Page 9 of Emperor of Corruption
Only he won’t even give me that much. He doesn’t hurt me this time; simply waits until I drop my arms. It takes several beats, but finally, I do, and my entire posture sags along with the material of my dress as it hits the floor.
Killian runs a hand over my spine, and then grabs my ass with both palms. A single tear drips down my cheek at the sheer humiliation, but I’m quick to wipe it away.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Get down on your knees,” My breath gets trapped in my throat. My body flashes cold, then hot. He’s going to make me give him ablowjob.
I suppose it could be worse—things canalwaysbe worse. I just don’t seehowright now.
It’s humiliating to make me participate in my own rape… but again, whatchoicedo I have? Try to run? I nearly laugh at the thought. He’ll catch me, and then I don’t know if I’ll be walking out of here alive.
I don’t know if I’ll be walking out of here aliveright now.
“Lyra,” Killian says, warning underscoring his tone.
I turn around and drop to my knees. Try to find some safe place to go in my head—somewhere I can dissociate from this living nightmare.
I should’ve stayed out of this office. I should’ve told my curiosityto go fuck itself.
“Take my cock out of my pants,” Killian says.
I wince at his crude terminology, then flick my gaze up to meet his eyes. They’re still bright with excitement—in fact, his entireexpressionis filled with it. A lazy smile of satisfaction curls his lips, his eyebrows twitch… he looks more alive than I’ve seen him.
“This is what gets you off?” I whisper. “Forcing a woman—” I cut off with a cry as he grasps my chin in a painfully firm hold. I know I’ll have bruises on my arm from when he grabbed me earlier, and now, they might be accompanied by bruises on my cheeks and jaw.
“You’re not here to ask questions,” he growls. “You’re here to be a good little writer and fucking obey. Do I need to list the consequences should you refuse?”
He releases me and leans back again, once again affecting that air of careless satisfaction. “Take out my cock, Lyra.”
I feel my throat bob as I swallow, reaching for his belt. My hands shake so badly I fumble through undoing it, but Killian doesn’t deign to offer me any help. He watches as I unbutton his trousers and pull down the zipper. His eyes alternate from staring at my unimpressive cleavage—I’m barely an A-cup—to watching my expression. I reach into his pants, eyes bulging as I curl my hand around the length of his cock.
Jesus, he’s well-endowed. My fingers barely touch. His skin is smooth, warm, and velvety—in another situation, I might beeagerto feel him up.
“Impressed?” he taunts. “Of course you are. Have you ever been with a man, Lyra?”
“I’ve had plenty of sex.” Slight exaggeration, but I’ve had enough disappointing experiences to not search out hookups or relationships.
“I didn’t ask if you’ve had sex. I’m sure there have been fumbling boys. I asked, have you everbeen with a man?”
I meet his eyes, defiance flaring in my chest. “I’ve never been with a rapist.”
His jaw flexes. “Take out my fucking cock, Lyra. I’m going to make you choke on those words.”
I swallow again, pray that I don’t throw up from this degradation, and pull out his cock.
I do my best not to stare at it, but that’s challenging, considering it’shuge.The size of Killian’s dick perfectly matches the sheer levels of his depravity, and what’s even more concerning is just how hard he is. His thick length is covered in bulging veins, the tip is turned a dark angry red, and precum is already leaking from the slit.
He’s hard over forcing me. I guess that confirms exactly what sort of man he is.
“You ever sucked cock before?” he asks mildly.
I nod.
“Good. Start with the tip. You better work for it, Lyra, or maybe I’ll decide the world will be better with you working at McDonalds rather than a high-power newspaper.”
I swallow down the bile gathering in my mouth. Take a deep breath and allow myself a moment to mourn my dignity and my pride. He’s stripping it all away and leaving me with nothing but self-deprecation, hatred, and a plethora of ugly emotions that take root in my soul.
Finally, I lean forward and wrap my lips around Killian’s tip, not hiding my grimace as the salty taste of his precum explodes over my tastebuds. My mission right now is simple; get him off as fast as possible, and try to make his orgasm good so I can leave with some pieces of me left.
Killian reacts to my initial efforts with a low groan. His hand fists my hair painfully—I whimper at the stinging pain in my scalp, whichmakes him groan again in a deep, rumbly baritone that does…somethingto me.
