Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 989

Chapter 989: Before

The cocktail was lethal. Her pupils were so dilated she looked like she’d mainlined espresso and lust in equal measure.

"You—" she started, voice pitched low enough to make nearby wine glasses nervous.

"Careful," I cut in, dropping my tone to velvet-wrapped razor-blade territory. "Whatever filthy thing you’re about to spit at me, remember I control your network’s biggest exclusive. One call and your little empire gets the kind of public headache that requires two Advil and a career counselor."

Of course, she just smiled at my stupid tease... gods, she’s so cute.

"I hate you."

"No you don’t."

"I actively hate you."

I let my gaze slide south like it had a VIP pass. "Your nipples are so hard they’re currently trying to unionize against that dress, Sable. Is that because you hate me?"

She looked down—pure reflex—then snapped her eyes back to mine so fast the flush detonated across her face like someone lit a match under her cheekbones.

Throat worked. Swallow audible.

The kind of swallow that says "my dignity just filed for unemployment."

I stepped in.

Close enough that our chests brushed and she had to tilt her head back like I was the sun and she was a very angry, very turned-on flower.

Leaned down until my lips ghosted the shell of her ear—half kiss, half warm psychological warfare.

"I’m still taming you," I whispered, dragging my lips slow across the curve of her earlobe just to feel the full-body shiver hit her like she’d been tased by Cupid’s evil twin. "I won’t be hiding that anymore. So... be a good girl, Sable. And I’ll take you apart properly."

My hand moved—casual, inevitable, like gravity but hornier—found the obscene, cartoon-perfect curve of her ass.

Squeezed.

Jesus Christ on a jet ski.

It was criminal: bubbly, full, round, firm enough to bounce a quarter off but soft enough to make my fingers disappear like they owed it money.

The dress might as well have been cellophane; every millimeter of plush flesh fought back against my grip, pushing into my palm like it was personally offended I wasn’t squeezing harder.

I kneaded once—slow, possessive—felt the cheek fill my hand, spill between my fingers, then snap back taut when I eased up just enough to be a dick about it.

Then I slapped it... a full, open-palm, felony-level crack that rang off the glass walls like someone fired a starter pistol in HR.

The dress snapped tight across the impact zone, then fluttered as the flesh underneath rippled in thick, pornographic waves—cheek wobbling outward, then recoiling inward with a hypnotic little tremor that rolled up her hip and down her thigh like a slow-motion earthquake in lingerie.

She gasped—sharp, punched-out sound—like I’d just stolen the oxygen from the room and replaced it with pure sin.

Her knees dipped half an inch before she caught herself, furious at her traitor body for doing the electric slide without permission this soon when I hadn’t even done anything.

Heat bloomed instantly under my palm; I could feel the sting blooming through the fabric, turning into that deep, throbbing warmth she was going to pretend she hated for at least another forty-five seconds. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Another low sound leaked out of her—half moan, half death threat—before she bit it down like it personally insulted her.

Not through my Oscar-worthy ethics monologue, not through the ghost-kiss, not through the slap that probably just updated her LinkedIn headline to "Recently Owned."

And Sable Rivera—literal sister of the Empress—standing here with diamond-hard nipples, a glowing red handprint probably visible from space under that dress, and fingers still wrapped around mine like she’d rather snap every bone in my hand than let me leave without finishing what I started.

Nope.

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