Page 41 of Dark Corruption


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Relief and disappointment.

Dragging myself upright, I pushed my matted hair from my face. I needed a shower badly after sleeping in wool all night.

Squinting against the invading light, I looked for my phone, finding it on the dresser beside the bed next to a wrapper.

Had I eaten gum before going to bed?

Fuck, I hoped I didn’t have it in my hair.

Picking it up, I turned the wrapper over to discover a scrawled message.

Alcohol made you miss out on an orgasm. I didn’t deny myself one. I want you sober tonight so I can even the tally. Check your videos. See you in the afternoon. E.

My stomach clenched as I read the words before snatching up my phone and going to the gallery with shaking hands. Did he take my virginity without me even knowing? Would he?

I didn’t think so. There was no ache between my thighs. He’d told me that he wanted me present for that. So what had he done?

With a swallow, I clicked on the new video.

I lay sleeping on the bed as Ewen gripped his cock in his hand, stroking firmly. The head of his cock was large and fat, glistening in the soft room light. It should have felt like a violation, but my pulse picked up at the filthy image. What would it feel like to have him that breathy at my touch? Unable to look away, I watched as his jerks became faster, his hand almost blurring as I slept behind, unaware.

When he came with a grunt, he captured his cum in his hand and showed it to the camera.

My thighs clenched as he walked toward me, sliding his hand down my top to spread his cum across my breasts and up to my neck before sticking his wet fingers into my mouth.

Lust laced his voice as he spoke. ‘Goodnight, Cora. Know that there won’t be a day you spend in my home that I won’t mark you in some way. With my cum, my whip, or my dick. Sleeping or awake. I’d much rather see you swallow my cum than wipe it over you.’

Touching my neck, I felt a flaky film covering it, up over my chin and down onto my chest. Concern flooded me. What sort of man did that? And more worryingly, why did it make me feel so hot?

Biting my lower lip, I replayed the video, watching it again.

And again.

When I called and asked for a hangover cure, the chef brought me bacon sandwiches—crispy on the edges and soft in the middle—along with tea and fizzy coke.

After a hot shower, which I took despite wanting to keep Ewen's cum on my skin, and a good feed, I felt much better.

The size of the house astounded me. Every clip of my shoes echoed around me as I walked through the corridors, admiring art that hung on the walls and stopping to look at this or that. It was like he lived in a museum.

A door led to a cute little courtyard surrounded by the mansion’s walls and filled with exotic plants. I sat on a bench near a trickling fountain and messaged Molly, who’d messaged six times already asking where I’d been.

What do you say? Whisked away to our boss’s mansion because he’s holding my sister hostage? By the way, he killed a dude who hurt me and came on me while I slept.

No.

The whole thing was preposterous.

But having a man who wanted me that badly and was willing to do anything to protect me gave me a heady rush. I put my phone back down on the bench and lifted my face to the light coming in from the gap above.

‘Room for one more?’

Looking to my left, I gave Alfie a smile as he slid onto the bench beside me.

‘It’s lush out here, isn’t it?’ I said.

‘One of my favourite spots in the house.’

‘Where do you actually live?’ I asked, curious as to why he spent so much time at Ewen’s place.

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