Page 59 of Emperor of Corruption
So far, all I have are some questionable tax returns and sketchy investments, but that’s not enough to hold over his head. I have to keep digging.
I raise my hand to knock on Killian’s door; his secretary cuts me off. “No!” he snaps. “Go right in. Don’t interrupt. Be as quiet as a mouse.” He releases a mean laugh. “Shouldn’t be too hard for you, considering—”
“If you say something about the disparity between mine and Killian’s wealth or social status, I’m going to shove a pen up your ass so you actually have areasonto be so fucking stiff,” I hiss.
My vigor surprises both the secretaryandmyself. I’m not one to make threats—joking or otherwise—and Icertainlydon’t do so while on the job. That’s a good way to trip face-first into a lawsuit.
Fuck, I need to get a hold of myself. I need to get some sleep and calm myself down… but I don’t think that’ll happen until my time with Killian is officially up, and I’m finally in the clear.
I don’t wait for the secretary’s response before quietly opening the door to Killian’s office and slipping inside.
Killian’s seated at his desk, his phone in front of him and put on speakerphone, listening as several people over the line drone on about profits and margins. He flicks a glance up at me and crooks his finger, indicating for me to come closer.
“I don’t want excuses,” he cuts in, sounding bored. “I want to understand why, while utilizing your services, my investments dropped by ten fucking percent.”
Ten percent of my investments dropping would be pretty frustrating, but that would only be tens of thousands. I imagine Killian’s portfolio dropping by ten percent could and would cost himmillions.
I drop my bag in the seat across his desk, heart speeding up as I slowly close the distance between us, rounding the table. As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, Killian’s hand shoots out, circling my wrist. He leverages his hold on me to yank me into his lap. I stifle a scream, but can’t mask my flinch.
It’s hard to know what to expect from him—pain or pleasure. He’s mercurial and difficult to predict.
His arms immediately band around me, and without wasting any time, he starts unbuttoning my blouse. His fingers are deft and capable, and I press my nails into my palms to try to ground myself as he pushes my shirt off my shoulders, leaving me in only a bra.
Whoever’s on the other end of the line drones on about market fluctuation while Killian stands me up, turns me to face him, and unbuttons and unzips my slacks. There’s no wining, dining, or pretense today. He’s not even bothering to pretend that this is an interview. I’m here solely for his pleasure, to be his plaything.
He presses a kiss to my hip bone while he draws down my pants, and I recoil, ass crashing against the table. It rattles the desk so much that a cup of pens tips over, and the person talking on the phone pauses.
“Everything okay?” they ask.
“Did I tell you to pause?” Killian responds to them, glaring up at me in warning. He presses his lips to my hip again, slowly and deliberately, testing to make sure I’ll stay in place. My lips thin and my eyes squeeze shut, but I manage to keep still this time around.
I understand the message he’s trying to get across; the more I struggle, the harder he pushes to get what he wants. Right now, he wants me still and pliant, accepting whatever it is he plans to dole out today.
I can’t give him pliancy, but I can force myself to be still.
Endure, endure, endure.
My panties are dragged down to my ankles along with my pants. Killian lifts one of my feet, tugging off the fabric, and then the other. He pauses to swirl his tongue around my anklebone. A thrill of sensation shoots up my leg and zings through my clit.
When he wants to be, I’m sure he’s capable of being an extremely generous lover. I imagine there are plenty of lovestruck girls chasing after him, begging for another taste.
I’m just not one of those women. My introduction to Killian came in the form of realizing he’s a menace, hearing him threaten my life and livelihood, and then having him force me to suck his cock before spanking me like a child. There is no world in which my attraction to him could outweigh my common sense.
Once the only item of clothing remaining on my body is my bra, Killian pulls me back down onto his lap. He drapes my knees over his thighs, spreading my legs wide.
“Run through last month's quarterly earnings with me,” Killian says. One of his hands boldly cups my pussy, shocking a gasp from me, while the other reaches forward and moves his computer mouse, lighting up the screen.
His fingers drag through my slit slowly, up and down, patiently strumming my clit while he goes over earnings, losses, and taxes with whoever’s on the phone. His multitasking abilities really are phenomenal; he has no problem reading, playing with me,andtalking, all at the same time.
He pinches my clit and tugs; a small cry escapes my lips. Killian’s hand leaves his mouth and wraps around my throat, squeezing in reminder. He’s under the impression that all of my noises belong to him.
And they do, at least for the next several weeks. Beyond that, I’ll need to struggle through finding a way to reclaim my body, my sexuality, and my agency.
The mere thought of everything I’ll need to do to press through the damage Killian’s actively inflicting is depressing. The heat of arousal disperses from my core, and my body sulks.
Killian notices the change. His teeth sink into my neck painfully, his hand squeezes my throat to cut off my scream, and two fingers slide into me, curling to tickle my G-spot. I writhe and squirm, clawing at his hand, trying to close my legs.
His fingers slide out of me and his hand cracks down on my pussy. Hard, heavy,painful.“If I have to tie your legs open, I’m going to become mean,” he whispers in my ear.
