Echoes of Vengeance: The Sweet Wife's Perfect Revenge-Chapter 88: A Feast Before the Fall

At Starlink Apartment,

When Damien came downstairs, wrapped in a bathrobe, he saw Vivienne enjoying her drink on the couch, crossing her long legs while watching television. The silk had slipped down to her hips, revealing lacy underwear that left little to the imagination.

As if Vivienne had just noticed his presence, she rose gracefully. The hem brushed against her slender thighs in a way that could drive men wild. She turned off the television and passed by him.

She served him and began eating quietly.

The more he tried to focus on eating, the more his eyes shifted to her. Her flawless cleavage, the way her hair caressed her swells, and the way her lips pouted every time she took a sip of red wine.

The dining hall was filled only with the sound of silverware against fine china, but the temperature in the air was rising drastically.

Vivienne stood when she noticed Damien’s eyes were fixed on her body. "I’m full," she said simply, getting up to leave, but he grabbed her and pulled her back forcefully.

Before she could control herself, she was sitting on his lap with her legs spread, feeling his arousal pressing against her. A gasp escaped her lips when his mouth began its assault on her chest, as if he were starved.

Part of her flinched, but the sight of the tiny lens nestled between the flowers eased her tension. She let herself go and surrendered control, starting to enjoy what she craved—physical pleasure.

Not because she could seduce him, but because Damien was stepping toward his own destruction.

His hands moved mercilessly over her thighs, her waist, before he discarded her dress entirely. His mouth left marks along her neck as he moved lower, his actions becoming increasingly desperate and rough. Her responses only fueled his desire further.

She wasn’t a doll. She tugged his robe and started grinding her hips against his arousal.

The fragrance of food was soon replaced with the scent of their passion, and the apartment filled with their lewd noises.

After all her teasing, Damien could no longer maintain control. He shoved the chair back, catching her off guard, and dropped her to the floor. Gripping her hair tight, he guided himself into her mouth with no patience, no warning, just raw need.

She gagged, her lips stretching around him as his hips thrust forward with feral force. But her eyes glinted darkly.

She went on her knees with practiced grace and flicked her tongue along his length before taking him in again.

She let him take control, let him use her mouth like he owned her, as her fingers teased his thighs and cupped his balls.

For a second, she fantasized about crushing them between her palms, but not yet. Not tonight.

Damien’s head tilted back, his hand slipped, his breath ragged. "Oh fuck..." A hoarse curse slipped from his throat when she increased her pace.

Then she pulled away.

Before he could protest, she rose fluidly, eyes locked on his, and straddled him. One slow, deliberate roll of her hips, and she sank onto him, swallowing his entire length into her core with a hiss.

And so began their descent into madness.

She rode him with a rhythm that was both graceful and punishing. Her bare skin slapped against his chest, her breasts bouncing with every thrust as her hands tangled in his damp hair.

The chair creaked beneath them, every motion louder, hungrier than the last.

Her body suddenly jolted, she clenched around him, dragging her release from the pit of her core until she trembled with it, shaking, gasping, moaning as her climax tore through her like lightning.

Still hard inside her, Damien stood in one fluid motion. She barely had time to breathe before he swept his arm across the table, sending glasses and plates crashing to the floor.

He slammed her back down onto the dining table, not caring if it broke beneath them, and pounded into her like he wanted them to forget the world.

"Wait..." she whimpered, but her voice was lost in the heat.

Her back arched off the surface, her body jolting with every thrust. Sparks shot behind her eyes as another climax built fast and brutal. Her fingers clawed at the table’s edge, her knuckles turning white.

"Damien..." His name slipped her lips.

Her legs trembled. Her breath caught. Her mind blanked.

Her orgasm hit first. Seconds later, he followed. A deep grunt left his lips as he slammed into her one final time, holding her down as he emptied inside her, his body convulsing with release.

For a few seconds, they were motionless and breathless.

Then the silence returned, Damien looked at her flushed face and her quivering body. ’Still useful.’ He could release his pent-up frustration.

But he realized his mistake too late when he pulled himself out of her. He hadn’t worn protection.

"F**k," he cursed loudly.

His bathrobe still hanging loosely on his shoulders, he rushed to the kitchen, pulled open a drawer, and found a bottle of contraceptive pills. He poured several into his hand, went to Vivienne, who was trying to sit up. He grabbed her hair and forced the pills into her mouth, standing there until she swallowed them.

Vivienne gagged at the bitter taste, scrambled for water, and flushed the pills down her throat. Her shaking legs gave way, and she collapsed on the floor while Damien went upstairs.

She was angry at some of his actions, but she remained calm. At least she had gotten mind-blowing sex before they parted ways once and for all.

Wrapping her body in a throw, she collected the small cameras she had placed in multiple locations. She dropped them into a plastic pouch and kept them in a takeaway food container.

"What are you doing?" Damien’s cold voice rang from the stairs. He didn’t want her to throw up the pills and get pregnant.

Vivienne pointed at the mess with her gloved hand. "Cleaning." She gathered the broken dishes and started filling a garbage bag with the debris.

Though exhausted, he watched her clean everything up and left when she went to sleep in the guest room.

She stayed quiet and still, just in case Damien was suspicious of her.

As the city stirred at dawn, Vivienne quietly took her clothes from the bedroom where Damien was sleeping soundly on the bed. Then she disappeared into the morning fog on the empty street with a bag in hand.

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