LOGINHis fingers continued their slow exploration, moving along her folds, finding her clit and beginning to rub it in slow, deliberate circles.She bit her lip, trying desperately not to make a sound, even as her body was responding to every touch.His kisses muffled her gasps as his mouth found hers again, capturing any sound that threatened to escape."This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he whispered against her mouth. "A secret? Fine. But in secret, Lyra, I own you completely."His fingers moved inside her.One finger, slow and deliberate, exploring her depths. She gasped against his mouth, her hips moving toward him, seeking more.Then a second finger joined the first.And a third.She was so full of him, so completely possessed by him. His hand was working her clit while his three fingers thrust inside her, establishing a rhythm that was absolutely devastating.She was building rapidly.The tension was coiling low in her belly, starting to tighten with each thrust of his fingers, wit
She'd arrived at the office early.Lyra had walked through the lobby of Stella Design House with her heart pounding in her chest, hyper-aware of every person who glanced in her direction. Did they know? Could they tell? Was it written all over her face what she'd been doing with the CEO?The night before had been overwhelming, waking up with him inside her, the shower scene, the car ride to the penthouse, the bed, the morning fuck, and then the conversation about keeping everything secret.She'd barely slept.Instead, she'd spent the entire night reliving every moment, every touch, every word he'd spoken to her. She'd replayed the way he'd looked at her when she'd asked to keep their relationship private, the coldness in his eyes, the possessiveness in his voice.She'd also tried not to think about what "the price" might be.Now, sitting at her desk on the design floor, she was finding it almost impossible to focus on work. Every time she looked at her computer screen, her mind would
He moved away and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, his back to her. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the heavy breathing of both of them, the ringing of her phone having finally stopped.Then he turned to look at her."Okay," he said softly. "I understand."Relief flooded through her."But," he continued, his voice taking on a dangerous tone, "I just hope you're ready to pay the price of having an office affair with me since you don't want to go public."He looked down at her, and a slow smile spread across his face, a smile that was equal parts amused and wicked."Trust me, Lyra," he said, his voice dropping low. "You'll wish you had agreed to go public."The implication hung between them, a promise of something to come, something that involved the office, something that involved her surrendering to him in ways she hadn't yet imagined.Before she could ask what he meant, her phone started ringing again.He stood up abruptly and said, "Pick it up
She came again....another full-body orgasm that had her crying out his name over and over again.This time, he came with her.She felt his release, the pulsing of his cock inside her, his grip tightening on her hips, his groan of satisfaction against her back.For a moment, they stayed like that, him still inside her, both of them breathing heavily, both of them completely spent.Then he pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed beside her.She immediately curled against him, her body exhausted beyond measure."Damien," she gasped, her voice hoarse from crying out. "Please... I need to rest. I can't... I can't do anymore."He was silent for a moment, his hand stroking her hair gently."You think we're done?" he asked, and there was amusement in his voice, amusement and a promise of so much more. "Lyra, the night is far from over. In fact, the morning is just beginning."She opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze meeting his.His dark eyes were still burning with hunger, still
He continued to drive into her at that angle, hitting that same spot over and over again, watching as her face contorted with pleasure and overwhelm.Her orgasm was building, she could feel it starting to gather low in her belly."Don't come yet," he commanded, his thrusts never slowing. "I'm not done with you. Not by a long shot."She wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that she couldn't hold back, that her body was already on the edge, but before she could speak, her phone rang.The sound cut through the heavy breathing and wet sounds of their bodies coming together.She gasped, her eyes widening."Don't," Damien commanded, his thrusts never slowing for a moment."But...." she started to say, her hand reaching toward the phone on the nightstand."No," he said coldly, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head. "You're not answering that.""Damien, please," she pleaded, her body still moving with his despite her protests. "It could be important. It could be....""I don't care
She lowered herself onto him slowly, and he filled her completely...sitting deep inside her, hitting a spot that made her gasp."Oh God," she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Oh God, Damien...""Move," he commanded, his hands on her hips. "Show me how much you love my cock inside you."She began to move, riding him slowly at first, but his hands on her hips urged her to increase her pace.She moved faster, harder, taking him deeper with every downward thrust. His cock was hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes with every movement."That's it," he growled, his mouth finding her breast and sucking her nipple into his mouth. "Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock."She was completely lost in sensation, completely focused on the pleasure building inside her. Her movements became more erratic as she climbed toward yet another orgasm.He released her breast and looked up at her, his dark eyes burning into hers."I'm never letting you go," he said, his
"The Mercers. They were good people. Are good people." Karla's eyes filled with fresh tears. "They passed away six months ago. Car accident. That's when I did the DNA test. I had no one left and I just... I needed to know if there was anyone out there who shared my blood."Isabelle made a soft soun
LYRA POV:The plane touched down at JFK with a jolt that matched the anxiety thrumming through Lyra's veins.She'd barely slept during the flight, her mind spinning with questions her mother refused to answer over the phone. Urgent. Family matter. Need you home. The words had echoed through her hea
Her phone screen glowed accusingly in the darkness, her shameful confession staring back at her. With shaking hands, she minimized the app and clutched the phone to her chest, heart hammering so hard she thought it might break through her ribs.Footsteps on the stairs.Light, measured and feminine.
Lyra's fingers trembled as she typed, the blue glow of her phone the only light in her darkened bedroom.LyraNight: I thought about him again today. God, I'm so fucked up.She held her breath, waiting. The three dots appeared almost immediately....her anonymous stranger always responded, no matter







