This was insanity.
What was he doing?
He should be going over the information he’d dug up on Ackor Hue one last time before calling it a night. He had an early start in the morning, and then needed to finish packing for his trip.
He didn’t have time for this.
Didn’t have time to hyper fixate on the sight of Silver’s proud cock, glistening from precome. Or the way it’d looked furiously pounding into Ackor’s body. Forcing itself all the way to the hilt in powerful motions that had to have caused discomfort as much as it delivered pleasure.
Of the veins in Silver’s hands as he dug his fingers into the other man’s hips, bruisingly tight. Almost as though he was afraid to let go. To lose him.
Was he seriously romanticizing the Emperor’s actions now?
He—
The sound of his multi-slate beeping cut off his train of thought, and he grit his teeth and turned his head toward the nightstand just as N.I.M. connected with the device and pulled up the message he’d received.
N.I.M. projected it against the wall next to the headboard, neon blue words appearing vividly against the white paint.
Seeing the message from his sister—threatening to kidnap him if he even considered breaking his word again about visiting—should have killed his hard-on, but the vibrator switched to the maximum speed then, and Nuri found himself pushed over the edge instead.
His vision blurred, the blue lines of text becoming illegible as he gasped and twitched, his dick squirting all over the pillow he was riding. His ass clenched around the toy, still buzzing, the onslaught of continuous vibrations almost enough to have him drooling as his orgasm tore through him, controlling him and keeping him locked in place, forced to ride it out.
As soon as he was able, he made a desperate attempt for the remote resting next to N.I.M., but it was just out of reach. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes as overstimulation kicked in, but he barely had the energy to extend his arm another inch, let alone to reach beneath the covers and pull the toy out.
A fleeting thought flashed through his mind unbidden, that maybe this was a little bit how Ackor Hue had felt that night, pinned beneath Silver, forced to keep going despite wanting it to end.
The second orgasm was such a shock it took Nuri down. He dropped onto the bed, jerking and whining as more fluid shot from his tip, staining the already drenched material between his thighs.
He’d never gone twice in a row before. Not on his own, or with a partner.
Minutes passed before he was finally able to collect his strength enough to make a try for the remote again. This time, he managed to grab it, hitting the off button and then sighing in relief when the vibrator stopped. He still didn’t have the energy to pull it out, but at least most of the torture was over.
At some point, he must have dozed off, because he woke with a start almost an hour later to the sound of his multi-slate ringing.
“Hello?” Nuri cleared his throat, frowning down at the screen when he realized the call was coming from one of their distribution centers a town over.
“Royal Secretary Narek,” a panicked male voice came through the line, “I’m sorry to disturb you this late, but there’s been an incident. I think you’re going to have to come down here, sir.”
“What happened?” Nuri shot out of bed, wincing when the toy lodged inside of him shifted. He yanked it out and squeezed his eyes shut against the discomfort before using his other hand to grab his multi-slate. He headed to the bathroom, dropping the toy into the sink and flicking the water on to clean it as he waited for the man on the phone to explain.
“There was a break in,” Keng, the facility’s site manager, began. “We’re trying to sort through what’s missing, but they managed to trash Section 09 before the alarms were tripped. It gets worse. A fire broke out in Section 13. We’re assessing the damage…it doesn’t look good. The police are here, but they’re requesting someone in charge be present.”
Which meant Nuri. As the CEO’s righthand, it was his job to oversee things like this and help solve the problem in a clean and concise.
“Are the press already involved?” Nuri would need to get a handle on the story before anything pertinent leaked through the media.
He rushed back to his room, quickly pulling clothes from the wardrobe. This particular warehouse was a twenty-four-minute drive from the estate. He’d need to leave immediately so as not to keep the officers waiting longer than necessary.
“They arrived not too long ago,” Keng said. “I’ve done my best to keep them on the outskirts of the parking lot, but some of them have managed to snap photos of the building.”
“Take inventory as quickly as possible,” Nuri instructed. “Log everything. Cooperate with the police as well, and tell them I’m on my way.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll have a detailed report by the time you arrive.”
Nuri ended the call and snatched N.I.M. off the end table before making a beeline for the exit. He tugged the door open and stepped out into the hallway, not catching sight of the tall object standing there until it was too late and he’d already smacked into it.
Strong arms reached out, capturing him around the waist to steady him before he could stumble back more than a step.
