After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law-Chapter 89: Tax Evasion is Foreplay**

The walk back to the East Wing was a blur of friction and urgency.

Damien didn’t let go of her waist. He kept her pulled flush against his side, his hand sliding down to grip her hip, his fingers digging into the gold fabric of her dress.

Suddenly, he stopped. He couldn’t wait for the privacy of the bedroom. He spun her around, pressing her back against the tapestry-covered wall of the dimly lit corridor.

"You," he rasped, his eyes dark and dilated. "You are dangerous."

"I thought we established that," Aria panted, her hands clutching the lapels of his tuxedo jacket.

"No," Damien shook his head, leaning down to bite the sensitive cord of her neck. "I knew you were smart. I knew you were vicious. I didn’t know you could dismantle a hundred-year-old trust in three minutes without breaking a sweat."

He kissed her, hard and demanding, tasting of scotch and mint. His hand slid up her thigh, bunching the heavy gold fabric at her waist. He didn’t hesitate. He slipped his hand inside her underwear right there in the open corridor.

Aria gasped, her knees buckling. "Damien! We’re in the hallway! A maid could walk by!"

"Let them," he muttered, his fingers moving with a lazy, possessive rhythm that made her vision blur. "I’m pleasuring my wife in my home."

Aria looked at his face. He wasn’t joking. His eyes were blown wide, devoid of any social inhibition. He was actually considering taking her against the wall, right then and there.

’He is insane’, she realized with a jolt of terrified arousal. ’I married a legitimate lunatic.’

"No, no, no. You are insane. We’re not doing...that, right here," Aria hissed, her face burning as she tried to push him toward the door. "Inside. Now. Please?"

Damien chuckled, a low, rough sound against her neck. "Spoilsport."

But he moved. He shoved the door of his bedroom open with his shoulder, dragged Aria inside, and kicked it shut with his heel. The lock clicked, sealing them in.

He...didn’t make it to the bed.

He spun her around again, pressing her back against the heavy wood of the door. His hands were everywhere at once.

The zipper hissed. The heavy gold dress fell open, pooling around her feet like molten metal. Aria stepped out of it, kicking it aside. She stood in white lace lingerie, clinging to her curves.

Damien looked at her, devouring her with his eyes.

"I need you," he said. "Right now."

He didn’t wait for an answer. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Aria gasped, her back hitting the door again as he supported her weight effortlessly.

He fumbled with his own belt, his movements jerky and impatient.

"Damien," Aria moaned, her hands finding his shoulders, her nails digging in.

He freed himself, his erection springing loose, heavy and demanding against her thigh. He didn’t prep her; she was already soaked, her heat radiating through the thin lace of her panties, ready for him since the dinner table. He pushed the fabric aside, the head of his cock brushing against her slick entrance, hot and velvet-smooth.

He lined himself up and thrust upward, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid, powerful motion.

"Oh god," Aria cried out, her head falling back against the wood as he stretched her completely.

Damien drove into her with a rhythm that shook the door in its frame. He gritted his teeth, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold onto his control. He leaned back slightly to look at her, his gaze dropping to her chest. Her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, spilling over the white lace.

He couldn’t resist. He lowered his head, his mouth latching onto her breast through the fabric, sucking the nipple into his mouth hard enough to bruise. The wet heat of his tongue rasped against the sensitive nub, sending electric shocks straight to her core.

"You’re mine," he panted against her skin, biting down gently before resuming his assault on her mouth. "My wife. My woman. My partner in crime."

Aria wrapped her legs tighter around him, meeting his pace. She felt him pulsing inside her, thick and unyielding, filling every inch of her. Her inner muscles clamped down around him, constricting tightly with every erratic breath she took. The friction was incredible, heightened by the sheer power of the man holding her effortlessly against the door.

"Yours," she sobbed, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked on her breast again.

He shifted his grip, holding her hips, driving deeper, hitting that sweet spot over and over again until her vision blurred. The pleasure was building, a tight coil in her belly ready to snap.

Bzzzzzzzt.

A phone vibrated loudly.

It wasn’t a text notification. It was a call. Persistent. Annoying.

It was coming from Damien’s jacket pocket.

Damien froze mid-thrust. He groaned, a sound of pure frustration.

"Ignore it," Aria gasped, biting her bottom lip.

"I am," Damien gritted out, moving again.

Bzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt.

The buzzing didn’t stop. It vibrated against Aria’s chest where his jacket pressed against her. It was a rhythm killer.

"Fucking hell," Damien swore.

He stopped. He didn’t put her down. He kept her pinned to the door with one arm, still buried deep inside her. With his free hand, he fished the phone out of his pocket.

He looked at the screen.

Caller: Julian Cross.

"Of course," Damien muttered. "The degenerate calls back."

He showed the screen to Aria.

"It’s Julian," he said, his voice strained.

"The ledger?" Aria asked breathlessly, her mind momentarily flickering back to the investigation despite the haze of lust. "Did he find something?"

"Unlikely," Damien gritted out. He knew that Julian must indeed be calling about the ledger, but he didn’t want to deal with that right now. "He probably wants to tell me he finished his ’filing’."

"Umm okay?" Aria giggled breathlessly, her forehead resting on his shoulder. "Then decline it."

Damien didn’t just decline it. He slid the power button.

"Goodbye, Julian," he whispered.

He tossed the phone onto the nearby armchair. It landed with a soft thud.

He turned back to Aria. His eyes were blazing.

"Now," he growled, adjusting his grip on her hips. "Where were we?"