Page 27 of Darkness Tempt Me
I unzip my pants and fish out my hard cock, happy when I realize the dildo appears to be almost as big as me. He barely preps himself with his fingers before placing the tip at his hole. When he pushes it inside, his mouth drops open into a silent moan.
“Good boy. That just means you’ll be able to take my fat cock someday.”
Every gasp, every whimper, and every sigh become louder when I turn up the volume. He moans in sync with each time the dildo sinks deeper inside; in and out until he builds a perfect rhythm that causes his toes to curl. I stroke my cock in time with his thrusts, imagining it’s me pounding that tight little hole.
“That’s it, boy, fuck yourself faster,” I say, as I mirror his movements, stroking myself even faster.
“Mavik,” he whimpers, causing precum to gush from my tip. Hearing my name on his lips has me hurtling toward the edge.
His heels dig into his mattress before his hips lift, allowing the dildo to sink in deeper. My cock throbs as I analyze the other monitors, watching him fuck his dildo from various angles before returning to the aerial view.
Peyton’s body trembles. He’s right on the edge, too. His eyes blink open, and holy fuck, I swear he looks right at the camera in his ceiling fan as he uses his free hand to stroke himself. “That’s it, Daddy. Fuck me harder. I love the way you look in that mask,” he says, tipping over the edge and spraying his chest with cum.
I groan, my whole body locking up. I come hard to images of me fucking my boy’s tight hole with my mask on.
The next morning, I’m straightening my files and getting ready to make my way to the boardroom for my meeting with Daniel Sinclair. Ten more minutes. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen my father’s closest friend in person. A zing of energy that I usually only get right before a kill rushes through my body. Considering his assistant hasn’t called, and the world hasn’t exploded yet, I’m going to assume this meeting is finally going to happen.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out.
Peyton: The boardroom is ready, sir.
I asked Peyton to go all out. I want to woo the fuck out of this asshole. I don’t think he suspects that I’m the man eliminating his inner circle, one leech at a time, but he’s been so damn hard to get ahold of. I want him to feel like a fucking king long enoughto let his guard down around me. I grin. Fucking finally. The last man on the list. I’m almost finished. That happy buzz is still vibrating through my body when I type out a reply.
Mavik: Good boy.
Whistling, I can’t even be bothered by the fact that I said something wildly inappropriate to my assistant. But screw it, watching him fuck himself on a dildo isn’t very professional either. I’ve seen Peyton’s private search history. I know what my kinky little assistant is into.
There’s a light knock on my door. Peyton is standing there, cheeks flushed either from embarrassment or arousal, probably both.
“I don’t understand why you’d bother to pull out all the fancy drinks and food for this man. He’s canceled numerous meetings with us throughout the years. Is his business really that important? Because it seems like we’ve been just fine without him. In fact, he has a very questionable reputation. It’s probably better that we don’t do business with him.”
“You did your research on the man.” Warmth fills my chest, mixed with a sense of pride. This.Thisis why Peyton is so damn invaluable. He’s not just another mindless employee taking orders and doing what they’re told. He’s loyal. Always researching future and potential clients. And he isn’t afraid to give me his opinion, even if he thinks we’ll disagree.
“Of course, I did.”
Feeling confident, I walk by Peyton and casually brush my body against his as I act like I’m squeezing through the door. That slight intake of breath is intoxicating.
I check my watch. “You have five minutes before he’s supposed to arrive. If you want to hit the restroom before the meeting, you’d better do it now.”
Peyton nods. “I’ll be there in a moment. I’m going to doll up my coffee in the breakroom,” he says before pausing. “Do you think it’s odd that Mr. Sinclair asked that I be there too?”
“A little, but he’ll probably have his assistant, Peggy, with him too.”
“Oh, joy,” he says sarcastically.
I chuckle. “I wouldn’t worry about it.” The truth is, some potential clients and investors do all kinds of things to test the employees. I don’t really care what kind of trick Mr. Sinclair has up his sleeve; I know Peyton can handle himself. I’m here to get intel on Daniel.
I walk into the boardroom and then freeze. Daniel Sinclair isn’t the man standing at the head of the table. Someone else is. He’s significantly younger, maybe closer to Peyton’s age. His back is facing me. The stranger is in a flashy, tailored suit that screams money. This isn’t a mere assistant.
I clear my throat.
Mr. Flashy turns around slowly, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. As soon as he sees me, he smirks and swaggers toward me, hand extended. “Mavik,” he greets, tone dripping with cockiness.
I allow my mask to fall into place as I hide my anger. Instead, I let confusion show on my face as I reach for his hand and shake it. “Have we met before?”
“We have, yes, when we were younger. Drake. Drake Sinclair.”
Chapter eighteen
