Page 31 of Emperor of Corruption
And yet, for some reason, I’m having a hard time peeling my eyes away from him. From the way his muscles stretch the fabric of his perfectly tailored dark suit. From the artful tousle of his hair. From his eyes, which are even more beautiful when they’re not starkly empty.
Something warm starts to fill me, but it’s not the languid, pleasant sort of heat I usually get when I drink without eating enough. It’s something else. Something pulsing and aching, stemming from my core.
Am I…turned on?
No—I can’t be. Killian being objectively attractive means nothing to me… only it’s making me feel a lot right now. Namely, arousal.
I blink slowly, confusion overcoming me. I feel like I drank a bottle of wine rather than a glass and change. A bottle specifically formulated to make me feel turned on.
I need to get out of here. Killian said he’d let me go after dinner was finished, and dinner is finished. It’s time for me to go home.
I stand up, legs feeling unsteady. Killian’s hand shoots out, wrapping around my arm, and I gasp at the contact. Any previous time he’s touched me, I’ve felt fear. Right now, even his hand on my arm feels good—alarminglygood.
He gazes up at me for a few beats, then pushes back his chair and tugs medirectly into his lap. I fall hard, and tense in preparation for the burn in my ass to return. It does, but eventhatfeels good—reallygood.
“You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?” Killian questions mildly. His hand drifts up and down my arm, raising goosebumps. His eyes aresogreen. I can’t seem to look away from them, or from the curve of his sharp, angular jawline.
Wait…he said I’m starting tofeel it.
Oh my god—he did something to my wine. Hedruggedmy wine. I watched one of his servants pour me a glass from the same bottle they used for Killian, which is why I wasn’t worried, but they also switched out the wine glass with each course. Something invisible must’ve already been in mine.
“You—youdruggedme,” I gasp. My words aren’t slurred, I don’t feel like I’m going to pass out… maybe it’s all in my head?
Then, Killian dispels that by saying, “Yes. It’s an aphrodisiac recommended by an acquaintance of mine with peculiar tastes.”
His hand lands on my thigh, taking full advantage of the slit in my dress. A quiet moan escapes my lips, and the ache overtaking my body intensifies. I feel like one huge, pulsing clitoris.
“Fuck,” Killian hisses. “I want to hear that again.”
“No—I have to—” before I can finish my request to leave, Killian fists my hair, turns my head to face him, and slants his mouth over mine. Pleasure explodes at the contact of his soft lips moving over my own—it’soverpowering.I moan again into the kiss, losing control of my body. Any semblance of protest is wiped clean away from my mind.
He’s warm, soft, inviting, andravenousfor me. I’ve never felt such visceral desire for me radiating from a man before. His hand in my hair is firm, his grip on my thigh tightens, and his tongue plunges into my mouth, exploring every crevice accessible. It feelsamazing.Enlightening, even.
I try to match his vigor in the kiss but fall short. He’s too intense, too hungry, and I’m too…not myself. I’ve never been an overtly sexual person, but right now one could be forgiven for thinking I am. My nails dig into Killian’s shoulders. My body presses fully against his, of its own volition.
A soft grunt of approval escapes him. He pulls back, only to trail his lips down my neck. I arch into his mouth; he bites me harshly over my pulse, and even that pain—which is substantial—adds to my arousal.
A slice of clarity briefly cuts through the fog encasing my thoughts.I don’t want this. I’m on a drug, I’m not in my right mind—legally, I can’t actually give consent right now, the cues my body’s giving be damned. My hands weakly push at Killian’s shoulder.
“Wait, I don’t—” my words cut off when his hand slides up my thigh and cups my pussy. Whatever he finds there makes him groan, a low, masculine sound that nearly makes me orgasm. My pussy pulses, my breasts ache, my body is no longer my own. For this moment in time, it’s his.
I should hate it, but I can’t—not with the sensations he’s inspiring. I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but none have ever made me feel like this.
Probably because none have drugged you, a voice in my head reminds me.
The doubt can’t take root. Before I comprehend what’s happening, Killian pushes the straps of my dress over my shoulder, and tugs it down to my waist. My nipples harden at the cool air, and I whimper,aching.Wanting.Needing.
“Killian—” the rest of my words get lost when his mouth closes around the peak of my nipple. His tongue curls around the taut bud, followed by a vicious nip of his teeth that draw a cry of agonized pleasure from my lips.
I should push him away. I should, but Ican’t. Instead, my hands reach for his hair without my permission.God, it’s silky, and so soft. I want to bury my face in it. I want todrownin the sensations he’s inspiring.
His teeth bite into my nipple, so harshly it clears a bit of the haze—but then, his palm squeezes my pussy, and the heel grinds into my clit. The pain and pleasure intermix, making me painfully aware of just how empty I feel.
I despise Killian, but right now, Ineedhim.
“Please,” I whine.
Killian pulls back, his gorgeous green orbs locking on mine. One of his brows bow. “Begging already?” he chuckles. “I’ve barely touched you.”
