ログイン**Chapter 144**The charity gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art glittered with Manhattan’s elite—crystal chandeliers, designer gowns, and hushed conversations laced with power plays. Kira stood beside Damien on the grand staircase, her arm looped through his, wearing a backless crimson gown that clung to every curve. The diamond promise ring sparkled on her finger, joined tonight by a matching necklace that rested just above the swell of her breasts.Heads turned. Whispers followed. But for the first time, Kira didn’t shrink from the attention.Damien’s hand rested possessively at the base of her spine, thumb stroking the bare skin there. “You look fucking edible, baby girl,” he murmured against her ear. “Every man here wishes he could have what’s mine. Too bad Daddy already claimed this pussy for life.”Heat pooled low in her belly. She leaned into him, smiling for the cameras flashing nearby. “Behave. At least until we get home.”His low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “No p
**Chapter 143**The return to Manhattan felt different this time. No more sneaking through side entrances or checking her phone for missed calls from her father. Kira stepped out of Damien’s sleek black SUV in front of Blackwood Holdings, wearing a tailored emerald dress that hugged her curves and a pair of Louboutins he’d bought her the week before. The diamond promise ring on her finger caught the afternoon light.Damien’s hand settled possessively at the small of her back as they entered the gleaming skyscraper. “Board meeting in twenty,” he murmured, voice low enough for only her to hear. “But first, I need a taste of what’s mine.”He didn’t wait for the elevator to reach his private floor. The moment the doors closed, he backed her against the mirrored wall, one hand sliding up her thigh beneath the dress. His fingers found her bare—exactly as he’d instructed that morning via text.“No panties,” he growled approvingly, circling her clit with practiced precision. “Such a good fuck
**Chapter 142**The Hamptons estate felt like their private world, far from Manhattan’s prying eyes and the lingering shadows of family disapproval. Moonlight spilled across the master suite’s king bed, illuminating Kira’s naked body as she knelt between Damien’s spread thighs. Her lips stretched around his thick cock, taking him deep while her tongue worked the underside with practiced devotion.“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl,” Damien groaned, one hand fisted gently in her hair. “Sucking Daddy so beautifully. You’ve gotten so good at this.”Kira hummed around him, the praise making her pussy clench with fresh arousal. She loved these moments—when the ruthless CEO melted under her mouth, even as he maintained control. She bobbed faster, hollowing her cheeks, one hand stroking what she couldn’t swallow while the other cupped his heavy balls.Damien’s hips bucked. “Enough.” He pulled her up, flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion. He settled between her thighs, rubbing the head of
**Chapter 141**The Hamptons estate glowed under the late afternoon sun, waves crashing rhythmically against the private beach below. Kira stood on the wide terrace in a flowing white sundress that Damien had chosen for her that morning—short enough that the hem teased her thighs with every breeze. The diamond promise ring sparkled on her finger, a constant, thrilling reminder.Strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Damien’s bare chest pressed to her back, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath her ear.“You’ve been quiet since lunch, little one,” he murmured, voice already rough with need. “Tell Daddy what’s on your mind.”Kira leaned back into him, smiling. “Just thinking how far we’ve come. From that first night at Eclipse to this… ring on my finger, moving my things into the penthouse next week. Sophia is helping me pack tomorrow and she won’t stop screaming about it.”Damien’s low chuckle vibrated through her. One hand slid down her body, slipping under the hem of her d
**Chapter 140**The private jet hummed smoothly at thirty thousand feet, carrying them toward a secluded weekend escape in the Hamptons. Kira lounged across the wide leather seat in nothing but a sheer black lace teddy Damien had surprised her with before takeoff—one of many new pieces from La Perla that now filled an entire walk-in closet in his penthouse.Damien sat across from her, sleeves rolled up, watching her with that dark, predatory hunger that never failed to make her pulse race. A glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers.“Spread your legs for Daddy, baby girl,” he said, voice low and commanding over the engine’s murmur.Kira bit her lip, heat flooding her cheeks even after all these months. She obeyed, parting her thighs so the lace crotch of the teddy pulled tight against her already slick folds. Damien’s gaze dropped, darkening.“Look at you. So wet for me already.” He set the glass down and moved to kneel between her legs, powerful hands sliding up her inner thighs. “Y
**Chapter 139**Dawn painted the Tribeca penthouse in soft golds and pinks, filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kira lay sprawled across Damien’s chest, their bodies slick with sweat, sheets tangled around their legs. Her thighs still trembled from the last orgasm—ridden hard on his cock while he gripped her hips and growled “Ride Daddy like you mean it.”She traced lazy circles over his heart, feeling it beat steady and strong beneath her palm. “I can’t believe this is real,” she whispered. “A year ago I was terrified of disappointing my father. Now I’m in bed with the one man he hates most… and I’ve never felt more like myself.”Damien’s large hand stroked down her spine, possessive even in rest. He tilted her chin up, storm-gray eyes intense in the morning light. “You’re not the same girl who came apart on my fingers in that VIP booth, little one. You’re stronger. Wilder. Mine in every way that matters.”Kira smiled, pressing a kiss to his sternum before sliding lower.
Chapter 4: The Penthouse The black town car pulled up outside my apartment building at exactly 7:30 PM the next evening. I had spent the entire day at the gallery in a fog jumping every time my phone buzzed, thighs clenching whenever I remembered Damien’s fingers inside me on his desk.
Chapter 3: The Morning AfterSunlight filtered through the thin curtains of my small Brooklyn apartment, pulling me from a restless sleep. My body still hummed with the memory of last night Damien’s fingers, his voice, the way he’d made me come apart so easily in that private booth. I groaned and b
Chapter 2: Crossing the LineI stood frozen against the railing for what felt like forever, my champagne glass warm in my suddenly clammy hands. Damien Blackwood’s words kept echoing in my head low, filthy, and far too tempting.Come find me.My pulse was still racing. The good girl voice in my hea
Chapter 1: One Forbidden SipThe bass from the club pulsed faintly through the walls, but up here on the private rooftop lounge of Eclipse, everything felt hushed and expensive. Dim golden lights, plush leather seating, and the glittering New York City skyline stretching out like a sea of lights.I







