In walked a woman draped in a dark, slit-sided dress, the fabric parting on each side to show off her shapely legs. The dress was skin-tight, hugging every curve of her body, showing her figure fully on display.

  “In walks me, Katarina Mercier — the one and only, the most beautiful of Mercier’s,” her voice purred as she brought up a black lace, fingerless glove that delicately clung from mid-forearm to knuckle. She pressed one bare finger to her lips, her painted fingernails matching the black lipstick, both glistening softly under the light. “A woman whose wondrous body makes even her brothers—no, not just brothers, even her stubborn sister—burn with forbidden desire. But don’t worry,” she giggled darkly, “this doting sister will carry all your taboos for you.”

  As she spoke, a loose strand of her long, raven-dark hair slipped forward, drawing a soft sigh of exasperation. She reached up with her other hand, her ocean-blue eyes—so similar to Dante’s own—fixed on him the entire time. Dante watched as her fingers moved to fix her hair. Unlike the black lace, fingerless glove on the other hand, this one was adorned with an elegant hand harness of silver chains and dark metal. Two of the fingers ended in sculpted, claw-like caps that caught the light like jeweled talons. With a slow, deliberate motion, she tucked the stray strand behind her ear.

  Every movement, no matter how simple held a sensual seduction to it.

  “Mm, where are my greetings. And here I was hoping for kisses and compliments.”

  Katarina Mercier continued as she glided through the room, inching closer to Dante. Walking between Corso and Durrant and gently pushing them away.

  “Katarina.” Corso muttered, his eyes hardening as she nudged him aside.

  “Hmm?” the woman hummed, her eyes turning to glance at the warrior who had already averted his gaze.

  Katarina

  …

  She is one of the reasons I do not consider Corso, or any other Mercier, as the most dangerous.

  It’s evident in the way Corso turns away even his strength becomes useless against that woman.

  Katarina is without a doubt the most dangerous of my siblings.

  She runs charities and even orphanages under her name, giving her a public shield and masking to some of her darker impulses.

  This woman is not only sadistic, but embraces it often, while on camera she smiles and waves, off of it. She has no boundaries, no bottom lines—just pure desire and the intelligence and manipulative skills to achieve those desires.

  She embraces her nature without guilt.

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  …

  Sometimes I envy her. In rare moments when I feel a bubbling rage building up inside me. In moments where I don't want to be restrained by morality or anything else, I wonder how it would feel to embrace it instead.

  With her I must be extra vigilant, if not she will rip through me until she reaches my darkest impulses.

  “I’m surprised you showed up at all I thought you would be in your little Hearts Desire building after your charity event today not come here.” Durrant sneered.

  “Oh my dear brother I would never ever ever reject a family gathering, especially one called by father.” Katarina stood in front of Dante raising her hands and placing them on his chest, both fixing his collar and feeling his chest.

  “Mm Dante have your muscles become even more defined my little brother.” she purred, leaning in as if to kiss him.

  Samantha stood up and placed herself between Katarina and Dante.

  “Thats enough sister as his older sibling you shouldn’t be doing such things.” Samantha scolded.

  “Hehe” Katarina giggled seductively. “Oh Samantha you and me are only a few months apart so why do you act like such a bore. We are only half siblings. So its only half wrong to seduce my little handsome brother don't you agree.”

  “What twisted logic is that?”

  “Oh, my dear, this is exactly why besides Dante you’re the one who’s the weakest of us Mercier’s. you’re smart, influential, with wonderful mind for business, and like the rest of use Mercier’s you don't lack in the look department at all. But you hold yourself back. If I was as intelligent as you sister I would have already crushed my other siblings, its a shame that while you’re smart you don't know how to properly apply it.” Katarina teased as she moved her hands along the curves of Samantha’s hips.

  Samantha grabbed Katarina, stopping the motion only to draw a giggle from her.

  “You should visit my Hearts Desire it will do you well.” Katarina commented.

  Hearts Desire it is an open secret that Katarina runs an escort service, yet she has her hands in so many public affairs that any political party who tries and get in her way will have to think twice.

  Veterans' housing initiatives, PTSD treatment programs, public hospitals, Homeless shelters, and Youth programs. And many more.

  If a governor was elected because they ran a campaign on the youth, you can be sure Katarina threw in the money that particular governor would have needed.

  This makes heart desire a very complicated place, not to mention plenty of powerful people use it as well.

  Under Hearts Desire however, lies a dangerous beast, Need someone eliminated? Information extracted? Substances that can't be found on any legal market? Katarina's network can provide it all—for the right price. Criminals run under the place in the lower floors connected through tunnels and railroads that at least on paper, are no longer functioning like a common hangout.

  But to Katarina these are all tools that allow her the freedom she so desperately wants. The freedom to do whatever her own heart desires.

  Which usually involves attempting to seduce me, but I can see it in her eyes, she isn’t lustful over my looks when she looks at me it’s as though.

  …

  She is looking at a kindred spirit, her eyes stare at me with a longing for understanding and connection. I don't know why I am not into half the things she does, yet it’s there in her gaze.

  I’ll admit I, myself find her the most interesting of my siblings. Besides Samantha, the other siblings rarely last for longer than a page worth of thoughts but for Katarina, I could probably fill a chapter with nothing more than the thoughts a simple greeting would invoke.

  Katarina bumped her breasts on Samantha’s, pushing the latter on top of Dante. Dante quickly moved his coffee away and caught Samantha as she fell into his arms.

  But the vixen was not done yet as she wrapped her arms around Dante's, trapping Samantha between them, sinking her soft skin deeper into Dante’s embrace.

  “Aren’t you happy to see me Dante.” Katarina whispered.

  …

  The question went unanswered as another announcement came.

  “Young Master Cole Mercier has arrived!”

  Katarina’s grin grew wider, gently biting and licking her lip as she gazed at Dante. Samantha could feel her sister's chest going up and down as Katarina breathed heavier as though she was smitten.

  The cause of this state.

  ….

  Katarina’s gaze into the crashing wave that appeared as Dante’s eyes dived into the depths of the ocean.

  COLE!