Forbidden Love With My Stepbrother

Elara's POV

"You're so wet," he whispered.

His fingers slid between my folds, teasing the slick heat that had built from just his stare across the bar.

My breath caught in my throat. Even a shiver ran down my spine. I leaned back against the wall of the private room in Eclipse with my mouth open.

The lounge was upscale, the kind of place where the rich hid their vices.

I had snuck out here tonight with my heart pounding in rebellion.

This was my emotional escape from my Mom's quick marriage to the billionaire, Victor Blackwood.

That man had turned our home into a sterile mansion, full of expectations and silence in less than a week.

I was eighteen tonight. It was also my final year of high school. It would soon be behind me. But I was still trapped in that innocent shell.

Tonight, on a whim, I had dared myself to break free. It was the reason I had slipped into this tight black dress that hugged my curves beautifully.

I felt powerful for once.

He had spotted me first. The man who would take my virginity.

Those gray eyes that pierced like they knew my secrets met mine across the lounge after I had had two shots.

Maybe three, considering the fact that I was a little bit tipsy.

And he was moving towards me before I could say jack Robinson.

I could tell he was older than I was, maybe twenty-two. He had that sexy but magnetic aura, his dark hair falling down over a sharp forehead.

My thighs clenched together when he reached me, winking perfectly.

"Hey lovely."

I couldn't answer him. There was a lump sitting adamantly in my throat. And the overwhelming sensations which was travelling through me didn't even help matters at all.

He exuded control, leaning against the bar in a fitted shirt that hinted at the hard body beneath there.

There was no introductions.

He just bought me a drink. His voice was low and smooth when he clinked his glass against mine.

"You look like you're running from something," he pointed out.

I nodded, sipping the vodka that burned my throat. Yet, it warmed me, loosening the knot in my chest.

Tension built fast-his knee brushing mine, his gaze dropping to my lips, and heat pooling low in my belly.

Alcohol made me bold; I wasn't even experienced. I had never gone this far with anyone. But there was something in him that called my deepest desires, the fire I had kept hidden for so long.

"Let's get out of here," he leaned in and whispered when I was already so wet, liquid was staining my panties.

I nodded without thought.

Now, in this locked room, his mouth found mine in a hungry and demanding kiss that tasted of whiskey and sin.

His tongue swept past mine, diving swiftly into my mouth in order to taste the nooks and crannies.

And while his hand cupped each of my breast through the dress, the pad of his thumb was circling my nipple until it peaked into two hard beads.

My legs were shaking. Emotions swirled inside me-excitement laced with nerves, and a thrilling fear that made my pulse to race.

I'd fantasized about this, but reality was overwhelming, his presence filling the space, making me feel small yet desired.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with something I knew was lust-unbridled, unbothered.

"Tell me you want this." His voice was a command, but there was a careful edge, like he was testing the waters.

"I do," I breathed. My hands began to tremble as I tugged at his shirt. And boldness surged within me.

I wanted to shed my inexperience there and then like old skin.

He growled his approval and lifted my body effortlessly onto the small table at a corner of the dim room.

My dress hiked up to expose my thick thighs beneath them. And he stepped between them, his hardness pressing against my core through his pants.

I gasped at the contact, grinding against him instinctively, the friction sending sparks through me.

His fingers hooked my panties, sliding them down slowly, exposing me.

Vulnerability hit hard-nerves twisting in my gut, wondering if he would see just how new this was to me.

But the want overpowered it, and that deep ache begging for more.

He knelt suddenly in my front, his breath hot on my inner thigh.

"So pretty," he murmured, before his tongue flicked out, tasting me.

My head fell back. My mouth fell open along with it. And I moaned, loud and unrestrained while my hands shot out towards him, fisting his hair.

He licked slow, deliberate circles around my clit, sucking gently, then harder, building pressure that had my hips bucking with hunger.

Emotions flooded me. The ecstasy was mixed with shock. Shock at how good it felt, at how my body betrayed my innocence with eager wetness.

"Oh God," I whimpered.

My legs were shaking when he added his fingers-one at first, sliding in easy from my arousal, then two.

There were stretching instantly stretching my cunt with a slight burn, but the pleasure drowned it.

He stood to his feet and began undoing his belt with one hand. His eyes remained on me.

The clink echoed in the silence-not totally, I was breathing heavily.

His pants fell to the floor and he pushed down his briefs. Then, his cock sprang free from them-thick, veined, and utterly intimidating.

My eyes widened.

A wave of anxiety crashed over the lust which had taken over me. I had never seen one up close before, not even a flaccid one. Never felt one.

What if I couldn't handle it? The thoughts whirled around in my head as he palmed himself slowly.

But boldness won me over. I reached out and took over from him, wrapping my hand around his hardness.

A groan left his lips.

My eyes flickered to his face. His features were marred with pleasure. I stroked his cock tentatively.

He hissed, eyes fluttering shut before she spoke: "Fuck, that feels good."

I explored his cock for a few moments before he stopped me.

"If you continue, I'm going to cum all over your pretty dress," he said, leaning in. "We don't want that."

I swallowed, my eye following his which grabbed his large cock. My mouth began to water.

The sight was hot. He positioned himself, rubbing the tip against my entrance, coating himself in me.

"Ready?" His voice was rough. But he waited for me, gray eyes searching mine-dominant, yet careful.

I nodded, heart hammering in my chest as excitement buzzed. But fear nipped at its edges too.

This was it-my first time, with a stranger in a lounge.

There was no turning back.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

The stretch that followed was intense and new to me. Until a sharp pain sliced through the pleasure.

I winced, biting down in my lower lip hard enough to stifle a cry.

He froze halfway. His brows furrowed when he glanced down at me.

"You're tight..." I blinked away the years in my eyes. "Wait." I swallowed softly. He pulled back slightly, eyes widening in realization.

He knew now! He did.

"This is your first time?" Heat flooded my face at his words.

The embarrassment mingled with the ache at my core. I looked away, nodes began forming in my throat.

"Yeah," I admitted. My voice was small, and I hated it.

Emotions tumbled in me-shame for not saying sooner, worry because he might stop, delight from his cock.

But there also a strange vulnerability from all of this that made me feel exposed in a way that was raw.

He cupped my chin and turned me to face him. His expression softened. The dominance he exuded was tempered with something that was almost tender.

"Why didn't you say so?" But there was no judgment in his eyes-just surprise. And beneath it, there was a darker hunger-like the knowledge of my innocence fueled him.

"I didn't want to ruin it," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes from the mix of pain and overwhelming sensation. "I want this. Please, don't stop."

He groaned, leaning in to kiss me deeply in a slow, sensuous way.

"I'll be careful. But fuck, knowing I'm your first..." His voice trailed off, laced with a certain possession.

I swallowed.

"Brace yourself." He moved again, gentler this time. His cock eased into my pussy with shallow thrusts, letting my cunt have time to adjust.

The pain faded gradual, blooming into pleasure as my body adapted.

Relief flooded me, and then it was building into ecstasy.

There was a sense of empowerment in giving this to him, a stranger who had awakened something primal in me.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he muttered, fully in me now, his hands in my thighs holding my body still.

The thrusts were delivered with a precision that made me insane. My legs were shaking in his grip.

His hand slipped between us for his thumb to touch my clit, rubbing soft circles there to ease me.

I moaned, the dual sensation was just overwhelming-fullness inside my cunt and circles from outside.

The boldness returned and I wrapped my legs around him, tighter, pulling his cock deeper with each stroke.

Each thrust was carefully building the rhythm that made me cry. The pain that lingered was faint.

Pleasure dominated it all, the waves rising higher and higher.

My nails dug into his back, urging him on. "Harder," I begged, surprising myself. He obliged, pace quickening, raw now but still mindful-his eyes watching my face, adjusting when I gasped.

Emotions peaked, and I was in awe at how my body responded to the intimacy with someone nameless, and the dark thrill of recklessness.

He was dominant, hus hands pinning my hips, angling deep, hitting spots that made me see stars.

"Come for me little virgin," he growled in my ears-the words dirty and possessive in a way that sent me over the edge without hindrance.

I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me. The walls of my pussy clenched tight around his fullness.

Tears spilled from my eyes-not from pain, but the intensity, the emotional release of letting go.

My lips produced words-incoherent and absolutely high-pitched.

He followed, thrusting erratic, spilling hot inside with a guttural moan, his body tense against mine.

We panted, foreheads touching. He pulled out gentle, kissing my tears away. "You okay?" His thumb was brushing my cheek now.

I nodded. My cunt was sore, but I was glowing inside-shaken by the orgasm and the vulnerability, yet smiling at the secret power I had claimed.

He dressed fast, his movements efficient. "A pity we would never meet to do this again," he said with his voice regretful, eyes unreadable.

I believed him, watching him leave.

The room felt empty, but I lingered in order to savor the ache. Afterwards, I called a cab and went home.

The mansion was silent when I slipped into bed with my body throbbing and my emotions a whirlwind.

Did I regret it? No.

Was it thrilling? Yes.

My cunt was sore. I was shaken. But I could still smile because I had no clue the man would twist into my nightmare, bound by family blood that wasn't ours.

Elara's POV

I woke with sunlight streaming through the curtains. My body was currently a map of last night's dirty sins.

And between my legs, that tender ache pulsed-a filthy reminder of how he had claimed my virginity.

I recalled his thick cock splitting me open, stretching my innocent walls until I was dripping and begging for more like a desperate slut.

That moment burned hottest in my memory like fire and brimstone.

His fingers had been relentless, curling deep to hit that spot that had eventually made me shatter.

His eyes dark with possession, slowing just enough to make the pain twist into dark pleasure, whispering, "You are mine now, little virgin."

I shifted under the sheets. My hand instinctively slipped down to circle my swollen clit as I replayed it.

My cunt was wet already.

God, he was a stranger then, but the way he dominated me-careful thrusts turning rough, his cum filling me hot and deep-left me craving like a slut.

Shame heated my cheeks, but so did want. I came quick, biting down in my lower lips to muffle my moans.

I didn't want to wake the entire mansion with my early morning masturbation session. I dragged myself to the shower and washed away the evidence.

But not the hunger.

Downstairs, My mom was all smiles while she was flipping pancakes as if our lives were just perfect.

It wasn't.

"Morning, sweetie!"

I grunted a reply.

Her excitement was not contagious where I was concerned. But she didn't seem to mind that at all.

"It's a big day-the marriage papers are signed and sealed. Victor and I are officially hitched."

She waved her hands in the air so her ring could catch the light. My eyes rolled in their sockets.

"Not my business."

Victor looked up from his newspaper, and his face was etched with that perpetual calculation I hated.

He always acres like he knew everything when he didn't.

At least he didn't know that yesterday his new step daughter had gone to a lounge and gotten fucked like a cheap little whore by a hit stranger.

"My son, Damien is in his way with a fresh degree in hand. He is ready to be a CEO to the new branch. The boy's got an edge; he'll shake things up."

My coffee cup paused mid-air: nose scrunching in disgust.

Stepbrother? Did he mean some stupid entitled prick who was stepping into this gilded cage with me?

A dry snort left me.

I had caught Victor muttering on the phone last night while I was sneaking in, sore and satisfied: "If Damien uncovers that shit we're fucked."

What shit?

Embezzlement?

Something worse?

Dread nibbled at me, but I shoved it down and focused on the burn of the hot liquid I slipped in anger.

Last night felt surreal now-his gray eyes devouring me while he pounded my cunt, calling me greedy as my first orgasm crashed over me hard.

Heat bloomed low again.

Focus, Elara.

After breakfast, I slipped out of the house and went to school.

The hours blurred with all of that school drudgery, and my stupid friends teasing about my new "glow".

I didn't tell them anything. But my mind was filthy, replaying his dominance.

And I was almost in the verge of sneaking into the toilet stall and bringing myself completion with my fngers, imagining his cock instead.

School ended quickly and I rushed home, slamming the door behind me and locking it shut. I leaned heavily against it and my hands slipped down to circle my clit with expertise.

My eyes fell shut as my fingers worked me to a climax. I came fast, my body shaking against the door.

Dinner was filled with tension. Mom fussed over dinner-roast, wine, and the works because of him.

The expected step son.

I didn't care. I was dressed casually, in jeans, hugging my ass, and a top that dipped just enough to tease.

Victor paced.

"He should be here any minute."

The knock came soon.

"I'll get it," Victor said. Then he disappeared to the front door.

I heard the door open, and the exchange of pleasantries.

Footsteps came towards where mom and I waited at the dining.

I heard them turn the corner, conversing about something.

Then, my eyes fell on him.

My heart jumped.

Gray eyes.

Dark hair.

The same shade with the man who had fucked my virginity away in a haze of lust and recklessness.

My heart fell to my feet.

That hit stranger was there, standing in the dining, luggage in hand, looking like sin wrapped in casual clothes.

Our gazes locked-silent, electric. His eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare, promising more darkness.

The air thickened. My breath stuck in my throat when panic exploded in my chest, heart slamming hard.

My knees grew weak.

Him?

He was Damien?

The one who had groaned when he felt my barrier give?

The same man who had slowed to savor ruining me, then thrust harder like he owned my purity?

Memories assaulted me, of his thumb on my clit, my walls clenching around his cock before he spilled in me.

This stranger, he was now family?

I felt dizzy.

This was forbidden.

Everything was so wrong.

He snapped out of it first. His voice was cool as frost when he spoke.

"Good to see you."

He gave Mom a charming smile that was polite yet distant-no hint of the beast who had bent me over.

Mom beamed. "Elara, meet Damien. He is your new stepbrother."

Yes, I could see that.

His gaze flickered to my face. My legs started to shake beneath me. His hand extended towards me with a smile.

"Hi."

He looked like he was just seeing me for the first time-as if he hadn't kissed me, pressed his cock into me and taken my virgin wanton soul.

"Nice to meet you."

My voice was hoarse.

I took the hand he extended. His grip was firm with his thumb brushing my pulse point deliberately.

The gesture sent jolts to my core. I yanked my palms away, mumbling a string of curses underneath my breath before I collapsed into a chair.

Dinner was torture.

Damien spun tales of abroad to entertain us. He spoke of his classes and deals in a smooth voice.

Victor seemed proud of him.

Mom too was enchanted.

And me? I spiralling.

Does he remember? Every filthy detail of thw night, judging by his foot grazing my ankle underneath the table.

Was he ashamed? Of deflowering his stepsister-to-be as at then?

Or had he known, come here now to unearth Victor's secrets, using our night together as leverage?

Dread choked me.

Yet, my nipples beaded traitorously, and his presence made my thighs slick with the evidence of my want.

Denial screamed: Not real. He was a one-off, "never again." Not this cold predator now across from me.

"You seem quiet, Elara," Mom noted while passing Victor dessert.

"I am just... adjusting." It was a lie. My mind was simply rolling in filth.

Dinner finished fast. And after the plates were cleared from the table, Mom turned to look at me.

"Elara, why don't you show Damien around the house? Help him settle in. The place is huge; he might get lost."

My stomach dropped.

"Sure," I croaked, avoiding his eyes. Victor nodded his approval, heading towarfd his study with Mom.

Maybe they needed some time alone and were sending us away.

Time to fuck perhaps.

I didn't mind.

"Let's go," I told Damien before I stuttered off as fast as I could.

We walked silently-past the pool whose water was shimmering.

"Nice," he said in a neutral voice. But his gaze lingered heavily on me.

The library was next, with towering bookshelves. And I pointed out the nearby features in a shaky voice.

At the upstairs wing, I pointed at his room which was at the end. "This is yours." Then, I turned to leave.

He grabbed my wrist and pulles me inside with him, the door clicking shut right behind the both of us.

I was cornered against the wall, his huge body caging mine-hard chest radiating heat and unbidden lust.

"We need to talk," he murmured with his breath hot on my neck.

Panic surged through me. But it was mixed with a dark thrill. "Let go."

But my voice trembled, my stupid body betraying me with a rush of wetness.

His gray eyes darkened with that familiar possessive glint from the lounge where we had met.

"You think I don't remember?" He began to say. I swallowed.

So he knew everything?

"I remember taking your cherry in that booth. I can recall how you begged for my cock like a desperate harlot?"

His hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing my jeans' seam.

"A tight little virgin you were, clenching around me like you were born for it."

I gasped, shoving at him.

But the shove was weak because I didn't do it with enough force to move his hard body even an inch.

"You're my stepbrother. This is sick."

He chuckled.

The sound was low and filthy.

"Sick?"

He shook his head.

"No. You dripped for a stranger. Now imagine what I will do to every inch of you, knowing you are family."

His fingers pressed harder, now rubbing my clit through the fabric.

Pleasure spiked in my blood vessels that moment-unwanted but fierce, nearly consuming me whole. "Deny it. Tell me you're not wet right now."

Dread coiled in my stomach-hot and dangerous? Yes.

What if he exposed us? Told everyone about this? Ruined everything?

But his dominance called to that bold slut he had awakened. I whimpered, my hips bucking traitorously.

A knock made me jerk.

Victor's voice instantly came from the other side of the door.

"Everything good in there?"

Damien stepped back. The expression in his face was cool again.

"Nothing dad, just getting the tour from my step sister here."

The door opened and he planted an innocent smile on his face.

Elara's POV

The footsteps of Victor faded down the hall a bit after, leaving me breathless in the silence of his bedroom.

I turned away from him and ran down to my bedroom before he could hold me and stop me from leaving.

The door slammed shut. And I leaned heavily on it with my heart hammering hard against my rib cage in a wild rhythm that somehow matched the throb between my legs from where Damien had rubbed me through my jeans just minutes ago.

God, his fingers-firm, insistent, like he owned every inch of me.

"A tight little virgin you were, clenching around me like you were born for it."

Those words echoed in my head, dirty and possessive, making my panties flood with wetness all over again.

I pressed my thighs together, hating how my body craved more of that dark dominance, even as dread clawed at my chest from the decadence.

He was my stepbrother, for fuck's sake. Though he was dangerous, with those shadows in his eyes that hinted at secrets that could shatter this fragile family if he truly tried to.

I checked the door lock twice to be sure that it was locked. Damien seemed like the guy who could sneak into my bed while I was asleep.

Not like I wouldn't like that.

That night, sleep came with dark yet twisted dreams of his gray stare boring into me, devouring me.

Ones where his cock was thrusting deep into my cunt while I screamed his name without an iota of control.

I woke up gasping, fingers slipping inside myself to chase the ghost of him. My head arched back, mouth open as my moving fingers brought me climax.

Then, I fell back into a dreamless sleep for an hour or two, finally resting before he came back to haunt me.

His hands in my skin.

His voice calling me a wanton whore.

The rest of the weekend was exactly like this, filled with Damien.

And there were times we crossed paths in that mansion. He would lean in and remind me of his cock.

I knew what he was doing. He was teasing me until I wouldn't be able to bear it any longer and succumb.

Would I? Probably.

Monday came fast.

The morning light which easily filtered through the curtains, pulled me from the haze of the usual dreams.

Monday hit like a slap always, especially when the final year bullshit was just waiting for me there.

I dressed quickly in my plaid skirt and white blouse, nothing too revealing.

But the fabric somehow managed to brush over my sensitive skin, easily reminding me of his bites which were now hidden under concealer.

He had cornered me in a spot between the kitchen and dining and ravished me with his hands and teeth.

Penetration hadn't occurred. But it would have happened if only Mom hadn't started calling for me to come down and lend her a hand.

I took one glance at the mirror.

"You'll be fine, Elara," I whispered before I turned away.

Downstairs in the kitchen Mom was busy making coffee for Victor who was scanning his tablet and barking orders into his phone at his pitiful subordinates about some deal.

Meanwhile, Damien sat at the island, suited up like the CEO he was-crisp shirt hugging his broad shoulders, tie knotted perfectly, exuding that controlled power that made my stomach flip.

His eyes flicked to me, dark and knowing. That gray gaze traced the length of my legs under the skirt.

Heat rushed to my face.

"Good morning," I muttered, grabbing a mug and avoiding his gaze.

Mom smiled brightly.

"Elara, sweetie, Victor has meetings all day, and I'm running errands. Damien offered to drop you at school on his way to the office. Isn't that nice?"

My cup clattered on the table. I was thankful it hadn't fallen.

"What? No, I can take the bus."

She made to speak but it was Victor who beat her to it, the nosy thing.

"Nonsense," Victor cut in, not looking up. "He is heading downtown anyway. You know, families help each other."

I shook my head.

"I do not want to trouble anyone."

Victor turned to Damien.

"Is that going to trouble you son? Dropping your sister off at school?"

I knew what he would say even before his luscious lips moved in speech.

"It is no trouble at all."

His voice was smooth.

But under the table, his shoe nudged my ankle-a deliberate tease, sending hot sparks right up my thigh.

Damien's lips curved slightly, that cold politeness masking the predator.

Breakfast blurred as I picked at toast with my mind spiraling.

Does he plan to pull over, pin me in the car and fuck me right there?

Dread mixed with my filthy want-his dominance calling to that slutiness he had awakened inside of me.

Yet denial screamed no even as my nipples hardened against my bra.

We left soon after, his sleek black car purring in the driveway. I slid into the passenger seat with my skirt riding up slightly in the process.

His eyes dropped to the exposed flesh for about a few minutes. He started the engine and pulled out smoothly.

The city blurred by in the heavy silence that hung thickly with tension.

His cologne filled the space-the scent of spice and sin, the same redolence from that night. My core clenched around nothing, aching for him.

"You were bold last night," he said finally with eyes on the road. "Shoving me away, but your pussy wept for it."

I gasped, my cheeks burning. "Shut up. That was a mistake."

He chuckled darkly.

"Mistake? You came undone on my fingers in minutes. Imagine what my cock would do now, slut."

The filthy word was twisted, forbidden.

But he was right, I would have come undone had Mom not called me.

I swallowed.

"You're sick."

But my voice shook, thighs pressing together. School loomed ahead. The drive felt endless. He turned a sharp corner, pulled into a quiet side of the street and left the engine idling.

"What are you-" I started, panic rising in my chest when he leaned over.

His hand gripped my thigh firmly, sliding up under the skirt.

"Seeing if you are still wet for me," he whispered just before his fingers found my panties which were damp already.

He groaned low.

"Fuck, you are soaked. At least your body's honest, even if you deny it."

I whimpered, grabbing his wrist to stop him. But he didn't pull away.

His thumb circled my clit then through the fabric in a slow torture. Pleasure spiked in me, dark and addictive.

"Stop... someone might see."

He smirked.

"That's the thrill."

He pushed the panties aside, and one finger dipped in shallow, teasing my entrance. "Tight as ever."

Emotions clashed in my head like world war-shame, want, fear.

He was power personified here as he simply reduced me to this panting mess, hips bucking for more.

And I spread my legs wider for him while still hating myself. "Harder," I whispered, dirty minded like him.

He added another finger, pumping my cunt deeply. His thumb was moving relentlessly on my swollen clit.

"Good girl. Beg for your stepbrother's touch," he teased.

His free hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back, mouth claiming mine in a brutal kiss-his tongue invading my mouth, tasting my surrender.

I moaned into him, my organs building fast with my core tightening.

School was forgotten now.

The only thing I knew fully was just his dominance and the risk of getting caught in between all of this.

My fears came to pass.

A car horn blared nearby, jolting us apart instantly. He pulled back, his fingers slipping out slick, leaving my pussy throbbing on the edge.

"Time for class," he said, smirking coldly, licking his fingers clean. "Think of me while you sit there, aching."

He drove the rest of the way without uttering a single word.

Neither did I.

We arrived soon, and I stumbled out with shaky legs, fixing my skirt.

"Focus on the lessons."

Then he was gone.

"Bastard," I murmured under my breath, because how did he expect I would concentrate after that?

The school gates loomed ahead. I composed myself and rushed in just as the late bell began ringing.

Classes dragged-math, history. It was all a blur inside of my head.

My mind was filthy, filled to the brim with flashbacks of his fingers, and his fat cock in my dreams.

At lunch, my friends chattered while I zoned out and daydreamed with my thighs clenched under the table.

A text made my phone buzz. I checked and it was an unknown number: "Can't wait to finish what I started. -D"

Dread hit me instantly because how did he even get my number?

Disappointed? No.

Dangerous, yes.

What secrets did he hide? Victor's whispers echoed in my head.

"If Damien finds out..."

What was he hiding?

"Have you done your assignments?" One of my friends asked.

I shook my head.

"I have a plan for that." She nodded. They all knew what it was.

I texted a classmate, Jake, flirting harmlessly to distract him.

"Hey, study later?" His reply was quick, making me smile faintly.

He was my assignment plan. I would just make him do it for me.

Afternoon classes were worse; PE had me sweating and hyperaware.

But it was over soon.

The mansion was quiet when I was finally home. Mom was out running errands and Victor was at work.

Damien's car was in the drive-early from the office? I assumed.

I crept in to avoid him. But I was not successful because he waited for me in the kitchen, loosening his tie.

"Welcome home, my little slut," he said in a voice that was like velvet.

I froze.

"I've been waiting for you."

My brows rose.

"What do you want?"

He wanted to speak but was distracted by my phone which buzzed.

I dragged it out to look and he just snatched it from my hands.

"Damien!" I protested, stamping my feet in anger. "Give that back."

His eyes narrowed at my phone which was still buzzing with Jake's text.

"Flirting with boys? After I had you first?" He raised his head. Jealousy flashed dark, possessive.

He cornered me against the counter, body hard against mine.

"You're mine now."

His hand slid up my skirt again, fingers finding me wetter than before.

"This pussy remembers."

He rubbed rough circles, edging me cruelly. I gasped, clawing at his shirt, the dominance intoxicating.

But footsteps reached me-Mom's high heels clicking. He stepped back and left me panting hard.

"We'll talk later."

He handed me my phone and walked away from my heaving self. I was left there, denied yet another much needed orgasm, again.

Upstairs later, I snuck into his room because I needed his cock.

But he wasn't there.

Though his drawers were open slightly and a file peeked out.

Curiosity ate away at me when I tried to just back up and leave.

I took the file.

Blackwood Enterprises was written in bold letters at the top.

My eyes darted to the open notebook sitting right on his bed.

There were notes on "rival syndicate" and "leverage on Victor." They were tied to danger? My heart raced.

I heard footsteps and rushed out of the room and right back to mine.

My heart was thumping hard when I leaned against the closed door.

The phone in my hand buzzing nearly gave me a cardiac arrest. It was only a text message from Damien.

"See you at midnight by the pool house or I will come for you."

Fear gripped me. But so did a filthy anticipation. What game was this?

I didn't know.

The clock was ticking toward ruin.