Friday morning arrived with a cool, sharp breeze filtering through the penthouse windows.
Anastasia had woken up early, unable to sleep past dawn. Wandering down the quiet halls of the estate, her feet casually led her toward the lower level of the residence. As she stepped past the glass partition of the private gym, her breath hitched in her throat.
Damian was there, drenched in sweat under the dim, warm gym lights.
He was completely shirtless, his broad, chiseled back glistening as he finished a set of heavy pull-ups. The raw, powerful rippling of his muscles with every movement was mesmerized to watch.
Ana stood frozen near the doorway, her dark eyes helplessly fixed on the broad expanse of his chest, the deep cut of his abs, and the way the shadows clung to his frame.
Without turning around, Damian slowly lowered himself to the floor. He picked up a gray towel, wiping his neck as his dark, obsidian eyes flicked toward the glass reflection... catching her red-handed.
A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned to face her.
"Like what you see, Anastasia?" Damian purred low, his voice dark and dripping with amusement. "You’re staring."
Ana’s face flushed deep crimson. "I... I wasn’t staring. I was just looking for..."
"Save it," Damian interrupted smoothly, taking a slow step toward her, his heavy presence instantly filling the doorway. "Join me. We’re taking a shower together."
"I already took a shower," Ana lied quickly, her pulse hammering against her ribs as she took a small step backward.
Damian tilted his head, arching a single dark eyebrow in sharp challenge of her obvious lie. His eyes trailed down her frame with heavy, non-negotiable authority.
"Your day off is officially over, Anastasia," Damian murmured, stepping directly into her space until she was forced against the doorframe. "It’s time I claim back my property. And you know better than to lie to me."
Ana instantly regretted ever coming down to the gym.
Minutes later, the steamy glass of the master suite’s rainfall shower was slick with condensation.
Both naked under the hot cascade of water, Damian pinned her against the smooth tile wall. Despite his raw, animalistic intensity, he remained surprisingly mindful of her bandaged wrists, keeping his heavy grip on her waist and hips instead.
He captured her lips in a ravenous, starving kiss, stealing the very air from her lungs. His large, calloused hands roamed down her wet skin before coming up to cup her breasts. Damian loved the helpless, shivering reactions he drew from her whenever he touched her there.
He squeezed them firmly, leaning his head down to suck and bite at her sensitive peaks, his fingers tugging and pulling until Ana was completely breathless, her hands helplessly tangling into his damp hair from pure pleasure.
Damian immediately pulled up, his eyes burning with dark lust as he spun her around, forcing her to face the wet tile wall.
He arched her hips back, his massive, rock-hard shaft pressing directly against her dripping core.
"I’m going to go hard on you," Damian growled against her ear, his broad palm wrapping firmly around her throat. He applied a slight, dominating pressure over her throbbing pulse, making her gulp in sharp anticipation. "Do you understand me?"
Before she could even nod, he drove himself deep into her tight, hot depth with a harsh, relentless thrust.
"Ah!" Ana gasped, her hands pressing against the tiles as Damian growled low, adjusting to her suffocating tightness.
He slammed into her again and again, his ruthless, rhythmic thrusts echoing against the wet glass. The firm, possessive clamp of his hand on her throat forced her to surrender completely to his carnal desires.
It terrified her... deeply, maddeningly terrified her how insanely arousing his dark dominance was to her body. She knew he was using her, taking whatever he wanted... yet she moaned his name out loud as he mercilessly filled her.
His other hand reached around to grab her breast, squeezing hard as he drove himself to the hilt.
"You are mine, Anastasia," Damian chanted darkly against her neck, his voice thick with unyielding possession. "Every single inch of this body knows only my touch, my lips, and no one else’s. Understand?"
Ana couldn’t hold back any longer. The sensory overload shattered her remaining control, sending a violent wave of release crashing through her veins.
She screamed his name as her walls clamped around him, her knees trembling violently as her warm climax trickled down her inner thighs.
Damian let out a low chuckle against her ear, feeling her tight inner walls milk him relentlessly. "Look at how much you came for me... so needy."
Her face burned in embarrassment, her body clenching even harder around him... and that sent Damian straight over the edge. With a deep, guttural growl, he thrust buried deep inside her, pumping every drop of his hot seed into her warm core. Ana watched in breathless exhaustion as his release mingled with the water, trailing down her legs.
Damian turned her back around to face him, pulling her flushed body flush against his chest and kissing her deeply as her hands clung to his broad shoulders for support. Resting his forehead against hers, he looked down at her panting, breathless face.
Ana made the mistake of looking up into his dark, hungry eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat. His gaze clearly communicated one thing... They were nowhere near finished.
Over the next hour, Damian took her at least two more times in the deep marble bathtub, burying himself completely into her heat.
His lips never left hers for long, his broad hands endlessly spanking her rear, squeezing her breasts, and worshiping every inch of her body until she was completely senseless.
Damian Sterling was an absolute beast, and he had no intention of ever letting her go.
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By 9:30 AM, Anastasia arrived at Sterling Global, feeling sore, thoroughly marked under her high-collared blouse, but composed as she stepped onto the marketing floor.
She walked past the cubicles, expecting to see Marcus nursing a hangover or throwing her another uncomfortable look. Instead, his entire desk was completely bare.
The computer was gone, his nameplate was removed, and his personal belongings were entirely missing.
"Looking for Marcus?" A junior intern whispered, leaning over her partition. "His internship was abruptly terminated at seven this morning. Word is he was blacklisted across the entire corporate sector overnight. He’s completely gone."
Ana swallowed hard, knowing instantly whose dark, possessive hand was behind it.
Meanwhile, in the executive wing, Clara Reed was sitting at her office desk, rubbing her temples to dull a lingering hangover.
The door to her office clicked open, and Julian Montgomery stepped in, carrying a high-end gourmet cup of black coffee and a pastry bag.
"Morning, Director Reed," Julian purred smoothly, flashing a handsome smile as he set the coffee on her desk.
Clara froze, her sharp eyes darting up to look at him. She recognized him instantly as Julian Montgomery... the son of Arthur Montgomery, one of the company’s most influential major shareholders.
Memories of her drunkenly leaning on him, grabbing his expensive tie, and slurring about "worthless men" flooded back into her mind in a humiliating flash.
"Mr. Montgomery," Clara said coldly, trying to rebuild her impenetrable professional mask despite her burning cheeks. "I don’t recall requesting a delivery from a shareholder’s son."
"Oh, come on," Julian chuckled, leaning casually against the edge of her desk with an intrigued, sparkling gaze. "You weren’t this cold last night when you were calling me an intruder and blabbering about corporate budgets."
Clara glared at him, taking a slow sip of the coffee he brought. "I was intoxicated, Mr. Montgomery. And you are currently intruding on my work hours."
"Julian," he corrected with a playful smirk, thoroughly enjoying her fierce, zero-nonsense attitude. "And I’m just here visiting Damian for a board briefing. Thought I’d check on my favorite feminist director first."
Clara raised a single eyebrow, her lips twitching into a sharp, suppressed smile. "Get out of my office, Julian."
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