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Damien’s eyes darken, a predatory smile curving his lips. “Is that a challenge?”

I say nothing but instead pounce, pinning him beneath me as my mouth descends to mark his skin as mine.

“Watch me,” I murmur.

I can feel his heart beating against my lips, his breath quickening as I trail kisses down his jaw to his chest. My hands roam over his firm muscles, feeling the hard ridges of his abs and the smattering of hair that leads down his stomach. I can’t help but be drawn to the tempting sight below, the sight of him that drove me wild last night.

I run my fingers over the waistband of his boxers, feeling the heat radiating from below. “You want this, don’t you?” I whisper, a smirk pulling at my lips.

Damien’s eyes are smoldering with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You have no idea,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips.

“You’re on,” I breathe against his lips, trying to keep my voice steady. The playful challenge we’re exchanging is new territory for me, but I find myself reveling in the thrill of it all.

I go lower and take his cock in my mouth, sucking on it until it chokes me. My spit drips down the shaft, and I can barely breathe as it reaches its full shape.

Then, I sit back up and hold his arms above his head, sitting on his cock. Slowly, I begin to inch myself further onto his cock, finishing the last few inches with one swift bang.

His eyes widen, and then a devilish grin comes across his face. “You do know how to play, don’t you?” he whispers, trying to free his hands to touch me. I hold them down in place and begin to ride him with slow, tantalizing movements, my hips swaying hypnotically.

Damien’s eyes follow me, drinking me in with hungry desire. His breathing intensifies with every up and down of my rhythm. I can see the struggle in his face, the need to touch me, to hold me, to take control.

But I am in control now. I am calling the shots, setting the pace, and claiming him as my own. My heart pounds in my chest, matching the rhythm of our bodies. I can feel his heat building, his desire for me growing with each thrust. I’m testing his patience, seeing how long I can keep him invested in this game.

But just then, he bucks his hips upwards, slamming into my pussy.

“Damien,” I moan with intense pleasure, releasing his hands to throw mine back against his upper thighs for better support. With me still on top, he takes control, just as I want him to.

He thrusts up into me, hard and deep, and I cry out, my hips bucking in response. One, two, three, four… he holds my waist, keeps me in place, and fucks me hard, harder, as hard as he’s ever fucked me.

I see stars. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and I arch my back, inviting him deeper, needing more of him inside me.

“Harder,” I gasp, my voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies coming together.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. His thrusts become more aggressive.

“Damien,” I whimper, feeling the familiar sensation building deep within me. “I’m going to come.”

He growls, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my toes curl. “Cum for me, Genevieve. Let me feel you fall apart.”

And with that, my pussy clenches around him just as I feel his cum shoot into me, and I almost faint from how giddy I am from this high.

Chapter 21 - Damien

I stride into Boris’s office, feeling the weight of recent events heavy on my shoulders. Boris and Lev turn to face me, expressions grim, already anticipating bad news. Boris sits behind his massive mahogany desk while Lev leans against a bookshelf.

Though they look worried, I instantly feel comforted knowing they’re both here after having dropped everything all because I asked—my brothers, my confidants.

“Damien, what’s this urgent meeting about?” Boris asks, rising from his desk.

I motion for him to sit, and I take my place opposite his. Lev saunters over to sit beside me.

I run a hand through my hair, swallowing hard before speaking. “It’s about Genevieve and something that happened with her father.”

Lev raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Go on.”

“You might recall yesterday’s meeting where Genevieve proposed a new casino hotel in Vermont,” I begin, putting together the facts. “Gerald didn’t show up to the meeting but he was in the building. After the meeting ended, I went to get us some coffee, and when I returned, I found he’d cornered Genevieve in one of the hallways.”

“Alright,” Boris narrows his eyes.

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