All Chapters of VELVET CONTROL : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Shawn Reid The system was finally quiet. For the first time in months, the constant pressure in my head had eased into a low, steady hum. Phase V was fully integrated, stable, and satisfied with Catriona as the primary anchor. She had chosen to stay. She had given me permission to release my desires with her — even when she slept — as long as there were no more sidelines. No more Sicily. No more Amara. Only her. I was trying. God, I was trying. But the past refused to stay buried. I was in my private office at Reid Capital when Lena Torres appeared at the door. The sexy tech executive assistant who had been part of those desperate threesome sessions with Sicily. She looked nervous, beautiful in that effortless way that always made the system take notice, but her eyes were filled with something heavier than desire. “Mr. Reid,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. “I’m pregnant.” The words landed like a hammer. I stared at her, my mind racing. The system flick

Shawn Reid The restaurant was one of the city’s most exclusive — dim lighting, private booths, and a menu that required reservations months in advance. I had brought Catriona here for a quiet dinner, hoping to give her a normal evening after the chaos of the past weeks. She looked stunning in a sleek black dress, her hair down, the faint marks from our nights together still visible on her neck if you looked closely enough. We were halfway through the main course when I saw her. Lena Torres. She was seated at a table across the room with a man I didn’t recognize — tall, well-dressed, laughing at something she said. Her hand rested on his arm in a way that looked intimate. She hadn’t noticed me yet, but the moment our eyes met, her face paled. She quickly looked away, leaning closer to her companion as if trying to disappear into the conversation. My stomach tightened. Catriona noticed the shift in my posture immediately. “Shawn? What’s wrong?” I forced a smile, reaching

Shawn Reid The legal risks of hidden children were a sword hanging over my head, and it was getting sharper every day. I sat in my private office at Reid Capital, the encrypted report from Marcus open on my screen. Every time I added another name to the list — another trust fund, another relocation, another confidentiality agreement — the potential liabilities multiplied. In the United States, undisclosed children could trigger paternity claims, inheritance disputes, child support lawsuits, and public scandals that could destroy a company’s reputation overnight. If even one of them decided to challenge the NDAs or go public, the fallout could be catastrophic. Especially now, with Catriona actively building her legal empire as a future federal prosecutor. One leak, one angry mother, and she would have all the ammunition she needed to walk away — or worse, to use her position in the legal system against me. I had asked Marcus to dig deeper into Stephan Moreau, Lena’s long-term b

Shawn Reid Catriona riding me in the driver’s seat was pure fire. She moved with desperate hunger, hips rolling and slamming down, taking every inch of my thick, beaded cock deep inside her. The metal ridges dragged perfectly against her inner walls with every downward stroke, making her gasp and moan my name like she couldn’t get enough. Her hands braced on my chest, nails digging into my skin as she rode me harder, her slick heat clenching around me, soaking my lap and the leather beneath us. I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, the system purring with satisfaction at the raw, possessive connection. But the system wanted more. It whispered instructions in the back of my mind — cold, precise, demanding. Take full control. Position her. Claim her completely. Stabilize the anchor. I couldn’t fight it. I lifted her off me, my cock slipping out with a wet sound that made her whimper in protest. Before she could react, I opened the driver’s door, pulled her out, and

Shawn Reid The hotel suite was quiet except for the soft rhythm of Catriona’s breathing. She hadn’t stirred when I returned. I lay beside her in the dark, one arm draped carefully over her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. My shoulder still throbbed faintly where the system had struck its warning earlier, a lingering echo of the pain that had driven me out into the night. Phase V was supposed to be complete, the merge seamless. Yet the enforcement mechanisms remained brutally efficient. I closed my eyes and let the system’s logs surface in my mind — not through any visible screen this time, but through the neural interface it had woven into my thoughts. It was always watching. Always calculating. The pain wasn’t random. It was a targeted neuromuscular override, a precise electrical cascade along specific nerve clusters in my shoulder and upper spine. Designed to feel like a heart attack without being one. Untraceable in standard medical scans. The system had ca