flush red with fury.

"You... you two..." Ethan’s voice cracked slightly, and I savored the sound. "What kind of relationship do you have? What have you done?"

Damien’s provocative voice cut through the tension: "Everything you’re imagining, we’ve done it all."

Ethan looked like I’d physically struck him. "That’s absolutely impossible!"

A cold smile curved my lips. "What’s impossible about it? Next time we’re in bed together, we can invite you to watch if you’re that curious."

"You’re just trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?" Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot now, his voice cracking with desperation. "There’s nothing between you and him—this is all about getting back at me!"

Still so arrogant. Still so certain that everything I do revolves around you.

"What’s so impossible about it?" I repeated, my voice deadly calm.

And then, before I could second-guess myself, I reached up and grabbed Damien’s collar, pulling his tall frame down to meet me. The kiss was meant to be performative, a final nail in Ethan’s coffin, but the moment our lips met again, that same electric current passed between us.

Focus, Victoria. This is about destroying Ethan, nothing more.

When I finally pulled away, I turned my ice-cold gaze toward Ethan, drinking in his devastated expression. "Satisfied?"

"No..." His voice was barely a whisper now. "You’re just trying to make me jealous, Victoria. Why degrade yourself like this?"

Degrade myself? The fury that shot through me was white-hot and consuming.

"Degrade myself?" I wanted to laugh at the absurdity. "You think being with someone who actually wants me is degrading? How rich, coming from a man who sold his soul—and mine—for a trust fund." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He reached for my hand like he had a thousand times before, like his touch still held some magic power over me. But before his fingers could make contact, a shrill voice cut through the air.

"Victoria, you’re truly shameless! I leave for one minute, and you’re already trying to seduce my husband!"

Scarlett. Perfect timing, as always.