Page 34 of Emperor of Corruption
After all, I just had the best sex of my life with her—and I’ve had alotof sex. I’m used to a feeling of impatience when I have a woman beneath me. I don’t want to explore or take my time. I want to fuck her, quick and hard, get off, and get out. But tonight, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I didn’t want it to end.
Unfortunately, my hopes are too much. After inhaling a long breath, whispering, “what the fuck have I done,” Lyra begins to extricate herself from my arms. Icouldstop her—it would be very easy to,but something inside me twists up at the thought of her leaving me. At thegallshe has to walk out of here after what I’ve given her.
My little journalist sneaks out of bed. I crack one eye open to watch her stumble around in the dark, searching for her clothes until she realizes they aren’t there.
She’s leaving. She’s actually fuckingleavingafter what we shared. Ishouldn’tbe upset, considering I drugged her with an aphrodisiac to get her up here, but I’m furious nonetheless. I want to ask her if she knows how many women wouldkillto be in her position, but I can’t move. A mixture of shock and anger holds me captive. If I move right now, I’ll do something drastic—I’ll hurt her in ways I won’t be able to come back from. I’ll punish her for not burning for me the same way I burn for her… and, considering I have every intention of being inside her tight pussy again, I don’t think doing that would help me.
She steals out of the room like a thief in the night. I hear her footsteps pause in the hallway, and then she finds her way to the stairs. Only when I’m sure she’s out of hearing range do I sit up and take a beat to go over my options.
I could drag her back in here and tie her to my fucking bed. I could keep her here for the next eight weeks. Itcouldbe done, but I’m not sure that’s really what I desire.
Conquering Lyra is half the fun. I can’t very well hunt her down if she’s already trapped.
Alternatively, I could let her go. I got what I wanted from her tonight—or, Ishouldhave. I fucked her enough times to leave my cock sore and my balls completely drained. I was so far gone, so lost in her, I forgot to put on a condom, and Lyra’s medical records indicate that she’s not on birth control.
But I don’t think I need to worry about entrapment with her. I believe Lyra would rather have a hysterectomy than my baby… and something about that almost makes me hope that the amount of cum I fucked into her tonight will be enough to take root.
No. Fatherhood is not in my near-plans. I’m simply enamored after the most satisfying fucks of my life, and I expect Lyra’s novelty will swiftly wear off. No matter the woman, her noveltyalwayswears off.
I’ve never met a woman quite like Lyra, however…
I cut off that line of thinking before it can take root. It’s dangerous—all of this is dangerous. Getting so swept up in a woman I spank her until she’s crying, coerce her into coming over to my place, and thendrugher so I can find out what it’s like when she’s an enthusiastic participant rather than someone swearing up and down they don’t want me is dangerous.
Not because I’m morally against any of the things I’ve done; I don’t give a shit about that. The way Lyra dissected me that first day in my office was all the consent I needed, and how wet she got when I spanked her only sealed the deal. I can see the interest in her eyes when she gazes at me, even when it’s shadowed with caution.
What really makes the reporter dangerous is that I’m swiftly developing an addiction to her, and I’ve never been one to have an addictive personality.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand. I pick it up, seeing a message from security downstairs, asking whether they should let Lyra down. I imagine her standing in the elevator, frantically clicking the button to go down, praying that it works.
I thumbs-up the message. Bruised ego or not, I did tell her she was free to go if she wanted to leave after dinner—and I like to avoid lies whenever I can.
Besides, I have a very busy day tomorrow, and I need to get myself some sleep.
The Eyes meet on a quarterly basis. Sometimes, the meetings are digital; when possible, they’re in person. Hosted in a mansion about an hour upstate, which is usually decorated to reflect the importance of the people attending.
Unfortunately for me, Silas and I pull into the circular driveway at the same time. Locke is driving the SUV I’m in, while Silas—the pompous prick—decided to show up in alimousine. I have no problem riding in style most of the time, but discretion is heavily advised at these meetings. Still, Silas has never been one to curb the urge to shove his money in other people’s faces.
It pisses him off to no end that I’ve amassed double his wealth with no inheritance to get me going. I’m sure he wants to kill me very badly since I hold his business’s livelihood in the palm of my hand. Should I choose to, I could crush him.
Both of us belonging to The Eyes is the only thing stopping me.
We get out of our cars at the same time. I look him up and down, smirking as I take him in. He looks disheveled and exhausted. That could be because I decided to take some of my anger at Lyra’s abrupt departure out on the stock market this morning… and happened to crash one of his largest investments.
Oops.
“Tough day?” I remark drily. The animosity between Silas and I is curbed more often than not; we respect each other enough to live and let live. On occasion, however, fucking with him brings me great pleasure.
And knowing he can’t do anything about it only sweetens the kill.
Silas’s jaw clenches. He glares at me, but doesn’t comment, apparently deciding to avoid that minefield.
“How long will you be a nuisance to my investments?” he questions as we walk up the fine marble steps leading to the building.
“Just a few more days. It’s been a tough week, I have some anger to vent. Then I’ll make sure everything’s back in good shape.”
Silas grunts. “Does your tough week have anything to do with the pretty reporter you’ve been sniffing around?”
My gut tightens, and my cock twitches at the mention of Lyra. The image of her is usually enough to make me hard as a stone, but Silas’s words carry the undertone of a threat. If she becomes a problem, he’ll get rid of her, and if he thinks he’ll spite me in the process, he’ll be all the more eager to do it.
