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I’m right on the edge, about to cum all over their couch when I hear the front door open. My heart stops. Damien walks in first. His eyes land on the massive TV showing a girl getting destroyed, then on me — legs spread obscenely, three fingers buried deep in my soaked pussy, skirt around my waist, moaning like a slut. For one electric second, everything freezes. Then Damien moves like a predator. He grabs the remote and turns the TV off. In the same motion he storms over, hauls me up off the couch, and carries me straight into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind us with a click.

Damien Blackwood was not going to be used and discarded just because he had feelings for someone. Damien switched on the TV, and just as he expected, Ethan's live press conference was being broadcast across multiple channels. Damien's expression hardened as his eyes locked onto the caption under the headline: "Ethan Vale Denies Involvement With Damien Blackwood." He stared intently at the screen, all of his attention focused entirely on Ethan.

Damon’s POV After the cameras stopped, after the feeds were saved, I requested a private meeting. I wanted Viva to understand that this wasn’t a performance I could be bullied out of. I wanted her to know the cost of continuing. She arrived, predictably, fashionably late as if timing mattered. She walked in like someone used to being the centre of attention, her skin taut with practised composure. But the eyes I kept on her saw the tremor beneath the surface. She knew the feed had been merciless.

It was all connected in a massive, terrifying web, and I was caught right in the center of the spider’s trap. Suddenly, Damon pulled his hand from mine and snatched his phone out of his coat pocket. “Wait,” Damon muttered, his fingers flying across the glass screen with frantic speed. “What are you doing?” I asked, wiping my face with the back of my sleeve. “My father mentioned my mother’s private clinic in Vermont,” Damon said, his breath hitching as he scrolled through his archived contacts. “When I was a kid, she had a secondary satellite number she used to call me from when she was away.”

My pussy clenched at the thought. “Not nervous,” I whispered in a throat voice, arousal flooding back. “Just curious.” Damian stepped closer, putting his hand on my waist. “Dorian’s the one in the p**n videos, Sera. I’m too busy with work to be available 24/7 fucking on screen. But I handle the exclusive live chats out of work hours.” Realization struck me. The man whose powerful thrusts had shattered my world, whose body moved like a god in those threesomes… That was Dorian.

V is not even on but why's he staring at it like that? After making myself a steaming hot extra cubes of sugar coffee, I walk towards him. “Are you okay?” I ask. He spares me a glance before shifting his gaze back to the T.V, his fingers interlocked between his thighs. “Do I look like I'm not?” I sit opposite him, silently sipping my coffee, eyes on him. Brooding Damien is… scary. “What's wrong with you?” I ask again after some minutes. “I said nothing.” He says standing up.

Tajsa ~ “When on earth did you get so buff?” Damon ~ “When you were busy playing house with Brody.” Tajsa ~ “What is that saying you get? Showing a girl what she is missing out on.” Damon ~ “You know that things will never work between us.” Tajsa ~ “Never say never if you don't know it for sure.” Damon ~ “Well, after I make you my COO, it would be mixing business with pleasure.” Tajsa ~ “You are what?” Damon ~ “I am making you COO.”

“I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.” “If you’re so sure I’m lying…” Carter’s eyes flashed, “then kill me. Right now.” Damon stepped forward, lips curled in disgust. “Too easy.” He stared Carter down like he was filth beneath his boots. “If she’s real,” Damon said coldly, “if Tatiana’s really the one pulling your strings, then let her come for you. Let her crawl through the shadows and save you.” He turned, already walking. “Prove it,” he said over his shoulder. “Or rot.”

Damon was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Alright." The video cut off there.

her father asked. Damien rubbed her clit faster, fucking her with short, brutal strokes. Rori came violently, her scream muffled by his large hand as her pussy clenched and spasmed around him. Her legs shook so hard she would have collapsed without the desk. Damien buried himself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep inside her while her father stood right outside the door. “Everything’s fine, Mr. Vanderbilt,” Damien answered calmly, voice perfectly steady even as he kept grinding his cock inside her, pushing his seed deeper. “Just showing Miss Vanderbilt some new security protocols.”