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Tyrant steps to the side.

I fix my pants and start to walk, forcing my legs to work. I’m a sopping mess between my legs, not to mention ultra-sensitive, meaning as I walk, it feelsgood. Wetness everywhere. My panties rubbing against my pussy. I feel like I’m going to climax again.

I look back and see Tyrant following me. Always following me. Always stalking. Ready to throw me against a building and make me come.

Holy fuck, this guy is a psycho but so fucking sexy.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

TYRANT

The only reasonI’m invited to the investors meeting is so my father can show off Luc right in front of my face. Wearing expensive tuxedos, drinking expensive drinks, and celebrating yet another record quarter of profits. Billions of dollars flowing through the well-manicured hands of those who think they are rich into the hands of those who actually are rich. The truly rich ones are the ones with power. They control everything.

At some point, I’m not sure if the orders will come from my father directly or not, I’ll be given my next position in life. I might sit on the board of some company worth trillions, just to be there and give an opinion and keep an eye on everything around me. Maybe I’ll get picked to travel the world, thrown in some sector like tech or finance, and report back towhoeverabout what’s happening.

The gigantic machine of power that silently whirs behind everyone’s backs is the scariest thing ever.

What’s far from scary is myclaimed one. Standing to my right, her arm hooked into mine. Wearing an all-black dress, thin straps, designed to show off her curves. Her hair is pulled back and tucked up into a little bit of a bun. Just the way I wanted it. Just the way I showed her when I grabbed her fuckinghair and pulled it as hard as I could, making her head fall back. A groan escaped her mouth. My tongue thrust into her mouth for a wild kiss, making me want to skip this fucking stupid meeting and just eat Serafina’s warm cunt until she ran out of honey to offer me. But here we are instead.

To everyone who gives a second of their attention to look mine and Serafina’s way, we’re just young. Life in our eyes. The aura of wanting to fuck each other senseless burning between us. Probably figuring we’re just interns or new hires or those who wish to gain some notoriety at some point.

Yet the ironic part is that I know the names of everyone here. And I know I can kill all of them one by one. Fuck, at some point, some of these greedy fucks will end up astargets. That’s really the only thing that keeps me semi-calm.

“What do we do here?” Serafina asks.

“This,” I say. “I wear a suit. You wear a dress. We walk around. My father is going to make his speech.”

“Father…”

“Yeah. That’s why we’re here. That’s why you’re here,claimed one. This is all one big fucking game. See, my father cheated on his wife with my mother.”

“Wait, what?”

What the fuck are you doing right now, Tyrant?

“That’s right,” I whisper in Serafina’s left ear. “Luc is my brother. See him up there? Next to that man? That’s my father. Mine and Luc’s father. That’s right,claimed one. I’m nothing more than an evil, violent, rotten bastard. My father wants me here so I’m forced to watch him praise his favorite son. Fuck, to him, Luc is his only son.”

Serafina takes a few deep breaths. She’s surprised. As am I. I have no business telling her this right now. Or ever.

“Now, why the fuck am I telling you this?” I whisper. “So there’s no fucking confusion. I’m evil. I’m from hell. A bastard.Nothing more. Remember that,claimed one. So when the time comes…”

She turns her head and looks up at me. Her eyes are sexy and helpless.

Is that what this is right now? Me pushing Serafina away? Or am I convincing myself…

Serafina starts to reach up for my face. I can’t fucking allow a romantic gesture. My hand grabs her wrist and squeezes. Her eyes go wide.

“Tyrant, people are watching,” she whispers.

I grit my teeth.

As if I give a fuck right now…

But she’s right. This isn’tSinners Academy.

I slide my hand from her wrist to her hand and interlock my fingers with hers. My other hand touches the middle of her back and I pull her toward me. There’s music playing in the background. Jazz from a hired band. Certainly not dancing music.

I’m in a bad spot right now. Serafina is too close. Not just physically either. I let go of her hand but keep my other hand on her back. I lead the way to the bar at the back of the room.

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