SATISFIED

AISHA

I spent the rest of the day with Damian, my legs spread wide on the soft leather sofa while his head remained right between my thighs, his heavy breaths warm against my bare skin. He treated my body like his personal playground, taking whatever pleasure he wanted. He handled my breasts like his little fancy balls, weighing them, squeezing them, completely lost in his own world.

Damian was the only one truly enjoying this marriage. As for me, even though the sex was good, I wasn't in his bed for his long, never-tiring penis. I didn't care about his touch, his title, or his endless stamina. I was here for one reason and one reason only: to revenge the death of my innocent little brothers, to clear my name from these disgusting accusations, and most importantly, to utterly deal with and destroy Mabel.

I looked down at the dark hair scattered across my lap, my eyes cold and calculating while his hands remained pinned to my hips.

"Damian," I asked softly, my fingers idling in his hair to keep him calm. "What were you and Mabel actually discussing in here before I walked in?"

Damian paused, his breath hot against my wet skin, before lifting his face slightly. "She came to offer those pictures to me, Aisha. She wanted me to see what you did."

Before he could continue trying to analyze the situation, I cut him off, taking the words right out of his mouth.

"You see?" I said, letting my voice drop into a sharp, bitter pitch. "They both planned it! Samson and Mabel set this entire thing up. They wanted to get me drunk, take advantage of my unconsciousness, take those pictures, and send them directly to you to turn you against me. Think about it, Damian—why isn't Mabel attacking her own husband for cheating if this wasn't all planned from the beginning? Why is she handing you photos instead of tearing her own house apart?"

Damian froze. The logic hit him right where I wanted it to, cutting through his remaining doubts. He believed me. He had to—he was completely intoxicated by me, his head still resting right under my vagina, completely trapped in the web I had spun around him.

"I will kill Samson!" Damian roared suddenly, his voice echoing off the study walls as he sat up, his jaw set in a hard, lethal angle. "I will tear his throat out with my own bare hands for what he did to you!"

"No, Damian, wait," I said quickly, placing a hand on his broad chest to hold him back. "He is an Alpha, and he has maximum protection around his territory. Killing him openly will not be that easy, and it will bring a massive war between the packs that you don’t need right now."

Damian narrowed his dark eyes, his breathing heavy. "So what do you expect me to do? Let him breathe after touching what is mine?"

"I suggest you focus on Mabel first," I said, leaning in close so my breath brushed his ear. "She is already close to you. She thinks she can manipulate you. Make her tell you things about her past. Pretend to side with her, make her trust you completely, and find out from her how best to destroy her husband from the inside. That way, you destroy Samson without causing an all-out war that puts your own people at risk."

Damian stared at me for a long, quiet moment, his chest heaving as he processed my words. Slowly, the wild rage in his eyes settled into a dark, calculated cruelness. He nodded his head slowly.

"You're right," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. "We play her own game against her."

Satisfied, Damian pushed me aside to stand up and adjust his trousers. But I wasn't finished making sure he was completely bound to my will. Before he could step away, I reached out, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him back toward me.

I turned around on the couch, bent my ass over the armrest, and looked back at him with a silent invitation.

Damian didn't hesitate. He let out a low growl, grabbed my hips from behind, and drove into me hard, giving me a quick, brutal doggy-style pounding right there against the leather. The raw friction filled the quiet room until he finished with a deep shudder, leaning heavily against my back.

He pulled out slowly, buttoning his pants as he walked toward the heavy oak doors of the study. He paused at the doorway, turning his head back with a slow, wicked grin.

"We have better doggy waiting for us tonight, my Luna," he said, his dark eyes flashing with satisfaction.

"I'll hold you to that, Alpha," I replied softly, watching him step out into the corridor.

The moment the heavy doors began to swing shut, I heard his booming voice echo down the stone hallway, cold and commanding:

"Guards! Go get Luna Mabel immediately!"

I sat back against the leather sofa, slowly pulling my gown up over my shoulders, a slow, icy smile finally spreading across my face. The game had officially begun.