Elijah glanced at Logan out of the corner of his eye, noticing how their sister's body language had changed. He wondered briefly if Logan was going to try and protect her again tonight. Damien cleared his throat, choosing to ignore Lyra's reaction for now. "We need you to do something for us," he said carefully. "It's important."

"What is it?" Lyra asked warily, her eyes darting between them.

"We need you to go see someone," Damien said slowly, choosing his words with care. "It's... well, it's a friend of ours who needs some help." He glanced at Logan, who nodded in agreement. "He's just going through a rough patch right now and he could use your support."

Lyra frowned, unconvinced. "Why can't one of you go see him?" she asked suspiciously. "And what kind of help does he need?"

"

Damien's expression darkened immediately as he spotted the man snapping a picture of Lyra. His eyes narrowed to slits, and his jaw clenched in anger. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his fist cocked back. "Hey," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice dangerously low. "You've got two seconds to get out of here before I make you regret it."

Logan and Elijah moved to stand beside their eldest brother, mirroring his stance as they glared at the man who had dared to objectify their sister. "He's right," Logan said menacingly, his voice even colder than Damien's. "You should leave while you still can."

The gym creep hesitated for a moment before quickly gathering his things and beating a hasty retreat from the area. Once he was gone, Damien turned back to Lyra with a reassuring smile. "

Elijah snorts and rolls his eyes at the mention of "just another day." He glances at Logan, who is busying himself with a bandage, then back to Damien. "So what'd she do?" he asks casually. "I mean, we all know you had a little talk... did she spill anything interesting?"

Damien raises an eyebrow at his younger brother but decides not to engage. Instead, he turns his attention back to Logan. "

"Nothing important," Logan says with a shrug. "Just some guy who got on Elijah's bad side." He glances briefly at Lily before turning back to his work. Damien sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. There was no point in trying to keep anything from her now; she would only push until she found out anyway.

"All right," he says finally, "here's the deal: we're going on a job tonight.

"Silence."

You're coming with us. No arguments. Let's move.

Yuna arched her back as Damien thrust roughly into her, filling her with his heat and his strength. It was rough and demanding, but she couldn't help but meet him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they explored each other's limits. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, echoing through her ears like a primal chant.

As he fucked her harder and faster, Damien reached down to pinch her nipple once more, causing her to cry out in pleasure-pain.

"Tell me you want it," he growled against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Yuna moaned, the sound muffled by his touch as she arched her back further, meeting his thrusts with a desperation that mirrored his own. "Say it!" he demanded, thrusting deeper still.

"I want it," she gasped, her words barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding.

Logan let out a sharp gasp as he felt mon's warm lips envelop him, her hair tickling the back of his neck. He couldn't believe she was doing this, and yet part of him couldn't help but enjoy the forbidden thrill. His hips bucked instinctively against her mouth, urging her on as he moaned softly into the darkness.

Through the haze of desire, he wondered if Damien was right about keeping mon safe from this world.

As Logan felt the warmth of mon's body against him and her skilled tongue working on his length, he couldn't help but lose control. He arched his back, gripping the couch cushions tightly as pleasure washed over him in waves. His hips bucked violently, grinding against the back of mon's head as he neared climax.

With a hoarse cry, Logan came, his body tensing as hot seed spilled down her throat.