Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1033

Chapter 1033: Dominique and Catherine (r-18)

"No," Catherine said, her voice low and laced with pent-up lust. "We have something even better."

They closed in on him from both sides with Catherine from the left and Dominique from the right before their hands found him at the same time. Catherine’s fingers slid possessively around his arm while Dominique’s warm palm pressed flat against his chest, guiding him backward with deliberate grace.

His legs met the edge of the mahogany desk, and a slow grin spread across his face as they positioned him against it.

’This desk.’

He remembered it instantly—the way it had once borne witness to the first time he and Catherine truly surrendered to each other.

How an assessment after undoing Domnique had dissolved into raw passion, her back arching across its polished surface, papers scattering, her legs wrapped tight around his waist while the heavy wood creaked beneath them and she cried his name in a voice he still heard in his dreams.

Catherine’s hand rose to his face. Her thumb traced the line of his jaw with aching tenderness she knew he loved, her fingers brushing his cheekbone as her eyes drifted around the room. No words were needed.

The memory hung thick between them.

This was the place that had changed her life.

She had a family now more than before where she only had her sister, Madison—now there were women who had claimed her, fought for her if she needed it, and refused to let her shrink. Her business was flourishing than before, even more so after those advertisements, doors opening without force, and she knew exactly who had quietly made it happen.

She pulled him closer, arms wrapping around his neck, forehead pressing against his chin as her body melted into his, soft curves molding perfectly against his harder frame.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes glistening before she blinked the emotion away. Then she kissed him, slow at first but deep, and claiming with hunger she had been holding back—a kiss that tasted of gratitude, desire, and everything she couldn’t say aloud.

Dominique’s hands moved to his belt with calm authority.

"Ladies," Peter said, voice already roughening, "you realize your sisters are waiting downstairs, right?"

They both smiled in the same knowing, predatory smile on two different faces.

"They’ve had you for days," Catherine murmured.

"It’s our turn," Dominique finished, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Dominique undid his belt with practiced ease, unclasped the button, and drew the zipper down in one smooth motion.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid his pants down his thighs.

No boxers.

"No boxers, huh?" Dominique breathed, staring. A soft, disbelieving laugh escaped her. "I can’t believe you actually listened to Isabella."

"That woman... is very persuasive."

"She always is."

His cock hung heavy between them — thick, half-hard root the was already responding to their closeness.

It twitched visibly under their heated gazes, swelling thicker, veins rising along the shaft as the smooth head emerged fully, darkening with arousal. A single clear bead of precum gathered at the slit, catching the office light... a tell of how much turned on he was already for them.

Dominique’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. She leaned in slowly and pressed her nose to the base of his cock, right where it met his balls.

She inhaled deeply, savoring his scent, then dragged her face upward along the entire length — her nose tracing the thick, pulsing vein from root to tip.

A low, involuntary moan vibrated against his skin, the sound traveling straight through his cock and into his core.

"I missed this," Catherine whispered with her lips brushing reverently along the sensitive underside of the thick, heavy cockhead.

A thin, shining streak of precum smeared across her bottom lip as she spoke, making it glisten obscenely. "Missed the smell... missed the weight of this massive cock in my mouth, Peter... missed knowing exactly what this vein-ridged monster does to me."

Dominique in pristine white satin, gold gleaming at her throat, her long braid falling over one shoulder like a rope of silk. Both of them held his cock— Catherine’s fingers wrapped possessively around the thick, throbbing base, Dominique’s hand circling higher up the heavy shaft—their grips overlapping, sharing the immense weight of his cock as it hardened fully in their hands, growing even thicker and hotter.

Fat veins pulsed visibly along the entire length, the broad, flushed head dark and glistening, already leaking steadily.

She collected the bead of precum and spread it along the entire length of his cock in a wet, shining trail, her experienced tongue savoring every thick vein. Peter’s hands gripped the edge of the mahogany desk so tightly the wood creaked beneath his fingers, his head falling back with a low, guttural groan.

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