Two

CASSY

That same evening, the grand dining room glowed under a massive crystal chandelier. The long mahogany table was set with fine china, candles, and expensive wine.

I sat stiffly in my navy dress, nerves twisting in my stomach.

Richard raised his glass with a proud smile. “To my beautiful wife Elena and our new family. We’re officially married. We wanted both of you here tonight to celebrate properly.”

Mom beamed and clinked her glass with his. “Before we eat, let’s do proper introductions. Cassy, this is Richard’s son, Damon. He’s the captain of the Los Angeles Kings.”

“Damon, this is my daughter, Cassy. She’s a talented sports physiotherapist.”

I forced a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Damon.”

Damon leaned back in his chair, looking cool and arrogant in his black button-up with rolled sleeves. His dark eyes locked on mine as a slow, dangerous smirk appeared.

“Nice to meet you too… Pinky.”

My cheeks instantly burned.

Mom laughed softly. “Oh, you called her Pinky? That’s her childhood nickname. When she was little, her face would turn bright pink whenever she got angry or embarrassed. It still happens now. What a funny coincidence you picked it up so quickly!”

Richard chuckled. “Cute. Looks like you two are already getting along.”

I shot Damon a sharp glare. He knew it wasn’t a coincidence. He had used that name in Vegas after I got flushed and pink during our night together. The bastard was clearly enjoying this.

Richard continued warmly, “Cassy, I have something to confess. I’m the one who helped you get the sports physiotherapist position with the Los Angeles Kings. I hold fifty percent of the franchise shares. When your mother told me about your qualifications, I made sure your application went straight to the top. Consider it a welcome gift.”

My eyes widened. “You… did that?”

“Yes. With Damon’s shoulder injury, the timing is perfect,” Richard added. “You’ll be working closely with him during his recovery. You two will make a great pair.”

Working closely with him?

The words hit like ice water. The same man who had me bent over his balcony just one week ago was now my stepbrother, and I’d have to put my hands on him professionally every single day.

Dinner continued with polite conversation, but I barely tasted my food.

Damon sat across from me, calm and composed on the surface, but his eyes kept sliding over me with dark, hungry amusement.

After the plates were cleared, soft music filled the room. Richard stood and offered his hand to Mom. “Shall we dance, darling?”

They moved to the open space near the fireplace, slow dancing and laughing like newlyweds, completely lost in each other.

The second they were distracted, Damon rose and sat right beside me. His knee pressed firmly against mine under the table.

His deep voice came low and mocking near my ear. “So, Pinky… childhood nickname because your pretty face turns pink when you’re mad. Or when you’re turned on. I remember both versions from Vegas.”

“Shut up,” I whispered, keeping my expression neutral. “We agreed to forget that night. It never happened. We bury it.”

Damon let out a low, arrogant chuckle.

“Forget? Cute. I still remember how soaked you were before I even touched you. How you moaned my name like a desperate little slut while I fucked you senseless against that window.”

“How tight your pussy felt clenching around my cock when you came the third time.”

Heat flooded my face and between my thighs. I clenched my jaw hard.

“Damon, stop. We’re step-siblings now. This is wrong. Completely off limits.”

He turned his head slightly, staring at me with cool, bad-boy confidence. No shame. Just raw hunger.

“I don’t do off limits, Cassy. Especially not when I have to live in the same house as the girl I still want to fuck every single day.”

His hand rested on his thigh under the table, fingers flexing. “I want you again badly. And don’t pretend you don’t feel the same. I can see your cheeks turning that pretty pink right now.”

I glanced at our parents, who were still dancing and oblivious. My heart pounded. “Your father got me this job. I’ll be treating your shoulder every day. We have to keep it professional. Please, just forget Vegas. Forget me.”

He stared at me in silence, his jaw tightening as though he were fighting back a dozen responses.

The music continued around us, cheerful and carefree, while tension stretched between us.

Then he stepped closer and quietly said, “I can’t.”

My breath caught instantly.

Damon smirked, completely unbothered. “You can keep saying that, but we both know the truth. You’re living in my house now. Walking around in these little dresses. I’m supposed to act like I didn’t have you screaming my name all night? Like I didn’t ruin you for anyone else?”

I shifted in my seat, thighs pressing together. “This is hell. I came here for a fresh start after catching my ex cheating. Not to lust after my new stepbrother. We have no choice. We pretend it never happened.”

He leaned in closer, voice rough and filthy. “Pretend all you want, Pinky. But when you’re touching me during therapy, I’m going to remember how you sounded when I spanked your ass and fucked you from behind. How you begged for more.”

“You’re impossible,” I breathed.

Damon’s smirk deepened. “And you’re going to be mine again. Sooner or later.”

He stood up smoothly and placed one hand on the back of my chair, the touch looking innocent from afar but burning hot.

Leaning down, he whispered, “Welcome to the family… sis.”

The way he said “sis” was pure dirty challenge.

Then he walked away, leaving me sitting there with a racing heart and a body that still remembered every filthy second of our night together just one week ago.

This was going to be absolute hell.