Page 4 of Cursed Heirs

I couldn’t think straight.

Things were too… blurred.

“Just relax for me,” he whispered at my ear in a soothing tone.

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my boxers and trailed over my flaccid cock.

“Cornwell, I don’t—”

His mouth crashed down on mine.

And then he was rubbing my shaft up and down in soft and easy measured strokes, working me up strategically until I was in a semi-hard state.

His tongue ravaged my mouth, his desperate need exploding all over me.

At a time when I couldn’t handle it.

At a time when all I could be was submissive.

Against my will.

I didn’t want that, not all the way.

If I played that way with him so I could blow off some steam, I always needed to know that I had the true power.

And right now I didn’t.

The sound of a door creaking open caught my attention, just a second before Cornwell was suddenly ripped off me.

A loud thud sounded and I looked to see Talon there, his eyes literally aflame with his phoenix fire as he held Cornwell against the wall.

“I fucking warned you, you piece of shit!” he roared.

“I was comforting him. He’s hurt.”

“Yeah, heishurt! You think he wants a fuck while he’s suffering from those injuries? Come the hell on, you sick fucker! He needs to rest. He needs peaceand, above all, he needs to feel fucking safe!Nottaken advantage of!”

“That’s not what—”

“Come on, the one and only time you could have himreallysubmissive and not just playing the role for you… yeah, you couldn’t resist taking that, could you?” He yanked him off the wall, only to slam him back against it again, rattling his bones. “Or trying to, until I walked in!”

“Talon,” I called, hating how weak it sounded. “Stop.”

He looked over at me, his grip wavering.

“Ore.”

“Not now.” I felt like absolute shit, the last thing I wanted was having to deal with this.

With a grunt, he roughly released Cornwell and stepped back.

“I’m gonna fucking report you,” he seethed. “That’ll make damn sure you’re kept well away from him.”

Cornwell scoffed as he fixed his suit jacket. “You’re posturing. And feebly at that. You know very well that you can’t report me. Not with everything I know of all of your exploits under theObsidianbanner.”

“Callum,” I growled. “Leave us.”

“You better deal with him.”

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