Hacking into Nuri’s devices wasn’t beneath him, and Silver didn’t feel particularly bad about any of the times he’d done it. Truthfully, it’d been a guess that Nuri had discovered Ackor hadn’t been the one to film the video. Ackor would have been eager to clear his name, the same way Nuri just had.
People didn’t like being falsely accused.
When Nuri refused to tell him about it, Silver assumed it had something to do with his siblings. Those were the only timeswhen Nuri defied him. He could get as close to his secretary as possible, but he would never mean as much to him as Nate and Neve did.
He was jealous of that fact, always had been, but at least they had the excuse of being Nuri’s siblings.
Romeo Brixton?
Silver saw red and flipped Nuri onto his stomach, yanking him down until he was bent over the end of the bend with his knees hovering just above the floor.
The first slap against his plush ass seemed to shock them both, and his hand stilled against that heated flesh almost as soon as it’d made contact.
He’d never hit Nuri before. He was furious and wanted to claim him, yes, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hurt—
A long, drawn-out moan slipped past Nuri’s lips before he buried his face between his arms in a poor attempt to shield it.
Silver’s eyes widened. A glance down at his mate’s dick proved that he was still just as aroused as before. Possibly even more so. His palm squeezed Nuri’s cheek, and then released before delivering another blow.
Red bloomed across that creamy skin, the outline of his handprint appearing and then slowly fading.
“Stop!” Nuri sobbed as he was spanked again. “Close the curtains!”
“How much to do know about the Swift bond?” Silver needed to control himself for a little longer. Now that the cat was out of the bag, it was imperative that he find out the extent of Nuri’s knowledge about his kind.
Swifts were secretive for good reason, had been for centuries. Some information had spilled over the decades, enough to warn regular folk not to bed one of them under the light of a full moon, but anything that could be used against them was kept close to the chest.
“We were lucky that night of the accident,” Silver couldn’t help but say. “I couldn’t have timed it better if I’d planned it.”
Nuri turned his head and glanced over his shoulder at him. There were tear tracks running down his face and his skin was flushed, but it was the swirl of indignation and hopelessness that captured Silver’s attention the most. “Did you?”
He lifted a brow.
“Did you plan it?” Nuri asked, and it seemed like he was forcing himself to do so. As though a part of him couldn’t comprehend that it could ever be the case.
Silver had known about Ackor Hue, sure, but he’d been kept in the dark about Nuri’s tracing the culprit to the company. Had known nothing of his plans to visit Club Spade. He trusted that his secretary would never climb into bed with anyone else figuratively, but literally…
His min went back to the time spent with Brixton in the palace dungeons, confident that the sedative he’d given Nuri would keep him out for hours. During that interrogation, his cousin had spouted a lot of bullshit, much of which Silver had easily been able to see through.
But there’d been truth hidden amongst the lies. Tiny morsels of honesty, meant to jab Silver right where it would hurt most.
“Even if you’d tried to take him to bed at Club Spade,” Silver growled, “it wouldn’t have worked out. You can’t come for anyone else anymore, Narek. That’s a condition of the bond, a bond you accepted of your own accord the night you welcomed me into this tight body.”
“I was not of sound mind,” Nuri hissed, jerking in Silver’s hold. He tried to claw his way up the bed, cursing when Silver sat on the edge and pinned his hips with a heavy palm, his other delivering another spanking that echoed throughout the room. “Don’t!”
“I’m the only one who can make you feel good,” he said, rubbing at the tender globe of his ass before moving to dip his fingers suggestively between his crease. “You won’t be able to get hard for anyone else now. Male or female. Not even my cousin.”
That thought pleased Silver so much. Enough to have made him hold back when torturing his cousin. If they’d tried to fuck at Club Spade, Nuri wouldn’t have been able to perform.
Nuri pounded a frustrated fist down onto the bedsheets. “I told you! I don’t like Brix! I’ve never liked him!”
“You kissed him.”
“I was wasted.”
“Not good enough.” Just the thought of it made his skin crawl. Made him want to head back to the palace, pick up a knife, and carve Brixton’s lips from his disgusting face.
“Why are you doing this?”
