“No!” He slapped a hand over his mouth when that came out louder than he’d meant for it to, terrified gaze leaping toward the closed door. His heart pounded in his chest, the unease not leaving even when after a moment it didn’t open.
“Should I believe you?” Silver asked.
“I didn’t.” The age gap aside, there’d only ever been one person Nuri had actively wanted to sleep with, and it certainly hadn’t been anyone in Nate’s social circle. “I didn’t,” he repeated, ending with a sob. He was so close it was starting to morph into pleasure-pain and if he didn’t get to orgasm soon, he really would burst into tears.
“Then come for me, Nuri,” Silver ordered. “Come for me and scream my name when you do.”
With Nate in the next room? Absolutely not. He shook his head.
“Do it,” Silver growled. “That’s the only way I’ll forgive your brother for making that suggestion in the first place. He knew you were already mine, and yet he had the audacity to try and set you up with another man? That’s a punishable offense—”
Not wanting him to finish that sentence, Nuri lifted off the table as much as he could and turned his head. With Silver’s face already so close it was simple enough for him to find hismouth, and he kissed him, silencing whatever else he’d been about to say. Their tongues tangled, the taste of bitter coffee lingering.
Their lips were still sealed a moment later when Nuri finally came, screaming Silver’s name directly into his mouth so the sound was muffled and immediately swallowed up by the other man. His emptied into his palm, his spent dick twitching through the rush as Silver continued to work him until he was completely wrung out with nothing left to give.
Nuri lost feeling in his legs and collapsed into the Emperor’s arms, out of breath and unable to focus on anything other than the lingering sparks of electricity that crackled throughout his entire body.
By the time he came to his senses enough to realize Silver was still hard, the Emperor had already cleaned him up and tucked him back into his pants. With his clothing adjusted, it was almost as if nothing had happened, the only giveaway the fact that his face was no doubt a bright red.
Silver shifted on his feet, turning Nuri around so that he was propped up by the counter instead of him, then he smoothed out the wrinkles in his dress shirt and brushed a somewhat sweat-damped strand of hair off Nuri’s forehead almost tenderly.
“Count to one hundred before you head back to the dining room,” he suggested. “Believe it or not, I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. Not even your brother.”
Nuri wasn’t sure he could speak so opted not to even attempt it, merely staring up at Silver in silent reply.
With a light chuckle, Silver leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, just a brief brushing of their lips before he pulled back and headed toward the opposite exit.
Without so much as a second glance in Nuri’s direction, he disappeared into the hallway.
As soon as he was alone, Nuri slid to the floor. He’d stay there until his wild heart stopped betraying him and got itself back under control. Then he’d go see his brother off and act like this whole thing had never happened.
He didn’t want it to, but Nate’s words from before flickered through his mind and he flinched.
Nuri had never wished to improve his station further. Becoming something as grand as Royal Consort had never been even a fleeting desire, despite what Nate clearly believed.
But that didn’t mean Nuri hadn’t wanted other things. Forbidden things.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d fall further into this trap, whisked away by his own foolish emotions. Nuri wanted freedom and a new life.
He couldn’t allow Silver to make him forget that.
Chapter 14:
It was harder than it should have been for Nuri to concentrate. He kept getting distracted by the other man across the room, gaze wandering over without his approval.
The Emperor was seated at his desk in the study, his tablet open as he clicked away on a holographic keyboard attached to his computer screen. He kept glancing between the two devices, completely engrossed in his work, as per usual.
Only Nuri was struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy. Silver didn’t even seem to care or recall that less than an hour ago he’d had his hand down Nuri’s pants and had stroked him to completion.
Nuri shifted on the couch when his dick twitched, gritting his teeth and refusing to allow that to happen here. His multi-slate was stuffed full of messages that needed his utmost attention and yet here he was growing semi-hard at the thoughtof Silver’s skillful fingers. This was why those fantasies should have stayed that way. It’d been easier to manage when he had no real knowledge of what being with the Emperor could feel like.
After seeing his brother off, Falc informed Nuri that Silver had ordered him to the study. The two of them would be working from home due to his injury. It’d been tempting to argue and point out he could clearly move on it, but why bother. Working from the mansion was a lot easier than having to drive to the office and he had no delusions; it wasn’t like he’d get to go back to his apartment from there. Since Nuri would simply be forced back here anyway, there was no point in leaving if he didn’t have to.
Nate would be staying another night in the room Silver had provided for him and then returning to Vitality tomorrow. He had to get back to his job and had used his emergency leave in order to come in the first place.
That flash of guilt came swiftly and Nuri latched onto it, needing the vivid reminder of how they’d all ended up here and whose fault it truly was. If only the Emperor hadn’t overstepped, Nuri would be on Vitality right now, and Nate wouldn’t have had to use up his precious leave days.
The anger helping to stabilize him, he finally tore his attention off of Silver and began working. He checked the communications and calls and settled those, opting to tackle the easier jobs first. The emails were a mix of work-related missives and reminders about subscriptions and upcoming appointments for both him and Silver, and it was taking forever to sort through them all since typically he had his multi-slate on him twenty-four-seven and was constantly checking whenever he received something.
