The Forbidden Game

Katherina, now in a silk robe, smirked. “Don’t talk. Just do what I said.”

 He approached the bed, glancing once at Damien’s unconscious face.

 Katherina’s silk robe dropped to the floor without hesitation. Her body smooth, flawless, bathed in moonlight was a vision Daniel couldn’t tear his eyes from. His breath caught, his hands clenched ready to explore every inch of her delicate body. 

 She stepped toward him, slow and commanding, until there was no space left between their bodies. Her nipples brushed the fabric of his shirt, and he inhaled sharply. 

 “Katherina…” he whispered, chest rising fast.

 Her hand slid down his chest, fingers trailing over his abs before unbuckling his belt in one swift motion. The sound of it snapping loose sent a pulse straight to his cock.

 And then her hand was on him firm, possessive stroking over his length with ease going up and down while using her other hand to rub his tip.. He groaned, head falling back, his resolve burning away in her touch.

 “You’re so fucking dangerous,” he rasped.

 “And you love it,” she replied, dropping to her knees.

 He didn’t expect her mouth so quickly. Warm, wet heat surrounded him, tongue swirling, lips tight around his shaft. He fisted her hair, hips twitching, struggling not to thrust too hard as she sucked him deeper.

 “Katherina fuck stop or I’ll come,” he growled.

 She pulled off with a wet pop, standing slowly, her lips swollen and slick. Then she climbed onto the bed his brother’s bed and parted her thighs without shame, revealing her soaked cunt 

 “Take me hard” she said, her voicesharp. “Show me you’re not a coward.”

 Daniel stripped in seconds. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. He climbed between her legs, guiding himself to her entrance, and paused just for a second.

 Her hand gripped his jaw, nails digging in. “Fuck me, Daniel.”

 And he did.

 He thrust into her in one deep stroke, and they both gasped. She was tight, so warm it made his head spin. He started to move slow at first, dragging against her walls, savoring every inch.

 Katherina arched beneath him, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him deeper.

 Each thrust was sharper, harder, more reckless. Their bodies collided in rhythm skin against skin, heat against heat.

 Her breasts bounced with every movement. He sucked one into his mouth, biting down until she moaned and dug her nails into his back.

 She didn’t care that Damien lay unconscious beside them, chest rising and falling in drugged slumber.

 If anything, it made her more horny and thrilled..

 She turned her head slightly watching Damien even as Daniel drove into her, sweat dripping down his spine. The bed creaked. The sheets tangled.

 “You like this?” Daniel panted. “You like fucking me while he’s right there?”

 Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “ yes Daniel Harder.”

 He obeyed.

 His hips slapped against her thighs. Her moans grew louder, needier, but she muffled them into the pillow, never looking away from Damien’s sleeping face.

 Her walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His rhythm stuttered as he felt her tighten, her breath catching.

 “I’m close fuck you’re gonna make me”

 “Inside,” she gasped. “Do it.”

 And he did.

 With a broken groan, Daniel spilled into her, jerking hard, his orgasm tearing through him like wildfire. Her body trembled beneath his, her own climax shuddering through her silently, almost cruelly quiet.

 He collapsed over her, breathless, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

 Remember,” she whispered, “you’re not here. This never happened.”

 Morning Light

 The sun crept through the curtains, soft and merciless.

 Damien stirred, his mouth dry, head pounding, His throat burned him badly , His head felt like a hammer had split it open.

 He reached for water then froze.

 Katherina lay beside him, naked, her hair scattered across the pillow 

 “What the hell,” he croaked.

 He sat up too fast. The room spun.

 She stirred with a lazy stretch. “Morning, husband.”

 “Why are you in my bed?” His voice cracked.

 “You don’t remember?” she asked sweetly. “We had a wild night. You were insatiable.”

 “I never touched you.”

 “Oh, you did. You pulled me close. Kissed me like you meant it. Said you wanted to try again and make our marriage work. I told you no… but you insisted.”

 Damien’s heart pounded. “Liar. I passed out. I remember.”

 “Or maybe you’re trying not to,” she whispered, sitting up, letting the sheet slide.

 “You drugged me,” he said, voice breaking.

 She met his gaze, eyes gleaming. “I wanted a baby. And you weren’t giving me one.”

 “You’re sick.”

 She only smiled. “No. I’m determined. If I’m pregnant… it’ll be your legacy.”

 Damien stood up immediately grabbing his shirt.

 “If you’re pregnant, Katherina, that child won’t carry my name. I’ll destroy every record of that night. I’ll take your title, your home, your name.”

 “You can’t prove anything.”

 He stormed toward the door.

 She called after him, her voice laced with triumph.

 “But if the world believes we made love if I’m carrying a Blackwood heir how long do you think it’ll take before you’re trapped again dear husband?”

 He stopped briefly, rage vibrating through his spine.

 “You disgust me.”

 Then he left.

 Blackwood Enterprises – Two Hours Later*l

 The boardroom buzzed with whispers.

 Something was off.

 Damien stormed in, his presence suffocating. His assistant looked like she’d seen a ghost.

 “Sir… you need to see this.”

 She handed him a sealed envelope. His name was printed on the front. No return address.

 He ripped it open.

 Silence fell.

 Inside was a notarized purchase agreement, Stamped with gold foil.

 Eighty percent of Blackwood Enterprises had been bought overnight.

 “What the hell…” he whispered, Damien blinked.

 His stomach dropped.

 He flipped to the final page the signature line.

 New Chairman: A. Amelia Holdings.

 Signed $$$$

 His hand shook, His chest tightened.

 He dropped the paper.

 “No,” he whispered. “That’s not possible.” 

 Katherina walked in behind him, latte in hand. 

 “What’s going on love?”

 Damien turned to her slowly, “Someone just bought 80% of the company out from under me.”

 She blinked. “Who?”

 His voice rose sharply. “Who the hell signed this? Who signed this?!”

 Somewhere Across the Ocean…

 A tall woman stood on a balcony overlooking the French Riviera.

 The wind tugged at her silk robe.

 A toddler ran toward her, giggling. She scooped him into her arms.

 “Careful, baby,” she whispered, brushing his hair back. “Mama’s got big work to do.”

 Her assistant entered the room behind her. “Everything’s confirmed, ma’am. The board is yours.