Chapter 29: Damian's Father Disapproves

The afternoon sun poured through the penthouse windows as Elena reached up for a glass in the kitchen. She was wearing only one of Damian's oversized shirts that barely reached her thighs. The fabric rode up as she stretched, exposing the curve of her bare ass.

Damian walked in from the hallway and stopped, eyes darkening at the sight. He crossed the room in three strides, pressed his body against her back, and slid his hands under the shirt. His palms cupped her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck.

"You look far too tempting like this," he murmured, voice low and hungry. His fingers rolled her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.

Elena gasped softly, leaning back into him. "We have the strategy session soon."

"Session can wait," he replied, one hand sliding down her stomach until his fingers found her already wet pussy. He stroked her slowly, teasing her clit with light circles. "I need you right now."

He turned her around, lifted her onto the kitchen counter, and dropped to his knees. His tongue dragged up her slit in one long, slow lick. Elena moaned, gripping the edge of the counter as he devoured her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her, curling against that perfect spot.

She came hard and fast, thighs trembling around his head, her juices coating his chin. Damian stood up, freed his thick cock, and slammed into her in one powerful thrust. He fucked her right there on the counter, hard and deep, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the kitchen.

"I love how you feel around me," he groaned, pounding into her. "So tight. So wet. So perfect."

Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I love feeling you fill me," she moaned. "I love how you stretch me."

He carried her to the bedroom without pulling out, still fucking her as he walked. He laid her on the bed and thrust into her even harder, the bed creaking under them. Elena's nails dug into his back as another orgasm crashed through her, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Damian buried himself deep and came with a low groan, pumping thick ropes of hot cum inside her until it overflowed and ran down her thighs.

They stayed connected for a long moment, breathing hard. Damian kissed her slowly, tenderly, still buried inside her.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips. "I love every part of you."

They decided to wash off together. Damian carried her into the bathroom and turned on the tub, filling it with hot water. They stepped in together, the steam rising around them.

Elena pushed him down to sit against the back of the tub and climbed on top of him. She straddled his lap, took his still-hard cock in her hand, and slowly sank down onto him, taking every inch until he was buried completely inside her.

"Ahhhh," she moaned deeply as he filled her again. "You feel so good inside me."

She started riding him, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles at first, then faster. The water splashed around them as she moved. Damian groaned, his hands gripping her ass, helping her bounce on his cock.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned louder, head falling back. "I love riding you like this. I love feeling you so deep."

Damian watched her with dark eyes, water droplets running down her breasts. "You look so beautiful riding my cock," he breathed. "So sexy. So perfect."

Elena rode him harder, her tits bouncing with every movement. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his thick shaft mixed with the splashing water. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and fucked him faster, moaning with every thrust.

"Ahhhh yes," she gasped. "Your cock feels so good. I love how it stretches me."

Damian groaned, thrusting up to meet her. "I love how wet and tight you are. I love how you take every inch of me."

She rode him with abandon, moaning loudly as another orgasm built. "I am going to cum again," she whimpered. "I am so close."

"Cum for me," he urged, gripping her hips. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock."

Elena cried out as she came hard, her pussy pulsing and squeezing him tightly. Damian groaned loudly and thrust up deep, filling her with another thick load of hot cum. They held each other tightly in the water, breathing hard, bodies trembling.

After a few minutes, they washed each other gently, exchanging soft kisses. By the time they reached the kitchen again, Mia was already eating breakfast with Lila.

"Daddy! Mommy!" Mia waved her purple cast. "Look, I drew us again!"

The drawing showed the three of them holding hands under a bright sun. Damian knelt and hugged her tightly.

"That is the best drawing I have ever seen," he said.

They spent a few peaceful minutes together before the day pulled them back to work. The strategy session was scheduled for the morning, a daily routine now that the Horizon campaign was moving forward at full speed.

As they sat down at the dining table with their laptops, Lila joined on video call from the agency.

"The new junior account manager is already asking too many questions," Lila said. "She keeps trying to get close to your assistant, Damian. I think Theo planted her before everything fell apart."

Damian frowned. "Keep an eye on her. We cannot afford any more leaks."

Elena leaned back against Damian's chest as they reviewed the campaign timeline. His hand rested on her thigh under the table, thumb stroking gently. The touch was innocent, but it sent warmth spreading through her.

The session was interrupted when the elevator dinged. Damian's father, the retired founder of Vanguard, stepped into the penthouse without knocking.

He was a tall, stern man in his late sixties, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. His sharp eyes scanned the room and landed on Elena.

"So this is her," he said flatly. "The woman who nearly destroyed my son's reputation."

Damian stood immediately. "Father, this is Elena. She is my partner. In every way."

The older man looked Elena up and down. "Partner? Or the reason the company almost collapsed?"

Elena stood and offered her hand. "Mr Holt, it is nice to finally meet you."

He ignored her hand. "I saw the tabloid stories. The viral clip of the child. The patent mess. You brought chaos into my son's life."

Mia peeked out from the hallway, clutching her unicorn. "Grandpa?"

The old man's expression softened for half a second when he saw Mia, but it hardened again quickly. "This is the child? The one causing all the headlines?"

Elena picked Mia up protectively. "She is not causing anything. She is our daughter."

The tension in the room thickened.

Damian's father turned to his son. "I came here to warn you. The board may have cleared you for now, but the investors are still nervous. If you want to keep control of Vanguard, you need to distance yourself from this situation."

"This situation is my family," Damian said firmly. "Elena and Mia are not going anywhere."

His father's eyes narrowed. "You are making a mistake."

He turned and left without another word.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Damian pulled Elena and Mia into his arms.

"I am sorry," he said. "He is old school. He will come around."

Mia looked up at him. "Is Grandpa mad at me?"

"No, sweetheart," Damian said gently. "He is just worried. But we are okay. We are better than okay."

Elena kissed the top of Mia's head. "We are a team. Nothing can change that."

Later that afternoon, as they worked on the campaign strategy, Damian’s hand found Elena’s under the table again. The touch was reassuring, loving.

But the day was not without its distractions.

Lila called from the agency. "Sarah tried to steal a phone from one of the guards in prison this morning. She was caught immediately. She is in isolation now."

Damian sighed. "Good. One less problem."

As the sun began to set, they took Mia to the park for a short walk. The little girl ran ahead with her purple cast, laughing as she chased pigeons. For a few minutes, everything felt normal.

But as they walked back to the car, Elena’s phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

She opened it.

A single line appeared:

"Your mother is asking for you. She is in the hospital again. Come alone. There is something she needs to tell you about that night in Vegas before it is too late."

Elena showed Damian the message.

His grip on her hand tightened.

The peaceful day had suddenly taken a new turn.