Damian didn’t give her time to think. His large hands gripped her waist, shifting her body effortlessly on the couch until she was lying back against the cool, dark leather, completely exposed beneath his towering frame.
He pushed her knees apart, his knee sliding between her thighs to lock her in place, his broad chest pressing down until there was zero distance left between them.
When his thick manhood aligned at her entrance and slowly pushed inside, a sharp, breathless gasp tore from Ana’s throat.
The feeling of him filling her completely... thick, unyielding, and hot... sent an electric shock straight through her core. Her walls squeezed tightly around him, her slick, burning heat welcoming his intrusion with a desperate, instinctual grip.
Damian groaned, a dark, primal sound rumbling deep in his throat. The searing tightness of her warm core engulfed him so completely... it tested the very edge of his control, satisfying something deep and feral within his chest.
"Look at me," Damian growled against her lips, his hands pinning her wrists firmly above her head.
Ana opened her eyes, her vision blurred with tears of overwhelming pleasure. She looked into the dark abyss of his gaze... cold, possessive, yet burning with a fierce intensity that seemed to consume her whole.
He didn’t rush. He pulled back until he was nearly out, driving her to the brink of insanity, before thrusting deep into her again in a heavy, deliberate stroke that made her hips lift involuntarily off the leather.
"D-Damian..." she whimpered, her nails digging into the back of his hands where he held her down.
His movements shifted from a slow, tormenting drag to a fierce, relentless pace. Every thrust slammed into her core, ruthless and exact, claiming every single inch of her body.
He released her wrists, wrapping his long arms beneath her lower back to lift her higher, changing the angle to drive even deeper inside her.
Ana lost herself entirely. The agonizing weight of her guilt, her lost baby, and Vivian’s venomous secrets vanished, completely lost by the temptation of his touch.
She wrapped her bare legs tightly around his broad waist, her body arching into every strike, helpless against his absolute dominance.
"That’s it," Damian rasped, his lips biting down on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, marking her skin with dark, undeniable proof of his ownership. "Surrender to me, Anastasia."
His rhythm turned fast, punishing, and utterly mesmerizing. The friction inside her flared into a blinding fire that threatened to shatter her completely.
"Damian... I can’t..." She cried out, her breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches.
"Come for me," he commanded darkly against her jaw, his heavy hips driving into her with absolute authority. "Let go."
His permission was the final break. Ana shattered beneath him, her internal walls pulsing and clamping around his shaft in a violent, exquisite climax that made her cry out his name to the high ceilings.
Feeling her warm core contract around him in absolute surrender, Damian’s own control snapped.
With a low, guttural growl, he drove into her one last time, burying himself as deep as possible as he poured his hot release inside her, holding her pinned tight against his body until the last shuddering wave passed between them.
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Bright morning light poured through the windows of the penthouse suite.
Ana slowly opened her eyes, her body aching, her skin still tingling with the lingering memory of Damian’s hands. The space beside her in the massive king bed was empty, the sheets cold where he had lain.
She sat up slowly, wrapping the silk sheet around her chest, and walked toward the adjoining bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, Ana froze.
Her pale reflection told the story of the night before. Dark red and purple marks bloomed across her collarbone, her neck, and the soft curves of her chest. Her skin was marked, claimed, and completely branded by Damian.
A heavy, familiar ache settled back into her chest. The dark haze of passion had cleared, leaving behind the stark, unyielding truth.
She was trapped in a web of lies, carrying the unbearable secret, and bound by contract to a man who possessed her body completely while keeping her at an absolute distance.
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Across the city, in a luxurious hotel suite, Vivian Stark stood near the glass balcony, taking a slow sip of black coffee. She held her phone to her ear, a smooth, practiced sorrow laced into her voice.
"I’m so sorry to worry you, Valerie," Vivian said softly, her tone dripping with fragile distress. "I know yesterday was supposed to be about your father... I feel terrible that my presence caused such a scene."
"Don’t you dare apologize, Vivian," Valerie’s voice came sharp and furious through the speaker, heavy with the lingering bitterness of the day before. "Anastasia is an unhinged, dangerous woman. The way Damian defended her in front of Mother... it made me sick."
Vivian’s lips curved into a slow, victorious smirk, though her voice remained trembling and hesitant.
"I just don’t want you to ruin your relationship with your brother because of me, darling," Vivian whispered poisonously. "Damian is clearly blind when it comes to her. But if she stays by his side... she will tear what’s left of the Sterling family apart."
"She won’t stay by his side," Valerie stated coldly, her resolve hardening like iron. "I’m going to make sure of it."
Vivian ended the call and placed the phone on the glass table, her dark eyes gleaming with absolute satisfaction. Ana may have landed a slap, but the trap was already set... and the Sterling family was about to tear itself from the inside out.
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Ana tied the dark silk robe tightly around her waist, taking a steadying breath before stepping out of the master suite. Her skin still tingled, a dull, thrumming ache echoing in her thighs as she navigated the quiet corridor toward the main living space.
Damian sat on the grand leather sofa, dressed impeccably in a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He held a mug in one hand, taking a slow sip of black coffee while reviewing documents on a tablet resting on his thigh.
The moment her soft footsteps hit the bottom stair, his sharp, eyes flicked up, tracking her every movement.
"Come here," he commanded softly, placing his coffee mug onto the glass table.
Ana hesitated for a fraction of a second before walking toward him. Before she could even stand in front of him, Damian’s long arm reached out, catching her by the waist and pulling her effortlessly down onto his lap.
Ana gasped softly, her palms resting against his broad chest. Up close, she could smell the rich scent of his dark cologne mixed with coffee, an intoxicating reminder of the man who had completely undone her hours prior.
"You were out of control yesterday, Damian," Ana murmured, forcing a small, stern edge into her voice as she looked down at his unbuttoned collar. She shifted slightly, pulling the lapel of her robe a fraction higher. "I am not okay with you putting marks all over my body... especially the parts that are on display."
Damian’s jaw tightened slightly, a dark, possessive gleam flickering in his eyes. His hand smoothed over her thigh through the silk robe.
"I don’t care," he stated smoothly, his deep tone leaving zero room for argument. "I need the world to know who you belong to."
Ana scoffed softly, turning her face away with a quiet roll of her eyes. "Brute as always."
Rather than snapping back, Damian tilted her head up with two fingers under her chin. He leaned in, pressing a surprisingly soft, lingering kiss against the dark violet mark blooming near her collarbone, his warm breath fanning over her sensitized skin.
Ana’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening involuntarily against his shirt.
He moved up, brushing another slow, tender kiss against the bruised skin on the side of her neck, soothing the very sting he had created.
"There’s a high-society charity gala for the Sterling Foundation this weekend," Damian murmured against her skin, his thumb tracing her jawline. "Victoria insists on a full family presence. Valerie will be there... and she will undoubtedly bring Vivian as her guest."
Ana went completely rigid in his arms, her heart skipping a beat as the lingering sweetness of his touch instantly evaporated into cold anxiety.
Damian pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his expression carved from dark marble. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss that tasted of rich coffee and lingering demand, claiming her once more before pulling back just an inch.
"Stand by my side as Mrs. Sterling," Damian bargained softly, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a dangerous, tempting offer. "Behave obediently for the whole night... and I’ll give you a day off from our contract."
Ana’s dark eyes widened slightly. A full day of freedom from his suffocating grip, away from his commands, away from the contract.
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