ANOTHER LIE AFTER ANOTHER

AISHA

My throat felt dry as I stared at the shameless pictures spread across the glass table. There was no point in denying what his eyes could clearly see. But I couldn't afford to lose Damian now—not when Mabel was already whispering poisonous lies into his ear and building an army to destroy me.

If I lost Damian's backing, I lost everything. My vengeance would die before it even began.

I looked at him, taking in the storm of rage and hurt in his dark eyes. He was a powerful Alpha, but beneath that terrifying command, he was still just a man. And right now, he was a man spiraling with jealousy.

I knew how to calm him down. I knew how to make him bend.

Slowly, deliberately, I reached up to the buttons of my gown. I unfastened them one by one, letting the dark fabric slide off my shoulders and pool around my ankles. I stood before him completely naked in the middle of his study, letting my silvery hair spill over my bare skin.

"Wear your clothes," Damian said, but this time his voice lacked its violent bite. The harsh edge had softened into a low, heavy tune, his dark eyes instantly dipping down to trail over my exposed body.

I'm getting him, I thought to myself. The shift in his energy was subtle, but I felt it like a shift in the wind.

I didn't answer him. Instead, I took a slow step forward, closing the space between us. I reached down, unbuckling his heavy belt and pulling down his pants to free his already massive penis. It was rigid and burning hot against my palms.

I dropped to my knees right in front of him. I opened my mouth and took the broad tip inside, rolling my tongue around the cap while my hands reached up to gently play with his balls.

A sharp gasp ripped through Damian’s throat. He loved the feeling, his fingers instantly tangling into my hair, holding me close as he threw his head back.

"Aisha..." he groaned out loud, his breath hitching wildly. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I didn't answer with words. I pulled back, the shiny slickness connecting us in the dim light of the study. I stood up, taking his hand, and guided him back toward the heavy leather armchair behind his desk. I pushed him down into it, then lowered myself directly over his lap.

I rubbed the wet tip of his cap against my aching, dripping core, letting him feel how wet I already was for him. Then, with one swift downward movement, I sank all the way onto him, swallowing his massive size in one deep stroke.

Damian let out a choked roar, his hands gripping my hips so tight his nails dug into my skin.

I began to ride him, rolling my waist in deep, grinding circles, screwing him like a hawk targeting its prey. This sex was not for fun. It wasn't about passion or pleasure for me. It was pure strategy, a calculated move to get him completely back on my side. I would not let Mabel win. I would not let that murderous bitch take my protector away from me.

Damian screamed out my name, his head thrashing against the high back of the chair as I picked up the pace, giving him the century sex—a wild, relentless rhythm that had his chest heaving and his muscles straining under mine.

As I rode him, feeling the intense heat building between us, I leaned down, bringing my lips right against his ear.

"Damian... listen to me," I whispered softly, my breath hot against his neck as my waist kept moving. "I didn't kill Alpha Brad. I swear to you on my wolf's life, Mabel did it. She poisoned him in his sleep to take the pack for herself."

Damian groaned, his hands shifting up to cup my breasts, his eyes half-closed with absolute pleasure. "You... you have no proof, Aisha..." he panted out.

"I have no evidence," I admitted, grinding down harder against him, driving him to the absolute brink. "But I have my truth. I loved that old man. He was kind to me when everyone else treated me like trash. Why would I poison the only person who protected me?"

He groaned loudly, his hips thrusting upward to meet my descent, completely lost in the rhythm I was dictating.

"Then explain the photos!" Damian gasped out, his jaw tight as he fought to stay coherent through the pleasure overload. "Why did you sleep with Samson?"

I looked down into his dark, storm-filled eyes, letting a tear slip down my cheek—a perfect, desperate performance.

"Because he forced me," I lied softly, my voice trembling with fake emotion. "I went there to talk to him, Damian. I wanted to tell him the truth about his father. But he... he slipped something into my drink. I was drugged by Samson. I couldn't fight him off."

Damian’s eyes snapped wide open, the pleasure in his gaze instantly transforming into an explosive, lethal rage. The thought of another Alpha drugging and taking what he believed belonged to him sent his inner beast into overdrive.

He gripped my waist tight, lifting me up and driving himself into me one last, powerful time as a guttural roar tore from his chest.

"That bastard," Damian growled out, his breathing heavy and dangerous against my neck as he held me close, his heart hammering violently against mine. "He laid his hands on my Luna under deceit."

He tightened his arms around me, his voice dropping into a deadly, unforgiving promise that chilled the room to its core.

"I am going to kill Samson."