Silver grinned at him devilishly, and then shifted closer on his knees. His large cock bobbed, the thick, rosy crown brushing against Nuri’s sack before slipping lower to find his hole.
When he drove into him, they both cried out.
Chapter 27:
It wasn’t until many hours later that Silver finally collapsed again, this time from exhaustion.
Nuri had lost count of how many times they’d both orgasmed, his body boneless and feeling more like jelly as he struggled to clean himself up before returning to bed where the Emperor was fast asleep.
He settled next to him, allowing himself a second to appreciate Silver’s features while he was unaware. After what they’d just done, all of the tension that had built over the past couple of days had drained out of Nuri, leaving him relaxed and not as eager to deny himself. Caught up in the afterglow, Nuri let his hand trail to Silver’s head, lightly twisting a lock of inky hair between his fingers.
There was still a bit of blood under his nails from when he’d clawed the Emperor’s back during a particularly roughpounding, but instead of feeling guilty about it, Nuri found himself smiling wistfully.
The Swiftbond made him addicted to Silver’s come. That was a fact. It made him crave these intimate moments, but it didn’t define how he’d want them. Nuri had to admit that this feeling of satisfaction he got whenever they’d finished stemmed directly from his own twisted desires.
He liked when the Emperor pushed him past his limits. When he held him down and fucked him into oblivion, ignoring his pleas for it to be over.
He liked that Silver wanted him that badly. Badly enough to lose his mind over him.
But he couldn’t let that bleed into other areas of their life, and since there was no way of stopping Silver’s controlling nature when they were outside of the bedroom, anymore than there was when they were in it…
Nuri sighed and rolled onto his back, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling.
This wouldn’t do.
He couldn’t keep running from this. From himself. He needed to figure out what it was he wanted, what he could accept, before—
His multi-slate chimed and he scrambled to answer before it woke Silver.
The Emperor stirred, but settled.
It wasn’t a call, but Nuri decided to take it outside anyway, pulling on a robe and padding out of the room as quietly as he could, N.I.M rolling dutifully after him since he’d forgotten to dock it in his haste to call the doctor. In the hall, he sat down on one of the wooden benches and finally opened the message from Eli.
The guy, Scotch D’Ver, had confessed to slipping the drug into Silver’s drink. He’d hoped to film it on his deviceand blackmail the Emperor for a position at Rein Inc. He’d claimed to have nothing to do with the video that had played on the projector, and had even shown signs of anger that it’d interrupted his plans. If not for the video, he would have convinced Silver to go somewhere more private before the drug had taken affect and he’d passed out.
For these reasons, Eli believed Scotch, but at the end of the message he made the biggest reveal.
Scotch had also taken responsibility for filming Ackor Hue.
His relief at having finally solved that mystery was short lived.
According to Eli, the email had been sent to Ackor Hue from one of Rien Inc.’s computers, but Scotch had gone through all this trouble tonight to try and bag himself a job. Even if he’d somehow found a way to visit the building, visitors weren’t allowed access to any of the company computers.
Nuri sent a quick message back requesting their team run facial recognition on all of HQs stored security footage for the past three months, but that wasn’t the only thing that didn’t sit right with him.
Since Nuri had visited himself, he also knew more about the security level at the club. Club Spade wasn’t simply a classy establishment because of the hefty membership price tag. They’d needed a keycard just to get the elevator to stop on the right floor. With that being the case, even if someone had wanted to follow Silver upstairs, they wouldn’t have been able to. Since he was the Emperor and therefore a V.V.I.P member, whenever he visited the rest of that floor was sealed off.
It was high-class, practically impenetrable security.
He’d personally combed through the footage he’d retrieved from Club Spade and could say without a shadow of a doubt that no one even remotely close to Scotch had entered theVIP room Silver always used. In fact, in those three days he’d viewed, aside from Silver, only the cleaning crew had been given access. He was waiting on thorough background checks for the crew, but one member had completely disappeared without a trace. Up until this point, he’d thought that was a good sign he was looking in the right direction, but now he wasn’t so sure.
Nuri was also a little surprised that Silver hadn’t been more upset about the video, given all of that. He paid for privacy and full disclosure, yet somehow someone had broken past all their safeguards and set up a hidden device to film him, and…He’d waved Nuri off when he’d suggested they press charges.
That was…unlike him.
Silver was many things, but forgiving wasn’t one of them.
“Master Narek.” Falc appeared but was instantly silenced when Nuri held up a hand, not wanting to have his train of thought broken now that he was finally on the right track again.
