Chapter 10
RAIDEN
In the shower, the hot water runs down my body, the contact burning just as hot as Aurora’s touch. We kissed just ten minutes ago, but the memory of her soft, pillowy lips still lingers. After it was done and she’d called me sir, she stepped back, eyes clearing as if awakening from a dream.
She turned away, muttering something about this being a deal. She feels the need to remind me constantly… or remind herself.
My manhood is thick, hard, and throbbing with desire. I can’t remember the last time I was this hard. If ever. From a kiss.
Fuck. It was a good kiss. Her moans were the best, breathy releases of pleasure through the chaos of our kiss. It was even better when I felt her breasts pressed against me, the hard outline of her nipples visible through the fabric of her dress.
When I squeezed her hips, I was sure she was going to urge me to keep going. Her hips are fucking fine. Thick. Juicy. Her body is like that in general. The sort of body that makes me want to take my sweet time, kiss every curvaceous inch, savor the sensation of her delectable body.
I reach down, wrap my hand around my aching shaft. I’m not going to be able to focus if I’m forced to walk around with a hard-on distracting me.
Stroking my soaked hand from my tingling tip to its engorged base, I remember the kiss.
Only this time, I alter it. I imagine that I pushed her onto the bed and tore off her underwear.
Revealed her needy pussy, brought myself to her entrance, and fixated my gaze on her eyes for a long moment before pushing myself inside.
“Tell me you want it,” I imagine growling.
“I want it,” she pants in my mind.
“Tell me properly.”
“Sir, sir, sir.”
With each thrust of my cock, the sir becomes more intense, more genuine. She can pretend this is a game all she damn wants, but it’s real.
No – it’s not. Jesus Christ. I need to fucking chill.
How can I when my hand is moving furiously up and down my dick.
Hot seed floods shoot up my shaft, but I hold it back, existing in the fantasy a little while longer.
I imagine the texture and taste of her nipples as I lean down to suck them when I’m fucking her. I imagine her pussy stretching around my cock. Her moans driving me closer to the edge.
“Can I come, sir?” she moans in my mind.
I erupt. Absolutely explode. A hot stream of release hits the shower wall. My eyes are tightly closed as I claw onto the make-believe version of Aurora. She’s bouncing fast, riding my cock, pushing her plump, flawless tits together.
Finally, I stumble back, almost tripping in the shower. I’m not sure if I made any noise. I’ve never gotten so lost in a fantasy while pleasuring myself before. That was hyperreal. Like virtual reality.
I wash myself and then towel off.
When I emerge from the en-suite with a towel wrapped around my waist, Aurora pretends not to notice, rifling through her open suitcase on the bed.
“No need to be shy,” I tell her when she quickly covers her pile of underwear with a T-shirt.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I chuckle. “Sure you don’t.”
She glares at me, cheeks beautifully red. She seems far more embarrassed than she needs to be. “Good shower?” She mutters.
“It was fine, thanks.”
“Okay then.”
“I don’t remember putting ‘give me attitude’ in the contract.”
“I’ll play the part when I need to. Relax.”
“Maybe you’re getting pissed because you liked that kiss more than you want to admit.”
“That was the last time we rehearse.” She turns away from me, sorting through her clothes.
Sure it was, Aurora. But I don’t say that. I’m not going to chase someone who is trying their best to reject me. Even if there is some savage part of me that wants her even more because she’s playing hard to get.
I grab some casual clothes and drop my towel.
“Are you naked right now?” Aurora practically screeches, still with her back to me.
“Turn around and find out.”
“Are you kidding?”
I chuckle. “Tempted?”
“You wish.”
Even so soon after cleaning the pipes, just looking at her round and voluptuous ass is making me hard again. Tickles of tension surge up my stiffness again.
I get dressed, then lie on the couch, feet up. She scowls at me as she puts her clothes into the drawers. “Aren’t you going to unpack?”
“I prefer living out of a suitcase. It’s more honest. A reminder that this isn’t permanent.”
“I don’t need a reminder of that.”
Something’s put her in a sour mood. Whatever. As long as she keeps it hidden from everyone else, she’ll fulfill her purpose.
I do prefer her smile, though.
There’s a knock at our door.
I open the door to find Julian. He looks terrible, his eyes bloodshot, bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days. “Can we talk?” he says anxiously.
“Sure.” I step into the hallway, closing the door behind me. “What’s up?”
He gnaws his fingernails. “It’s not good, Raiden.”
“Whatever it is, we can work it out together.”
“You won’t be saying that when I tell you. But I have to get this off my chest. I can’t live with it anymore. It’s eating me alive.”
“Then you better unburden yourself, cousin,” I say, concerned now.
He threads his fingers through his curly black hair. “Shit,” he mutters. “Okay, I’m just going to say it.”
I wait for almost a minute as he paces and starts and stops.
Finally, he blurts, “I tricked you. With the real estate deal. I hired someone to create a false investment, paid them to take your cash and go AWOL. I hired them to sabotage you. That’s why you lost your money, Raiden. It was me the whole time.”
I’m struck speechless for a minute, unable to comprehend what Julian’s just confessed.
“Say that again,” I murmur.
I couldn’t have heard that right.
My hands tremble. Julian, my cousin, my friend, tricked me? What the fuck?
We’ve done countless business deals on a handshake basis. I never imagined this could even be a possibility, let alone a reality.
“You heard me,” he whispers.
I grab the front of his shirt and shove him against the wall. “Why would you do this?”
He grabs my wrist with both his hands. “Please, Raiden. You’re hurting me.”
“Tell me.”
“You’ve never accepted that we’re involved in a fight. A fight for Grandmother’s approval. To be the one who gets the inheritance. You’ve never seen that… but I do. I know it’s in my best interest to make you look bad.”
“You fucked me over, betrayed me, to make a point? After all we’ve been through? We grew up together, you sick bastard.”
“That’s why I had to tell you. I can’t live like this anymore. The guilt is eating me alive.”
I tighten my grip on his shirt, lift him up, think about throwing him to the floor and kicking his goddamn teeth in.
The door behind me opens. “Raiden?” Aurora says, her tone innocent, but I know she must have heard us.
I let Julian go. “Get out of here.”
“I’m sorry, Raiden,” Julian mutters.
“Go!”
He scurries away, leaving me with a spinning head and a heart like a drum pounding in my chest.
“What was that about?” Aurora asks when I return to the room.
“Nothing,” I grunt.
Julian was scheming behind my back. Trying to tear me down. That deal seemed off from the start, but every step of the way, Julian offered his assurances, encouraging me to make the deal. I trusted him against my better judgment.
“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Aurora mutters.
“Feelings weren’t part of the arrangement,” I growl. “You need to get ready for the welcome party. Put on a dress. Put on a mask. Remember why we’re here.”
She frowns at me, but what can she say? She’s reminded me this is business several times already.
She huffs. “Fine.”
“Fine,” I repeat. “What?”
“Huh?”
I stand to my full height. “Fine… what?”
She bites her lip. Even now, with rage coursing through my veins like hot fire, that causes my manhood to ache.
“Sir,” she whispers. “Fine, sir.”
I walk right up to her, reach down, and ruthlessly spank her thick ass. She gasps and stares at me in shock… and something else that she tries to hide. Seeds of pleasure, of curiosity. Perhaps she doesn’t think I can see the emotions shining in her eyes.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
I spank her again, leaning over to watch her thickness shake for me.
“It’s your reward,” I snarl. “For calling me ‘sir’.”
When I move to do it again, she quickly backs up, hands raised. “I’m suh-serious. Don’t.”
“Say that like you mean it.”
“Don’t, Raiden.”
Yet she couldn’t help but let out a little moan when I spanked her the first time.