Chapter 23

Emilia

There was a dull ache in my belly, but I was too drained to care if he had stabbed my womb out with his dick. He groaned behind me and let go of my arms. I caught myself before I face-planted into the couch. My eyes caught his black leather belt, and my pussy contracted at the thought of him spanking me. I wondered if I'd somehow become a nymphomaniac over the last few days because I was up for anything. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he began to pull out of me.

"Fuck, I think I need a seat after that," he said as he stroked my ass cheeks with his hands. "Hmm, I love your ass. I can't wait to fuck it."

"What?" I said as I looked over my shoulder, but he was too busy inspecting my ass. "Uh, I don't think anal sex is for me."

His face remained downward, but his eyes flicked towards me.

"Don't worry about that just yet," he said as he lifted his head slowly and I saw the amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Before I could respond, he shoved his dick back into his trousers and strode to the desk to get my bra and dress.

"Right now, we need to get you looking presentable because anyone within earshot probably thinks I've killed you."

"Oh no," I said, trying to get off the sofa. His office was swanky, and he owned the massive building. Everyone knew him here and would no doubt try and greet him as they did when we came in.

Cyrus pulled me up and handed me my clothes.

"Just think my cum is going to be dripping out of you when you walk past them all," he said with a smirk.

I groaned at the reminder and buried my face into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head and I remembered how emotional I'd got earlier. The man was uniquely complex, but his eyes told me what his mouth couldn't. I slipped my arms around his waist and hugged him. I felt him tense momentarily before he relaxed again and hugged me back. The only problem was his cum was beginning to drip out and make a mess between my thighs.

"Get your clothes on. I need to feed you," he said gruffly before he added. "With food, not my cock."

I pulled away from him with a grin and reached for my clothes. That shit was funny when he had to clarify what he meant by feeding me.

Once I was dressed and saw the state of my eyeliner and mascara, I decided that I wasn't leaving his office, but he brought me some napkins and water. It wasn't perfect, but I no longer looked like part of a horror movie cast.

He kept his arm around my waist as we made our way out of the office. I kept my head down until we were in the lift which was empty. As soon as the doors closed, he lifted my skirt up and stuck his hand between my legs.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at him.

He didn't reply, but I felt him scoop his cum up from my pussy.

"Open your mouth," he said with a faint smile.

When I parted my lips, he shoved all three fingers into my mouth.

"Suck them clean," he said with his eyes darkening.

I kept my eyes on him and began to suck. Just like that, I wanted to fuck him again. I held his hand and licked his fingers clean.

"Fucking perfect," he whispered just as the doors began to open.

This was our first shopping trip together.

**

I was glad to get home because I needed a shower so badly, but he followed me, claiming he needed one too, and if we showered together, it would be more cost-effective. Since he was a billionaire, I knew it was just an excuse to shower with me. I couldn't complain as he washed every inch of me while I washed and conditioned my hair. With each passing day, he revealed more of his hidden personality, and our bond grew stronger.

In the evening, we lay on his sofa, or couch as he called it, when the news came on the TV.

"And Kyle Bennet is still missing. He was last seen at the charity ball event in…"

I sat up at his name, but Cyrus had changed the channel.

"What did you do to him, Cyrus?" I asked as I turned to face him. "I thought we had a strict plan so you wouldn't get caught."

He stared at me for a moment as if to see how much to tell me. I narrowed my eyes at him because this wasn't something I would remain passive over.

"I got rid of him, and I would do it again," he said with a stubborn scowl.

"And what will I do if you end up on death row?"

"Virginia doesn't have the death penalty."

"You know damn well that you have offed people in other states where they do have the death penalty," I said, getting upset.

"Baby, I have been doing this for almost twenty years," he said softly while curling his fingers around my waist.

I sighed and put my head on his chest because I knew how young he was when he first killed his father.

"We should move to England. They don't have capital punishment," I whispered as I thought of losing him when I only just found him.

When he remained silent, I glanced up at him to find a thoughtful look on his face.

Was he actually considering it?

I felt a wave of excitement rush through me.

"Other than my business, I have nothing tying me here," he eventually said. "I could set up some labs and an office in England."

"Oh, this is huge. Yes! I would love that," I cried out. "We could wait until you sort the business side out and I've completed my work. I love you, Cyrus Wicke!"

I gasped in horror before I slapped my hand over my mouth.

TMI. Abort. Abort. Fucking Abort.