He was in control here. Always was and always would be.
“You thought you could just walk away from me?” He pulled back and shook his head, noting the way Nuri’s cheeks still stained a bright crimson and how his rosy lips had parted seductively. “We haven’t even started yet, Narek.”
From the way his pupils were blown and his breathing was already labored, Silver thought for sure Nuri was about to give in, which was why his next words caught him off guard.
“Since when did you make it a habit of sleeping with your employees, CEO Rien?” He searched his gaze, a glimmer of accusation sparking behind his eyes. “Or is this an occurrence I simply wasn’t made aware of? Do you insist on sampling all of your workers before allowing them to quit? If so, I have no qualms about reporting you to the proper authorities if you don’t put a stop to this at once.”
“The fact you can still string all of those words together and threaten me means I’m not doing a good enough job of this,” Silver stated. “But don’t be ridiculous. Of course I don’t sleep with those under my employ.”
“What do you call this then?”
“You don’t count, Narek. You never do.”
Nuri flinched, but before Silver could ask why, he’d gathered himself and that stubborn disposition of his all over again. It was almost laughable, how aloof he could manage to be while pinned on a king-sized bed with another man’s cock rubbing against his. But Nuri was acting like that wasn’t the case at all, as if the two of them were merely having a talk in the office.
Business as usual.
Silver hated that.
This afternoon he’d been all warm and inviting, cute even in his desperation. Now it was like a completely different person was lying beneath him and Silver was both annoyed at the lack of attention and thrilled at the idea of getting to taste the version of Nuri he’d always known.
“Take this seriously,” he ordered, only to have Nuri scoff at him.
“There’s only one of us here that isn’t, and it’s not me. What you’re currently doing is amoral, and frankly, appalling.”
Silver ground their hips together and quirked a challenging brow.
“Mere physical reaction on my part,” Nuri declared. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“And when you begged me for it before? What do you call that then?”
“You could have turned me down.”
“There was no way that was going to happen.”
“Right,” he scoffed, “because you never turn down sex.”
Silver rolled his eyes. “That was childish. If you’re so set on using that sharp tongue of yours on me, I can think of a dozen or more better ways you could be doing it.”
“It was the drugs,” Nuri said, and it didn’t take a genius to tell he was reaching. “I was out of my mind. It didn’t mean anything. If you’d been anyone else the same—”
“You called me by name.” And he really didn’t like Nuri insinuating he would have fucked any able body that was present, even knowing it was a deception. “You admitted you’ve dreamed of me often, like this, dominating you, filling you up—”
“Please,” Nuri squeezed his eyes shut, “stop.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Silver told him. “I enjoyed it too.”
“I didn’t,” he lied again, this time with more vitriol in his tone. “And I barely remember a thing.”
That much had become apparent already. If Nuri recalled they’d done it while Silver had looked like this, he’d be panicking a hell of a lot more. That was the only reason Silver had yet to clarify things for him.
He’d already secured the prize. He could afford to ease Nuri into this new reality of theirs.
“Is that so?” If it’d been anyone else beneath him, Silver would have tossed decorum—what little of it he had—to the wind after hearing something like that. His mind was racing with all the ways he could punish Nuri and make him scream, but he refrained at the last second, holding himself by a thin thread.
Timing was everything, and conquest of any kind was made all the sweeter by making the opponent succumb. Silver didn’t just want to have sex with Nuri, he wanted to brand his soul, wanted to stain the other man with his very being so that there was no way for him to ever even think of leaving on his own.
Nuri was his. End of story.
