Since he’d come here with a purpose the last time, Nuri hadn’t paid much attention to the overall vibe of the room. When they entered the suite, he found himself taking it all in with a different set of eyes.
The inside was lit with dim white lights hovering above. They bobbed and weaved, floating in the air, bumping against the high gilded ceiling. The windows were covered in thick, black velvet drapes and the rest of the room was colored in warm tones. A fireplace in the far-left corner was already lit, logs crackling and popping, creating a cozy ambiance.
“Frankly,” Nuri said as he spun in a slow circle in the center of the room, standing over a charcoal area rug set over the dark wooden floorboards, “this is unexpected. I figured you’d choose somewhere more opulent more befitting your station.”
“Really?” Silver took a closer look around as if trying to see it for the first time from Nuri’s perspective. “It reminded me of our dorm room.”
“How so?”
The Emperor tapped the tip of his shoe against the wood and then pointed to the four-poster bed set in the middle of the same wall where the entrance to the room was located. “Not many places use real wood anymore. Our room always had this particular smell to it that I grew rather fond of.”
Nuri quirked a brow, unable to help it. “You chose this place because of the smell?”
Silver shrugged a single shoulder like it was no big deal and a single night here didn’t cost more than most families made in three months. “I liked our college days.”
“You hated the university,” Nuri reminded. “And having to operate on other people’s schedules. Not a day went by that you didn’t openly complain about it, often to a professor's face when they asked why you were late or leaving early.”
Honestly, if not for the fact Silver always aced every exam, Nuri would have questioned whether or not he’d even be able to graduate. As it were, considering how intelligent he was, school had been a relative breeze for Silver. He’d concocted the idea of Rien Inc. long before graduation and was well on his way to making that dream a reality by the time they were handed their diplomas.
“I thought we weren’t allowed to speak of our past?” Silver began to undo his suit jacket, slipping out of the material and tossing it carelessly over a wooden chair set before an empty desk by a door that led to the bathroom.
“Hold on,” Nuri stopped him. “Aren’t you going to check for cameras?”
His fingers paused on the top button of his dress shirt. “Should I?”
“You aren’t worried that’s why I brought you here? To film you and use it as blackmail?”
“Even if that is the case,” he went back to removing his clothing, “I wouldn’t have the right to complain. You would have gotten the idea from me, after all.”
“Did you talk to the others this much too? You seemed quiet in the video.”
“Still thinking about that?” Some of the tension in Silver’s shoulders seemed to ease.
“Wasn’t that the point?” Nuri removed his multi-slate and set it on the mantel of the fireplace, which was closer to him than the desk Silver stood by. “You showed me that video because you wanted me to think about it.”
“Will you think about me still,” he asked softly, “after tonight?”
Nuri turned back to him, breath catching in his throat when he found the Emperor completely naked. His cock was only semi-hard at the moment, but that made it no less impressive, and Nuri’s body responded from just the sight of it.
“If you make me feel good?” Nuri somehow had the audacity to say, voice oozing a coquettish nature he wasn’t known for. “Maybe.”
“Just tell me how you want it, Narek.”
“I told you already. I want you to treat me the same way you treated all of them.”
“Are you sure?”
If they didn’t speed things up, Nuri was going to embarrass himself by creaming his pants. “Yes.”
“All right.” Silver nodded. “If you want to stop at any point, just say the word.”
“What? No longer confident you can make me come?”
His eyes narrowed, more of the cocky Emperor he was familiar with finally making an appearance. “Finding release isthe only thing I’ll make you do from here on out.” Before Nuri could comment on that, he motioned with his chin. “Take your clothes off.”
“You make them undress themselves?”
“I don’t care about unwrapping them,” he drawled. “They aren’t some present. They’re a warm body.”
