Lyra took the entire rush, her throat working hard, eyes wide with the unexpected volume. She pulled back moments later, coughing slightly, red wine and his thick, white release mixing on her chin.She looked up at him, her face flushed with a mix of shock and amusement.Neo was panting, completely spent, his body shaking slightly from the intensity of the orgasm. He reached out, gently wiping the mess from her chin with a thumb."I told you to stop," he managed, his voice still hoarse.Lyra laughed, a deep, satisfied sound. She swallowed hard, then licked her lips, tasting the remnants."Wow. Okay. That was... potent," she said, wrinkling her nose slightly."Did you... hate it?""No! God, no." She shook her head. "I didn't hate it. It was... salty. Seriously salty. But intense. Like drinking a complex, rich, salty wine." She laughed again. "That's a very strange sensory detail."Neo pulled her up into a fierce

"You've been doing it for months. The articles. The reputation damage. But we need something bigger. Something that makes Damian look bad for being associated with them at all."Lyra was quiet for a moment, thinking. Then: "What if we leaked that the Carvers are under investigation? Not officially. Just rumors. Whispers that the FBI is looking into their finances. Corporate fraud. Tax evasion. Whatever.""They're not under investigation.""But Damian doesn't know that. And he's paranoid enough about his own reputation that he'd cut ties immediately rather than risk being caught in the crossfire."Neo stared at her. "That's brilliant.""I know." She grinned. "I'm not just a pretty face, Ames.""We'd need to make it believable. Plant the story in the right places. Get it picked up by enough outlets that it feels credible.""I can do that. I have contacts at every major financial publication. Give me two weeks and I'll have

Neo spent the next three days gathering evidence.High-resolution photos from the hotel security cameras. Timestamps. Records of the room bookings.He even managed to get audio from the hallway outside room 714.Cassandra's voice: "I needed this. I can't stand being in that house anymore."The man's voice: "Then leave him. You don't owe Douglas anything.""I can't. Not yet. Not until—" The voices faded as they moved inside the room.Not until what?Neo didn't know.But he had enough.He compiled everything into a manila envelope. No return address. No note. Just photos and a USB drive with the security footage.He addressed it to Douglas Carver.Then stopped.'Am I really doing this? Am I really about to destroy what's left of this man's life?'He thought about it.Thought about the restaurant. The fire. The hitmen. The insurance fraud.Thought about