Page 52 of Emperor of Corruption
At the height of my pleasure, Killian pulls back, I hear the noise of a zipper going down, and a moment later, his cockslamsinto me.
I choke on a cry, clenching violently around his length, writhing.
He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes, cutting off the noise.
“I changed my mind,” he says darkly, buried to the hilt inside me. “I don’t want anyone else to have your noises. They belong to me.”
I blink up at him, shivering from a mixture of fear and arousal,stillorgasming around his cock.
“Hold my shoulders,” he tells me.
Caught in some mixture of lust and needing this to be over, I comply.
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he warns me, loosening his grip on my throat. He draws his cock out of me slowly, then slams back in, jarring a whimper from my lips.
He cuts off my breathing. “What did I say?” he asks angrily.
He sets a punishing pace, fucking in and out of me like a madman, until I’m caught between a haze of pain, pleasure, and absolute delirium. His cock grating against my sensitized nerve endings combined with the breath play and my leftover soreness has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I can scarcely breathe, scarcely move; all that’s left is to come,hard.
I orgasm until I’m incoherent. Until his hand can scarcely trap the noise.
Killian buries himself deeply inside me, cock pulsing as he comes. His teeth latch onto the skin of my neck, sucking it deep into his mouth and biting down. I’d scream if I could make a single noise—instead, my eyes roll into the back of my head at all the stimulation, and I silently shudder, caught in the throes of pleasure.
“Good girl,” he mutters, unlatching his teeth and gradually releasing the pressure on my neck. In the wake of our shared release, he smirks down at me, looking immensely satisfied. “I knew you were just as twisted as me.”
“I’mnot,” I hiss, his words cutting through my post-orgasm fog.
“Tell that to your pussy, which is clenching down on my cock like it’s an eight-figure job,” he drawls. “Are you sure you don’t want monetary compensation? I’d pay millions for a pussy like this.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I’d much rather fuckyou.” He pauses, gazing down at me. “I’ll match your salary if you move in with me for the duration of our arrangement.”
“No!” I snap. “I’d like to be able to get at leastsomesleep.”
He seems slightly offended as he withdraws himself from me. “I have the most comfortable mattress in the world. My silk sheets cost more than your rent.”
“I don’tcareabout your money,” I seethe. “You can’t buy me with it.”
Killian’s brows furrow. He looks genuinely perplexed as I hop down from the table and right my dress. “Give me my panties.”
His expression goes blank. “No.”
“I don’t want to walk home with your cum running down my leg.”
“It’s your cum, too. Don’t worry, I don’t think you’re interesting enough for anyone to notice.”
“You really know how to make a girl feel special.” I run my fingers through my hair, wishing I had a mirror to check my appearance in.
“You are special, whether or not you see it,” Killian says. “Otherwise, why would someone like me waste so much time on someone like you?”
I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. He gets off on degrading me, inside and outside of the times he’s fucking me.
I’m done giving him any impression that I give a single shit about the cruel things he says.
Chapter Twenty
Killian
