What the ever-loving hell did being good have to do with him? He was an emperor. His word was law and he decided what was and wasn’t acceptable.
No, that wasn’t right either. It wasn’t so much that he decided, it was more that he simply didn’t care. All his life he’d taken what he wanted without apology; there’d only ever been one thing off limits and that had been Nuri. At first, this was due to his father and the disapproval Silver had known would come if he made his intentions for his companion public knowledge.
Sij Rien had hand-selected Nuri to accompany Silver, but that didn’t mean he’d approve of the two of them being together. Silver had been forced to keep himself in check and his wants hidden, otherwise, he risked his father separating them. So long as Sij had been in charge, that had always been a distinct possibility.
Then his father died and Silver had been forced to use tricks and manipulations in order to ensure Nuri didn’t leave him. That, coupled with the fact he’d had to adjust to being both an emperor and still the CEO of a company, and there’d been no chance for him to move things between him and Nuri further. He’d foolishly thought he would have more time, but this had always been the end goal.
And if they did this and Nuri was angry come morning?
You’re pretty when you aren’t causing unwarranted chaos.
All these years of adjusting, or burying those burning desires in the hopes of attracting another compliment like that one, and what had it gotten him?
Nuri had tried to leave him.
Once the effects of the drugs wore off and he realized where he was, he would try to do so again.
“I shouldn’t have been so kind to you,” Silver said, a satisfying steely resolution sweeping over him all at once. Theidea of Nuri being upset bothered him, but not enough to let him go. Not enough to risk a change in the outcome he’d been planning toward since that first night together.
If the employee/employer contract between them was no longer enough to keep Nuri bound at his side, then Silver would do away with the act of icy control and choose the option truer to his real self.
Chaos.
“Say my name again,” he demanded, because that was also something new, and he wanted to hear it, wanted one final confirmation that at least it was him that Nuri was thinking about.
If that was the case, then in a way, he was merely giving him what he wanted.
“Silver,” Nuri obliged, none of the usual stubbornness present.
“What do you want, Narek?” He was a bad person. Nuri probably deserved better. Even the thought of him with someone else had Silver’s possessiveness sparking to life, however, and he let out a low growl before he could help it.
Nuri shivered beneath him and then licked his lips suggestively, the move immediately enrapturing Silver. “I want you to fuck me, sir.”
“Sir?” He focused on that part, because if he allowed himself to think too hard about the fact Nuri had just openly used a cuss word and happened to do so in terms of sex…If he’d been hard before it was nothing compared to the way his swollen cock was pressing against the tight confines of his pants now.
Nuri nodded and then lifted his arms, wrapping them around Silver’s neck. “Do it hard. I can never get it right on my own.”
Good Light. Even a saint wouldn’t be able to resist this version of Narek. Surely Silver would be forgiven for not being able to either.
And if not?
He’d find a way. When it came to Nuri, he’d always find one.
Chapter 7:
“You’re not yourself at the moment,” Silver said even as he resituated overtop Nuri, lowering his body so that he was pressing the smaller man into the mattress. He slipped a knee between his legs, forcing them to spread to accommodate him as he spoke. “But I’m going to need you to remember this later. Remember that you’re the one who asked for it. Understood, Narek?”
“Not at all,” he replied, not sounding the least bit concerned by that fact. When Silver went as though to pull away, his arms tightened around his neck, keeping him close. “Don’t stop.”
This was his last chance to change his mind, so Silver took a second to really think it over. If he did this, there’d be no coming back from it. He’d know what Nuri tasted like, what he felt like, and once that happened…
“I’m never letting you go,” he promised darkly, wanting to get that point across even if there was the chance Nuri wouldn’t remember it in the morning. “This will shatter any remaining resolve I’ve carried to shield you from my chaos. Once we do this, I’ll stop at nothing to keep you. Even if you cry and beg for freedom.”
There was no way for Nuri to truly understand the danger he was in, but Silver no longer cared about playing fair.
The doctor had prescribed a couple different medications for the injuries, and had even explained that there would be side effects and Nuri might not be all there once he woke up. He’d expressed that Silver should be patient with him, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.
But he’d said nothing about hallucinations or any of the drugs having side effects of a sexual nature, and if the hard bulge in Nuri’s thin pajama pants was any indicator, his reaction to Silver was real and not drug-induced. Even if he believed this all to be a dream. That meant a spark between them was possible. It meant he could arouse the smaller man, and if he was capable of doing so once, he’d figure out how to do it again.
