ANMELDEN"You're insane..."His three fingers pumped into her hard and fast while his tongue flicked her oversensitive clit.Lyra's hand flew to her mouth again as another orgasm built impossibly fast.She was too sensitive. It was too much.But she couldn't stop it."Again," he growled. "Give me another one.""I can't....too much....""Yes, you can." His fingers fucked her relentlessly. "Come for me, Lyra. Now."Her fourth orgasm of the night crashed through her.She screamed into her hand, her entire body shaking, tears streaming down her face from the intensity.Damien gentled his touch, working her through it, finally withdrawing his fingers when she couldn't take anymore.He crawled up her body, settling his weight on top of her.Lyra could feel his cock...hard and thick.....pressing against her through his jeans."Please," she whispered. "I need you inside me.""Not tonight.""Why not?" She was crying now, frustrated and overwhelmed. "You've done everything else. Why not....""Because wh
The door locked with a soft click that sounded deafening in the silence.Lyra's back was pressed against the wood, her breathing ragged, her body still trembling from the two orgasms he'd given her downstairs.Damien stood in front of her, his eyes so dark they were almost black. Predatory. Hungry."That was insane," she whispered. "You can't just....at dinner....with everyone there....""I can." He stepped closer, caging her against the door with his arms. "I did. And you loved it.""That's not the point....""Then what is the point, Lyra?" His hand cupped her face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "The point is that you're mine. And I'll touch you whenever I want. Wherever I want. No matter who's watching.""Our parents are downstairs....""I know." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "Which means you're going to have to be very, very quiet."Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers.The kiss was bruising, possessive, claiming. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, domina
Lyra's eyes went wide.How was he....He'd unbuttoned her pants. She hadn't even felt it.His fingers slid beneath the fabric of her panties."So, Damien," Victor said, "how's the merger with the Chen Corporation coming along?""On schedule," Damien replied smoothly, even as his fingers found Lyra's clit. "Should close by end of month."Lyra bit down on her lip, hard, as he circled that sensitive bundle of nerves.This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real."That's excellent news," Victor said.Damien's finger slid lower, finding her entrance.She was wet. Of course she was wet.He pushed one finger inside her.Lyra's hand clenched around her fork, her breathing becoming shallow."Lyra?" Karla's voice cut through the haze. "Are you okay? You look flushed.""I'm fine," Lyra said, her voice strangled. "Just warm.""Should I turn down the heat?" Victor asked."No, no, I'm fine."Damien added a second finger, stretching her, filling her.Under the table. At dinner. With their paren
She couldn't go. Couldn't sit at a table with him and her parents and Karla and pretend everything was normal.But if she didn't go, her mother would worry. Would ask questions. Would want to know why Lyra was avoiding family dinners.And what could she say? Sorry, Mom, I can't come because Damien spent the morning making me come until I passed out and now I can't look at him without getting wet?Yeah. That would go over well.She typed back reluctantly.Lyra: I'll be there. See you at 7.Mom: Wonderful! Thank you, sweetheart!Lyra set down her phone and buried her face in her pillow.She was going to regret this.***At 6:30, Lyra stood in front of her closet, trying to decide what to wear.Something modest. Conservative. Armor.She settled on a cream-colored silk blouse with a high neck and long sleeves, paired with tailored navy pants. Nothing revealing. Nothing that could be construed as trying to attract attention.She pulled her hair back into a sleek low bun, applied minimal ma
But the burner phone calls told a different story.Three calls to Tyler this week alone. Each lasting between five and ten minutes.What were they talking about?Money, obviously. Karla needed to keep Tyler quiet and cooperative.But what else?Damien opened another file the background check on Tyler that Marcus had prepared.Tyler James. Age 28. Mechanic at Morrison's Auto Shop in Philadelphia. High school graduate. No college. No criminal record beyond a few speeding tickets.Dated Karla for two years before they broke up four months ago, right around the time she'd discovered she was a Nightbane.Interesting timing.Had she dumped him because she was moving up in the world? Or had they agreed to stay connected while she infiltrated the family?Damien studied Tyler's photo. Average-looking. Slightly scruffy. The kind of guy who worked with his hands and probably resented people like the Nightbanes.The kind of guy who might be easily manipulated. Or easily eliminated.His phone buzz
Damien stood by the window of his bedroom, looking out over the private garden while Lyra slept behind him.Unconscious again.Twice in less than twenty-four hours.A small, possessive smile curved his lips.She was so responsive. So perfect. Her body surrendered to him even when her mind tried to resist.And she would resist. When she woke up this time, she'd probably panic. Try to run. Try to convince herself that this was wrong, that they needed to stop, that their parents would never approve.He'd heard all her protests this morning....breathless, unconvincing, her body betraying every word.Our parents will never allow this.They'll be so disappointed.This is wrong.But her pussy had been soaked. Her nipples hard. Her moans desperate and needy.Her body knew the truth even if her mind refused to accept it.She belonged to him.And he was done waiting for her to figure that out on her own.Damien walked to his desk and opened his laptop, pulling up the tracking software.Lyra's p







