Claimed by My Ex Chapter 7 Out of Control

Chapter 7: Chapter 7 Out of Control

Victoria’s POV

His strong arms encircled , pressing

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

in place. His other hand explored my body with practiced ease.

When his fingers found

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 . 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 , a soft moan escaped my lips.

"That’s it, let

hear you," his voice was low and husky, full of possessiveness. His fingers quickened their pace, moving in and out of

with increasing intensity.

I could feel waves of heat rushing to my lower abdon, 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

with sha even as my arousal intensified.

"No... stop..." I protested weakly, but my body honestly welcod his movents.

"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 ..."

I couldn’t answer, only bite my lower lip as the pleasure inside

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 . "You taste... so sweet..." he said, dangerous light flickering in his eyes.

When he finally released , 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 sche backfired. Ethan won’t be jealous. He has a wife now."

He stepped closer again, backing

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

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

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, more forceful this ti. As he pressed

harder against the counter, my back arched, and his hands slid under my thighs, lifting

onto the marble surface. The cool stone against my heated skin made

gasp, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

That scent that belonged uniquely to him enveloped

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 . 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 imdiately 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

like a persistent nightmare.

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

Here we go again. The sa pathetic script, the sa 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

a little longer, will you?"

Wait for you? The audacity was breathtaking. After everything he’d put

through, he still thought he could snap his fingers and I’d co 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

at his startled expression. "How is that any of your business? Get out of my way!"

That’s when Damien erged from the restroom behind , and I could practically feel the predatory amusent radiating from him. Without warning, his arm curved around my waist, pulling

against his solid fra. The contact sent an unwelco shiver through , 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 ti we’re in bed together, we can invite you to watch if you’re that curious."

"You’re just trying to make

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 !"

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 fra down to et . The kiss was ant to be performative, a final nail in Ethan’s coffin, but the mont our lips t again, that sa 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

jealous, Victoria. Why degrade yourself like this?"

Degrade myself? The fury that shot through

was white-hot and consuming.

"Degrade myself?" I wanted to laugh at the absurdity. "You think being with soone who actually wants

is degrading? How rich, coming from a man who sold his soul—and mine—for a trust fund."

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

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

Scarlett. Perfect timing, as always.