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The rain was falling in a relentless downpour. Thick sheets of it, accompanied by thunder, had been lashing the N109 zone for hours.
Sylus was standing at his penthouse window, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the other in his pocket, fingers curled around his phone.
He was conducting business, even if it didn't appear so. His attention was fixed on the online auction he was determined to win. He had just placed a five-million offer for a painting destined for his bedroom, but someone else clearly wanted it too. This wasn't his first bidding war with this particular rival; he’d even done some research. The man was a renowned painter from Linkon with a bank account to match and contacts to make him enter these black market auctions.
His phone buzzed again, signaling that his offer had been surpassed. Again.
Annoyance simmered within him.
“Tch, it never ends…” he murmured to his glass, took a sip, and placed a new bid.
He finished his drink just as the main door opened, followed by the sound of your heeled boots on the floor.
“You’re back.” He said with a smile, tossing his phone onto the office desk.
“I am,” you replied, smiling back as you leaned against the doorframe. “I’m going to change. I got soaked on the way here.” You said walking away toward the bedroom.
You’d noticed his furrowed brows and the way he’d launched the poor phone, so while you did need dry clothes, you also wanted to give him a moment alone.
He followed you soon after, watching as you slid into one of his clean black t-shirts, the size of it resulting in a cozy oversized dress. “Is there a problem?” he asked, feeling studied by your curious gaze.
“Not with me. I was just wondering what made that pretty face of yours look so tense.” You stepped closer and circled his waist with your arms, your head tilted back to meet his crimson gaze.
He chuckled, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “Ah. So you're concerned with other people's problems.”
You nodded, a smug expression on your face.
Sylus studied you, the curve of your lips raising his suspicion. “Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have something to say?”
Your hands slid slowly down his back, coming to rest on his belt. “Well… I might decide to help you with your problem, if you beg me nicely.”
He laughed, a low, contented sound. “You’ll help me with my problems if I beg you nicely? I don't think I ever said I needed help.”
“As if you’d ask if you really needed it,” you retorted, pushing him back until the back of his knees hit the bed. “As if you weren’t so stubborn.” A final push to his chest sent him tumbling onto the mattress, and you quickly straddled his waist. His hands flew to your naked thighs, but you caught his wrists and pinned them beside his head, a triumphant smirk on your lips.
Another laugh rumbled from his chest. “Pinning me to the bed… how does that solve any problems?” His gaze traveled from your face down to your neck, to the curve of your breast and then back up in defiance.
“If you won’t beg willingly, I’ll force the words from your lips.” You rolled your hips down as you said it, and his breath hitched subtly.
“You’ll force me to beg? Is this how you’ll take matters into your own hands?” He tugged slightly against your restraint, and you pressed his wrists down with more force, rolling your hips again. He was obviously affected by your little game.
“Are you challenging me?” you asked, an eyebrow lifted.
He smirked and raised his head so his face was closer to yours. “Making me beg won’t be easy.”
You bent down until your lips almost brushed his. “You know I have my methods.”
He breathed out another shaky laugh, your dominant attitude sending a ripple down his spine and through every nerve. “When you put it like that…” He was right where he always wished to be. “Let me see these methods you have in mind.”
You smiled and your hands began working on the buttons of his collar, opening his red silk shirt just enough for your lips to trace the side of his neck to his collarbone.
He let his hands remain where you’d pinned them, even after you freed him. “That’s all you can do?” His tone was provocative.
You undid all his buttons, sneaking your still-cold hands onto his chest, then down his abdomen, slowly, making him shiver in goosebumps. “I can do lots of things…” you whispered confidently.
His body reacted to your touch, his right eye beginning to glow. “Your desire is intense. It’s not bad, but…” He breathed in sharply as your fingers brushed lower. “It’s not nearly enough.”
You kissed him, a quick but intense one, then began tracing down his body with more. Your eyes remained locked on his, catching every flicker of emotion. His tone held the challenge, but his hazed gaze betrayed how deeply you were affecting him. Also, there was something else betraying him between his legs.
He growled when your lips reached past his belly button. “The lower you go, the more obvious your hesitation is… are you scared?”
You bit down at his v-line and his hips bucked up in an automatic response.
“Do I look like I am hesitating?” You started to unbuckle his belt, tugging hard to remove it in a swift movement. “Do I look scared to you?” You yanked down his black pants, his hardness bulging underneath his underwear begging silently to be set free. “I don't think you know what you are talking about…” you said lasciviously, tracing down his clothed length with feather touch.
He hissed between his teeth when you started to stroke him agonizingly slow. His head thumped back onto the mattress, his eyes closed in pleasure. You slid your free hand up his torso to pinch one of his nipples, the pain making him harder in your hand while cursing.
“You only have two hands. You should focus on doing one thing well.” he tried to grab your wrist, but you shook him off.
You squeezed his still-clothed cock hard at his words, and his eyes nearly rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” you cooed. “I know exactly how to torture you.”
“You are an insatiable kitten.”
“Am I?” You asked while climbing back onto him, sitting on his painfully hard member.
“Yes…” he breathed out before you kissed him hungrily. Your hand gripped the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss and capturing his low moan. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue and feel his other hand slide up your thigh.
He broke the kiss with a soft laugh. “Are you trying to silence me?”
You bit his bottom lip and tugged. “Every word you say makes my blood boil.”
“Oh… so you’re annoyed whenever I speak?”
“Almost every single time.”
He feigned a dramatic frown while caressing your lower back. “But what I’m feeling can only be considered an appetizer…”
He kissed you again. “My appetite is whetted, but I need more.”
Your mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile against his. "More?" you echoed, your voice a husky murmur. "You'll have to earn it."
You shifted, moving your hips over his, your core getting wetter every second. The friction drew a sharp inhale from him, and the glow in his right eye pulsed. Your hands, now warm from his skin, framed his jaw, your thumbs tracing his plush bottom lip before kissing him again. This time it was slower and deeper, a deliberate savoring exploration that left him breathless.
His hands moved with purpose. One tangled in your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss further, while the other splayed across your ass, pressing you closer until not even a whisper could pass between you. The earlier playful challenge melted into something far more potent, a silent, mutual surrender to the current pulling you together.
You broke away, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the corded muscle of his neck again. He tipped his head back with a ragged sigh, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Your methods are…” he managed, the words strained, "remarkably persuasive.”
"Begging," you whispered against his throat, feeling his pulse hammer beneath your lips, "is a state of mind, not just words. And you are not giving me what I want." You bit before sucking hard to leave a nice mark.
A rough laugh vibrated through him. “You were so impressive earlier, now you’re giving up?”
"Maybe I'm just tired of your defiance and want to stop," you said, pulling away and rising to your feet.
His gaze darkened, almost insulted by your feigned retreat. "It's too late for that," he snarled, rising swiftly to cage you against the nearest wall, his erection pulsing in need yet not enough for him to break. The crimson glow of his gaze was intense, burning with a hunger that mirrored your own. "Now it's my turn," he declared, his voice thick. He lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive spot below your ear. "Hold onto me tightly.”
You complied, hopping into his embrace, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms circling his neck. He started walking out of the bedroom, a smirk on his lips, his hands holding you steady.
“And where are you taking me?” you asked with curiosity.
“Don’t give up so easily. Didn’t you say you wanted to hear me beg? Here is your chance.”
“I wasn’t giving up.”
He planted a kiss on your lips. “I have plenty of interesting techniques I want to try. We can experience them… one by one.”
You hummed in contentment and then looked down between your bodies. “How can you walk so casually with that?”
He rolled his hips against your core. “Are you talking about… this?” He laughed, walking down the corridor. “Let’s try a different spot…”
The idea made you flustered and your cheeks started getting warmer, which he noticed. “You’re already riled up?”
“I am anticipating what you have in that dirty little mind of yours.”
He hummed, a sly look in his eyes. “Let me think… the bathroom? No, you’re already used to that,” he said with a teasing tone.
“What about the sofa?”
“The sofa is too boring,” he declined. He entered his office and walked to his floor-to-ceiling window. “Here? A beautiful view is perfect for setting the mood. What do you think?”
Your back met the cold glass and you shivered, your breath catching. He smirked, pressing his body firmly against you. “I can feel it… you’re more excited than usual.” He kissed you, slow and deep. “Cling to me. This spot is perfect.”
You were about to complain, but your words were swallowed by his skillful tongue in your mouth. His right hand slid up to your throat, squeezing just where you liked it. You whimpered against his lips, your legs tightening around him, pressing his hardness to your now desperate core.
You broke the kiss, gasping for air. "But what if someone sees us?" A thread of consciousness surfaced.
He released you, setting you back on your feet, and turned you to face the window. His left hand fisted gently in your hair, tilting your head to face the glass. “Relax. No one will know.” His lips brushed the curve of your neck as you stared at the world sprawled beneath you: the N109 Zone, laid out in a glittering, rain-blurred grid from the penthouse’s dizzying height.
You relaxed and then your heart filled again with anticipation when he slid off your panties. “It's our secret… it's just you,” his hands caressed your thighs before sitting between your legs. “And me.”
You felt his tip at your slick entrance and you groaned when he entered you slowly, head falling back to meet his shoulder.
“Fuck… Sylus…”
“Mh? Let yourself go.” He murmured to your ear while starting a bruising rhythm. You moaned, a hand pressed to the window to steady yourself. His thrusts were hard, intended to make you feel every inch of his power.
Cries came out of you every time he bottomed out. His right hand came to your mouth, slipping two fingers inside: a bratty move you answered by biting down.
He laughed, bearing the sting. “You are still being rebellious,” he murmured, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. “You just earned yourself a bite.” He tugged the collar of your shirt to expose your shoulder and bite down hard.
You gasped in ecstasy, your legs starting to tremble. “Sylus!”
He sucked until he left a painful red bruise, his hips keeping up the pace he’d set. “Does it hurt? Mh?” he licked a string from it, across your neck and forcing your jaw to turn and meet his lips. “Do you want to bite me back?”
Your head fell forward, your forehead resting on the fogged cold glass, your nails digging on his forearm around your waist. “No. Fuck, I need to come.” You almost yelled.
“How badly do you need it? You have to say it out loud.” His hand sneaked down to your clit, slowing down his rhythm. “Tell me… Say, ‘I want it’.”
“I fucking want it.” You obeyed immediately, your focus completely on reaching your own pleasure.
“I heard you… Good girl.” Your body trembled at his praise, your climax coming like the most sweet of surrenders. He felt your walls tightening around him and he soon reached his own release. “Good, yes, just like that.” He growled in your ear while your legs gave up.
The world blurred into the wet cityscape as your knees met the floor, your hands squeaking against the cool glass. He followed you down, his arms firm around you to soften your descent. A heavy silence settled, broken only by the ragged rhythm of your breaths and the soft tickling rain against the window.
He laughed softly, his voice still rough. “Do you know how irresistible you look when you surrender to your desires?”
You mumbled a faint 'no,' and he stroked your thighs. "It makes me... ravenous."
You found the strength to turn and face him. "Does it?" you asked, a delighted smile on your lips, your arms looping around his neck for balance.
He hummed in affirmation. "I want to devour you, one bite at a time." His lips found yours in a deep, claiming kiss. "All of you," he whispered against your mouth. "You wanted to hear me beg... So, please. Won't you satisfy my hunger?"
You smiled, your forehead resting against his. "Do whatever you want. Take me… Devour me… Make me yours."
Then his lips crashed against yours again, pouring every ounce of his love and devotion into the kiss. Within those walls was everything he had ever dreamed of, everything he had ever wanted. And for a fleeting, perfect moment, his world felt complete.
You were both resting in bed, his broad chest a perfect pillow for your drowsiness. He planted a soft kiss on the crown of your head before reaching for his phone to check the auction.
He’d lost. But he didn’t mind, not with the warmth of your body pressed against him.
Then, your phone rang, and you rose to fetch it.
“Hi, Rafayel!” you answered.
The name immediately caught Sylus’s attention.
“Oh, really? That’s amazing! Thank you so much. I’ll have them ready for you as soon as possible.” You hung up with a smile on your face and returned quickly to his side.
“Who was that?” he asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone.
“Just a friend. And, about that… I need 7.8 million.” You said, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.
“7.8 million?” Confusion colored his voice. It was the exact amount the bidding had closed at.
“Yes. You know that painting you wanted for the bedroom? I asked a friend to buy it for us, since you seemed so busy and I don’t have the right contacts…” You traced lazy circles on his bare chest as you explained.
A sonorous laugh rose from deep within his chest, a sound of pure, unfiltered delight that shook his entire frame. You pulled back, searching his face in confusion.
He wrapped you tightly in his arms, holding you as if you were the only solid thing in a spinning world. “Yes, my dearest,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion against your hair. “You have no idea how much I truly love you.”
He leaned back just enough to meet your gaze, his crimson eyes shimmering with tender amusement. “So you’re telling me I was bidding against you tonight? That was Rafayel? The painter from Linkon?”
You nodded, tilting your head as the pieces failed to connect. “What do you mean, bidding against me?”
He explained the auction, the rival bidder, and his own growing frustration earlier in the evening.
You burst into a heartfelt laugh. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it. We could have had that painting for a lot less!”
He laughed with you. “Essentially, yes.”
You frowned and buried your face under the blankets. “Ugh, I just wanted you to have it,” you said softly, your clever scheming now feeling wonderfully foolish.
His expression softened, awe cutting through the amusement. “You saw a problem and solved it in your own ingenious, utterly unpredictable way.” He gently pulled the blanket away, finding your lips in a kiss. This time not with the desperate heat of before, but with a slow, profound depth that felt like a vow. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.
“The painting will be perfect in the bedroom,” he whispered. “But it will only ever be the second most precious thing you’ve given me tonight.”
“And the first?” you asked, already knowing the answer in your soul.
He smiled, the look in his eyes completing your world. “The undeniable proof that I am blessedly yours.”
Chapter 2: Notice
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