Scent of my mistress

Ava's POV I pushed him down onto my bed, my body straddling his as I kissed him deeply, hungrily. His lips parted for me, his hands gripping my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear. His eyes burned into mine,wild, wanting, worshipping.There was no rush, yet urgency danced in the air between us. I leaned down again, brushing my tongue against his, coaxing a groan from deep within his throat. My hand slid down his chest, pausing to tease his nipple, already hard beneath my touch. The way his breath hitched only fed the fire growing inside me.But just as I started to rise, he caught me in one swift motion and flipped me beneath him."Let me handle this," he murmured, his voice rich and commanding,a sound that made my thighs press together involuntarily.He rose from the bed, slowly undressing, piece by piece, like a man who knew exactly how to drive a woman mad. His jacket landed carelessly on the chair, then came his shirt, revealing broad, sculpted shoulders and a body carved like

Damian's POV ContinuationI stared at her, the weight of her question hanging in the air like a noose tightening around my neck."Where exactly were you?"My mouth was dry. My mind raced for a believable response, but none came. Seconds felt like hours. Her eyes were locked on mine—sharp, calm, but dangerously observant. I knew Lydia well enough to recognize that her silence was never empty. It was a test.Then,just like that,a memory saved me.Earlier that afternoon, after lunch, Ava had dragged me into a designer perfume store tucked inside a luxury mall. We had picked out a few fragrances,playfully testing scents on each other, laughing as though we were lovers without consequences. She had insisted I keep the gift bag in my car, saying she didn’t want it mixed up with the others she was taking home.I hadn’t even remembered the perfumes until that moment.I cleared my throat, forcing my lips to twitch into a smile. “Oh,that smell on my shirt?”Lydia raised a brow, not convinced ye

We lay there for a moment, tangled in silence—our breaths still shallow, the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat and vanilla.Ava’s skin glowed under the morning light seeping through the blinds. She looked like a goddess sprawled across my desk, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, her legs still wrapped lazily around my waist.“You needed that,” she murmured, running a slow finger down my chest.“I needed you to stop texting when I tell you not to,” I replied, though my voice was softer than my words.She giggled, not even pretending to feel sorry. “I missed your touch. I couldn’t help it.”I opened my mouth to respond, but then,Knock. Knock.We froze.The sound wasn’t loud, but it shattered the moment like glass.Ava’s eyes widened.My heart dropped.Another knock—firmer this time. Three short taps.“Sir?” a voice called from outside. My assistant. Rachel.“Someone’s here to see you. Should I let her in?”Her.My blood turned cold.I pulled away from Ava instantly, t

Lydia Lydia lay awake in the dim bedroom, the city lights slicing through the curtains like silent witnesses. Her back was to Damian, but her body hummed with heat,not desire, but anticipation. She had left the lounge hours ago, but Ava’s perfume clung to her like memory,sweet, defiant, and bitter. Lydia rolled onto her back, her silk nightgown rustling like a whisper. He stirred beside her. “You’re not sleeping?” Damian asked softly, reaching over to stroke her arm. She turned to face him, lips curved faintly. “Just thinking.” “About work?” “About possibilities.” His hand paused. That was the thing about men like Damian,they feared silence when it came from the woman they thought they understood. And Lydia had been nothing if not predictable. Loyal. Delicate. Silent. But tonight, she’d stepped out of that shell and into Ava’s shadow,and tasted something forbidden: power. “I made something special for breakfast tomorrow,” she said, voice smooth. “Your favorite. Yo

Damian should have known Lydia was up to something the moment she stepped out in that blood-red dress.It wasn’t just the way the fabric kissed her curves ,it was her silence, the glint of purpose in her eyes. She didn’t tell him where she was going. She never did these days. But tonight felt different.When Lydia’s car pulled out of their driveway, Damian didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his keys and followed.The city was suffocating in its usual chaos. Horns blared, exhaust fumes clouded his focus, but he kept a steady distance. He had learned from the past ,Lydia was sharp. If she caught a glimpse of him tailing, she’d vanish. But tonight, he had to know. He had to know where she was going.The answer came soon enough.Continental Hotel.The name alone made Damian’s grip tighten on the steering wheel. This wasn’t an ordinary hotel; it was discreet, upscale , the kind of place where secrets dressed in designer shoes.The place where he first met Ava.Lydia’s car slipped into the undergro