Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 771

Chapter 771: Ass That Owns the Night

I turned to Margaret.

My gaze started at her face those sharp green eyes, the wicked little smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing,, but it didn’t stay there long. It slid down, slow and shameless, drinking her in.

The white lace robe clung to her like a second, crueler skin. Sheer enough that the moonlight turned it translucent, revealing the heavy, perfect swell of her medium motherly tits, the dark shadow of her nipples pressing hard against the fabric like they were trying to tear free.

The same ones my mind could not forget seeing at the penthouse back in Miami.

Gods, that sight was legendary, but this too was insane.

The robe’s tie had loosened just enough for the front to part, flashing the flat, toned plane of her stomach, the diamond piercing in her navel catching the light like a wink.

Lower, the lace hem skimmed the tops of her thighs, riding up with every breath to show the soft, creamy skin above her stockings and the faint outline of the thong beneath—already soaked, the fabric molded to her swollen lips, the wet spot dark and obvious.

Her ass—Jesus Christ, her ass—was a masterpiece. Even when it pressed on the seat... round, high, the kind of curve that made men forget their own names. The robe hugged it like it was jealous, the lace stretching across the cheeks, dipping into the cleft just enough to tease what was hidden.

Every step she took later will definitely make it flex, bounce, jiggle in a way that felt designed to ruin lives, if she stood up.

I’d seen her naked in Miami. Ancient history.

Tonight, I wanted to worship.

Tonight, I was ready to take Margret and I knew she was no lonegr being held back by the incidents; she’d healed. And I knew she wanted me too, she’s been for more than weeks but I had been holding back; now?

I want you too Margret.

I looked at Amanda, Reyna, Priya—my loves—standing there in their own white-lace sins, bodies glowing under the moonlight like offerings.

"My loves," I said, voice low and warm, "I’m going to steal Margaret for a little while. We’re heading to the guest mansion to talk. You’re welcome to come if you want."

Amanda’s fingers were quick; she immediately tightened around Reyna’s wrist before the word "yes" could leave Reyna’s lips. Priya just gave me a small, knowing smile, dark eyes flicking between me and Margaret with quiet understanding.

She could tell by the time she spent here, the wet desires and fantasies that had sown residence in Margret’s mind with those lingering gazes she gave me, or how her eyes traced me when she thought no one was watching, especially Charlotte.

A lawyer saw a lot, did she not?

Amanda shook her head gently. "We’ll stay here."

Reyna blinked, confused for half a second, then her mouth formed a perfect, silent O as realization hit.

I smile was soft, grateful, turned back to Margaret, reached for her hand, and laced their fingers together.

She slipped her fingers into mine—warm, slightly trembling—and nodded.

Her ass swayed with every step—slow, hypnotic, the lace stretching and releasing over those perfect, round cheeks, the fabric riding higher with each movement until the lower curve peeked out, pale and smooth and begging for teeth marks.

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