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Only then did he rise over her. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wide, and sank into her in one continuous thrust. The stretch was still brutal even after everything. She was so tight, so wet, the wet sounds filthy in the room. He fucked her slow and deep at first, watching every inch of his thick cock disappear into her, watching the way her full breasts swayed with each measured stroke. “God,” he rasped, forehead pressed to hers, voice cracking rawer than lust. “You’re taking me so deep. This perfect little cunt was made for my cock. No one else gets to stretch you like this. Not Dax. Not anyone. Only me.” Lily’s nails dug into his shoulders. “Uncle Damien… fuck.. I can’t… it’s too much—” “You can. You will.” He thrust harder, deeper, the angle letting him grind against that sensitive place inside her on every stroke. “I’ve been dying without this. Fucking Edna and only thinking about you. About how tight you get when you’re close. About how you look when

Her reply was immediate. It’s cool. He wanted her to refuse. Wanted the old fire. Not this accommodation. It made him only angrier. Lunch was six people around a long table: Damien, Dax, Melanie, Edna, Lily, Lucien. Edna claimed the conversation within the first five minutes and never let it go. She talked about venues, and wedding dresses. About what she’d want for her own wedding. She spoke like she was the one getting married in a couple months. Like Damien had already proposed, and the ring was already on her finger. Damien felt uncomfortable at every word she uttered. He hadn’t proposed. He had never even hinted at it. He didn’t know why she was assuming this and it made him feel awkward. It made everyone feel awkward. Across the table Lily kept her eyes on her plate, but the corner of her mouth kept twitching. She pressed her napkin to her lips to hide a full smile. Damien watched her struggle and helpless warmth unfurled inside him. He loved seeing her smile. Even when it

Lily stepped through the glass doors of the Ross & Gallagher building just after eleven, the click of her heels echoing across the polished marble lobby. Her dad had told her last night at dinner to bring the wedding budget folders the next morning to his office so they’d go over them properly one last time. The elevator carried her up to the executive floor. When the doors slid open she headed straight for Lucien’s suite. The outer office was empty. Mr. Matthews’s desk sat neat and unoccupied, his computer screen dark. She knocked once on the inner door and waited, then tried the handle. It opened easily. She peered in. “Daddy?” Silence greeted her. She stepped back out and crossed the short distance to Damien’s suite. Thomas, Damien’s secretary, looked up from his screen as she appeared in the doorway. “Miss Gallagher. Good morning.” “Hi, Thomas. Do you know where my dad is? I can’t find him or Mr. Matthews.” Thomas checked the schedule on his monitor. “They’re still in the