Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 946

Chapter 946: The Banker’s Deal

This was the first time I was seeing Elise Montclair up close, and I had to admit, my mind was already running through possibilities—dark, filthy, very specific ones.

She is fucking stunning.

Mid-thirties. Cheekbones that could open mail and probably had. The kind of beauty that wasn’t accidental—it had a board meeting, a quarterly review, a dedicated maintenance budget, and a personal trainer who feared for his life if she gained an ounce.

Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, a few strategic strands framing a face that belonged on magazine covers and in the nightmares of lesser men.

Full lips painted the exact red-pink shade and eyes that assessed everything with the cold precision of a banker who’d already calculated your net worth, your funeral expenses, and how much she could bill your estate for the inconvenience.

Her shirt was pure sin in couture form: deep charcoal silk that clung to every lethal curve of her upper body in her slimness, like it had been painted on by a jealous god who knew exactly what he was doing.

Halter neckline plunging low enough to make a priest reconsider his vows, the fabric stretching taut across full, heavy breasts that rose and fell with each measured breath like they were daring gravity to try something stupid.

The skirt was scandalously short—hugging hips that promised violence, riding up just enough to tease the tops of thighs that looked strong enough to crush a man’s skull and soft enough to make him beg for the privilege.

Black sheer stockings disappeared under the hem like they were hiding state secrets, and those heels—sharp, lethal stilettos—clicked like the ticking of a bomb whenever she moved, each step announcing I could ruin you and you’d thank me for the privilege.

And fuck, it was working.

My mind immediately started running scenarios. How I’d fuck this married banker. Where. How hard.

What sounds she’d make when I finally showed her what her husband clearly wasn’t capable of delivering—when I bent her over the table, hiked that skirt up around her waist, and made her scream my name loud enough to rattle the glass walls and trigger the building’s emergency sprinklers.

I pictured her perfect updo coming undone, lipstick smeared across those full lips, those sharp eyes glazing over with something far more primal than quarterly reports, her manicured nails clawing at my back while she begged for more in a voice that usually closed billion-dollar deals.

Just like most women at this auction, Elise was married—I can see the ring, the way she wore her wedding band like it was still armor even though her eyes said it had rusted years ago and was now just decorative jewelry for a corpse of a marriage.

Given how hot she looked, how intelligent those eyes were, how her body screamed underutilized and dangerously close to detonation, I couldn’t help but imagine her bent over that desk in her corner office, that expensive coat discarded on the floor like last season’s trends, those curves on full display while I— 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Stop.

I reined in my abilities with conscious effort, keeping the Lust Presence suppressed, the Taboo Aura locked down tight.

My pheromones stayed contained. This wasn’t the time for seduction.

This was business.

Important business that required Elise’s full attention—and mine—without the distraction of supernatural arousal clouding either of our judgments.

Or maybe she was the one who didn’t want distractions. Hard to tell. Those eyes could’ve been calculating interest rates or already pricing me out of her panties.

Either way, I needed her sharp.

****

Elise leaned forward slightly, her expression professional but her eyes sharp with curiosity and something hungrier beneath it. "I don’t understand. Why would you want to buy the Sterling Hotels loan?"

I sat back, relaxed, projecting casual confidence—the kind that says I already know the answer and I’m just letting you catch up. "Let’s say I want a stake in one of the best and fastest-growing hotel chains in North America. As you know, I’m very interested in hotels and hospitality."

Elise’s eyes narrowed slightly—not with suspicion, but with recognition. She could see right through my bullshit, and more importantly, she didn’t seem to care about my actual reasons.

"Edward Sterling owes my bank 23 billion," she said bluntly, cutting through the pleasantries like a scalpel through silk. "Of an initial 35 billion. He’s been making payments, but the timeline is... aggressive. Six months to clear the remaining balance, and given his current revenue projections..."

She paused delicately, the way people do when they’re about to state the obvious and want you to feel stupid for not seeing it sooner. "It’s unlikely he’ll make the deadline."

I already knew all of this. I had been watching Sterling’s financials for weeks—ever since that auction where he’d tried and failed to outbid us for the Celestial Grand. Sterling’s empire was big, yes. Impressive even.

But business was never guaranteed, and Sterling had made the classic mistake of assuming his hot streak would last forever.

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