Page 78 of These Family Ties

“Fuck,” I grunt, as she lifts half off my dick before slowly lowering herself down again. And again. And again. Torturing us both with her snail's pace. Reaching up, I try to grab her breasts, but she brushes my hands aside with a scolding titter, rolling her hips as she does, making us both groan.

“Actions have consequences. If you want to come, keep your hands to yourself.” She warns as she pulls almost all the way off me until only the tip is still inside her wet heat. She’s fucking soaked for me, practically dripping as she slides back down until she’s fully impaled again.

Did I want to cum?

Of course I did.

Fucking hell, it felt like I was going to die if I couldn’t come inside her.

She’d been edging me with every bite, every drag of her nails or scratch of her knife, so there was no way this was going to last long. When she’d pushed me inside her, I’d almost nutted then and there, my balls begging for release.

When I first decided to use blackmail, part of me wondered if I’d feel guilty seeing my aunt like this. Her back arched, head thrown back, hands anchoring her to my chest as she drowns in pleasure. Using her to get what I wanted. But as her body clenches and practically chokes my cock, I know that the only thing I will ever feel for this woman is pure fucking need. I belong inside her body, under her nails, in her mouth, invading her thoughts—anyway I can.

A familiar tingling at the base of my spine is all the warning I get. Tossing my head back with a roar, my hands grip onto her thighs as I empty inside her. Fucking her bare is exactly how I imagine heaven feels like. Utter bliss. Nothing between us, only heat and desire.

My nails bite into her skin as I thrust upwards, making sure I pump her full of my cum.

“I said, keep your hands off,” she growls, as a second orgasm washes over her, and her tight cunt milks my body. Before I register what she’s doing, she brings the dagger down into my thigh, burying it in the muscle.

“Fuck!” I shout, the pain triggering another spurt of cum as she wrings me dry. Every. Last. Drop.

Chapter Five

Delphine

Having an orgasm from being fucked rarely happens for me, but there’s something about the young man beneath me, bleeding so beautifully, that seems to have sent my body into overdrive as I come back down from my second orgasm.

As the lust fog clears, and I think about how messy, wet and sticky everything is from the blood, spit and cum, I realize that I’m going to have to leave soon and make my way to my penthouse ahead of tomorrow’s shareholder meeting.

Club Toska is supposed to push me outside my head and it usually does, but all this drama with my disowned nephew and his greedy power play was ruining even this for me. I was going to ruin him.

Feeling his cock slide out of my body, I use that as my sign to push off his chest and onto my feet. I’d left the knife in his leg. It was small enough, and I’d been careful with my aim so that there wouldn’t be any lasting damage. Besides, my play partners were paid handsomely for exactly this reason.

Shimmying my skirt down, I feel his dark eyes on me. But I ignore him, instead, adjusting my mask and slipping my heels on.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see him leaning up on his forearms, brows knitted together in confusion. “Where are you going? We have time for another round, just give me fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty, that was pretty intense.”

He chuckles, and I notice a dimple when his mouth pulls up into a wide grin. A part of me itches to remove his mask, to take a proper look at him and see if he’s just as handsome as I suspect. But the rational part of my mind knows that it’s redundant. What good would it do seeing him? I’ll never meet him again after tonight. I’ll go back to running Nexus and protecting my family legacy, and he’ll go back to his life and whatever that involves. Never the twain shall meet, as Kipling once wrote.

Scratching at some of the blood beginning to dry and flake on his chest, he moves into a sitting position.

Opening the dresser drawers, I find a cloth and some wipes, handing them both to him as I keep my face neutral. “My assistant will handle the aftercare and ensure you are properly catered for.”

After sex, and especially after sex like this, people were vulnerable. They were soft and exposed. It wouldn’t do for him to latch on and get attached—I’d learned that the hard way, a few years ago, with a young woman called Celeste. Stalking was already a bit of a problem if you were from an affluent family, but it had become a larger one since I’d become the CEO of Nexus. Everyone wanted their piece of the pie, but they rarely wanted to pay the price for it.

His brows lift, as if he’s surprised. “When will I see you again?”

“Fucking Alexi,” I curse under my breath before offering him a bottle of juice from the drawer. It’s still slightly cold from when they must have stocked the dresser earlier. “I’m afraid I’m only here for a few days and it’s not possible for us to meet again. This should have been explained to you prior to the session.”

Cracking the lid on the juice, he presses a finger into his thigh around the dagger, pushing blood to ooze out slowly. “So, stay a little longer…”

The corner of my mouth lifts as I feel a trickle of cum dribble down my thigh and his gaze hones in on it like a hunter and its prey.

Tilting my head at the gorgeous young man, my chest tightens. Even if I wanted to stay, I couldn't. I have things to do. A family war to prepare for. “You’re cute, but I have a very important board meeting in the morning. I can’t stick around.”

Without waiting for his response, I turn and walk away. Charlie is waiting for me down the corridor, looking mildly bored as he hands me my long black coat, which I pull on and tie at the waist, raising the hood to hide me from any prying eyes.

“Charlie, tip this one.” I say calmly, ignoring the way my assistant quirks a brow. “Also, arrange dinner with Alexi. I have some feedback about his services.”

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