The hotel room door slammed shut behind us, and Damien's mouth was on mine before I could catch my breath. His hands gripped my waist with the kind of desperation that made my core clench with anticipation. "God, Sophia," he groaned against my lips, his fingers already working the zipper of my dress. "I've been thinking about this all day." I smirked as the fabric pooled at my feet, revealing the black lace lingerie I'd chosen specifically for this moment. His eyes darkened as they traced over my curves, lingering on my 36DD breasts barely contained by the delicate bra. "Like what you see?" I purred, reaching for his belt. He didn't answer with words. Instead, he lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed. My back hit the mattress, and he was on me immediately, his mouth hot against my neck, my collarbone, trailing down to my breasts. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, and his lips closed around my nipple. I arched into him, fingers tangling in his dark hair as he sucked and teased, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. "Damien," I moaned, and he looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes that had captivated half of Manhattan's elite women. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want you inside me. Now." He made quick work of his clothes, and when he finally freed his cock, thick and hard and ready, I bit my lip in anticipation. He positioned himself between my thighs, pushing my panties aside rather than removing them. The first thrust made me cry out. He filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. He didn't start slow—he knew I didn't want gentle. His hips snapped against mine with powerful, deep strokes that had me gripping the sheets. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, one hand gripping my hip while the other found my breast, kneading roughly. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, meeting each thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breathing and my increasingly desperate moans. "Harder," I demanded, and he obliged, pounding into me with an intensity that made the headboard slam against the wall. My orgasm built quickly, that familiar tension coiling in my belly. When he reached between us to rub my clit, I shattered, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later, groaning as he came inside me, his cock pulsing with his release. As we lay there catching our breath, I smiled to myself. What Damien Pierce didn't know was that I wasn't just another conquest. I was his wife's former best friend. And I was here to destroy everything he'd built.