The meeting stretched across four hours of strategic warfare.
Marcus commanded the room like a general surveying conquered territory — his posture rigid, his voice dropping to velvet whispers when delivering devastating observations.
Around the table, board members leaned forward, captivated, intimidated, utterly unaware that thirty minutes prior, their leader had been buried balls deep in his assistant's cunt, marking her with his teeth and seed.
Vera sat to his left, her tablet glowing, her fingers recording decisions that would reshape empires.
Every shift in her chair sent fresh awareness through her body — the tenderness between her thighs, the dried evidence of their f*****g, the ache in her shoulder where his mouth had claimed flesh.
She crossed her legs beneath the table, f
