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Her phone screen glowed accusingly in the darkness, her shameful confession staring back at her. With shaking hands, she minimized the app and clutched the phone to her chest, heart hammering so hard she thought it might break through her ribs.Footsteps on the stairs.Light, measured and feminine.Lyra exhaled shakily, recognition flooding through her. Marie. Her housekeeper had a key for the early morning cleanings. But it was nearly midnight....what was she doing here?A soft knock at the bedroom door."Mademoiselle Lyra?" Marie's gentle, accented voice called through the wood. "I am so sorry to disturb you. I left my phone here earlier and just came to retrieve it. I saw your light was on... are you alright? Do you need anything before I go?"Lyra's racing heart began to slow, though her body still trembled with unfulfilled need and the sharp sting of interrupted pleasure."I'm fine, Marie," she managed, hoping her voice didn't sound as wrecked as she felt. "Thank you. I'm just...

"The Mercers. They were good people. Are good people." Karla's eyes filled with fresh tears. "They passed away six months ago. Car accident. That's when I did the DNA test. I had no one left and I just... I needed to know if there was anyone out there who shared my blood."Isabelle made a soft sound of sympathy and reached for Karla's hand.Lyra watched the gesture....her mother comforting this stranger, and felt something crack inside her chest."So what happens now?" Her voice was remarkably steady. "You've found your real daughter. Do you want me to... leave?""Lyra, no!" Victor moved toward her. "This is your home. You are our daughter in every way that matters. We love you. That will never change.""We want both of you," Isabelle said firmly. "You're both our daughters. Both Nightbanes. This family has room for all of us."But Karla's eyes flickered with something dark and sharp when Isabelle said that. Just for a second. Then it was gone, replaced by more tears.Lyra saw it, but

Lyra set her phone down with shaking hands and stood up.Her legs felt weak, her body hypersensitive. Every movement of fabric against her skin made her gasp.She walked to the full-length mirror in her room and looked at herself.Her hair was disheveled from the flight and the stress. Her face was flushed, eyes bright with unshed tears and arousal. Her nipples were clearly visible through her bra and blouse, hard points that ached for attention.She lifted her shirt slowly and looked at her shoulders.Light bruises were already forming where Damien's fingers had gripped her. Five distinct marks on each shoulder. Proof that he'd touched her. Proof that it had been real.She touched one of the bruises gently and gasped at the sensation. Still so sensitive.Her hands moved to her pants, unbuttoning them with fumbling fingers. She shimmied them down her hips and let them pool at her feet.Her panties were absolutely destroyed. The light pink fabric was dark with wetness, clinging to her

The annonymous chat had started three years ago, Damien had been in his penthouse in Manhattan, going through quarterly reports, when his phone had pinged with an alert.Lyra's phone activity.He'd been monitoring her digitally for months....ever since he'd decided she was his. He needed to know everything. Where she went. Who she talked to. What she was thinking.It wasn't difficult. He owned a tech company. Hacking his "sister's" phone had taken less than an hour.The alert showed she'd downloaded a new app: WhisperVault.Anonymous chatting platform.Curious, he'd dug deeper, accessing her activity logs.And what he'd found had made his cock instantly hard.She was using it to confess her darkest secrets to strangers.Specifically, her desire for her older brother.He'd read through her messages, each one more explicit than the last.I know it's wrong but I can't stop thinking about him.Sometimes I imagine him touching me and I get so wet I have to change my panties.I want him to

She didn't need to look up to know who had just entered. She could feel him. The air itself seemed to change, becoming heavier, more charged."Good morning." Damien's voice was smooth, controlled. "Sorry I'm late. Conference call with Tokyo.""Damien!" Isabelle brightened. "Come, sit. Have some breakfast."Lyra kept her eyes fixed on her plate as he moved around the table.Please don't sit near me. Please don't....He pulled out the chair directly across from her and sat down.Of course he did.She could feel his eyes on her face, could sense him studying her even as he greeted the others and accepted coffee from the staff."Sleep well, Lyra?" His voice was casual. Friendly, even.But there was something underneath it. Something dark and knowing that made her skin prickle with awareness.She forced herself to look up and immediately regretted it.He was devastating in a black button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his ja