Diana was wearing a form-tight black suit; a combo of a tight pencil skirt that had an asymmetrical hem upwards that would cause any man's imagination to run wide, and a blazer jacket with a plunging V-neckline that revealed a daring glimpse of her plump cleavage.
The suit hugged her curvaceous figure, accentuating every sensual curve with bold confidence as the fabric shimmered faintly in the corridor's light.
Regardless of her brazen clothes, there was a subtle flush on her cheeks once she set her eyes on him, her fingers twisting the strap of her purse.
Dylan stared at her, confused like it hadn't at all come to mind that not showing up to work will bring questions.
"Boss? What… are you doing here?"
Diana's eyes flicked over him, lingering a beat too long on his shoulders and chest behind his tight shirt before snapping back to his face.
She cleared her throat. "What do you mean what am I doing here? You didn't show up to work today!"
Dylan's eyes narrowed. "And so you came to my place?"
Diana grimaced, her eyes blinking like she was caught off guard. "Wha— what else could I have done?"
Dylan's brows raised this time. "Call?"
Diana froze. She realized she had jumped the gun there, rushing to his place rather than calling on the phone. Why had she even done that? Now it seemed like she was just desperate to see him.
She forced a glare. "Are you going to let me in or not?"
Dylan thought about it for a while, then pulled the door wider.
Diana stepped inside, her breasts brushing his ribs as she walked under his arm that held on the door. She fidgeted while Dylan didn't even react.
"It is your own responsibility to call if you miss a day, not mine. So why didn't you call?" Diana asked, now inside, after taking a brief scan of his place.
Dylan closed the door and sighed in realization. "I forgot. My mind has been… elsewhere today."
"Elsewhere?" Diana had a skeptical look. "You've never missed a day in two years, and suddenly, the morning after... what we did, you decide not to come to work?"
Dylan grimaced, his voice still completely monotone. "What is it to you anyway? Why do you care so much?"
"Care?!" Diana turned defensive. "I don't… I don't 'care' at all. I only came to check if you're plotting something. After what happened yesterday I need to keep an eye on you."
Another sigh escaped Dylan and then, he walked towards her.
Diana turned rigid instantly, staring at him as he got closer. He circled her slowly, his gaze burning into her with those shadow eyes he possessed, picking up on the way her breath quickened, her thighs shifting subtly under her skirt.
With [Sovereignty], she could only feel even more imposed upon by his aura, falling to an attraction that she had no control over.
"What is it?" she asked, trying to regain control. "What are you doing?"
Presently, Diana's affection for him was 26% on the Affection Radar, which meant she was officially a Bride. But Dylan didn't fully understand what that implied.
Apart from the Wealth Multiplier, what benefits did he get from his Brides? Would they please him at all times? Be obedient? Do whatever he wants?
What was it?
Since he wasn't sure, now that Diana was here, it was the best time to find out.
He could even see it in her eyes. She had come here for something more than suspicion. He could tell she hadn't stopped thinking about him since yesterday.
Any woman who felt assaulted or abused from what happened yesterday wouldn't dress so seductively…. And they sure as hell wouldn't walk right into their assaulters house.
"Why are you really here, boss? I'm only still recovering from yesterday's... workout. You left me pretty drained."
He stepped closer, his tone and aura now amplified by [Devil's Tongue], fearless and teasing. "Showing up here unannounced is just greedy, don't you think?"
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she held her ground, crossing her arms over her chest—though it only accentuated the swell of her breasts.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm here professionally. If you're trying to use what happened against me—"
Dylan chuckled, closing the gap until he was inches away, his hand brushing her arm lightly—activating [Euphoric Touch] with the barest skim.
She gasped, her body jolting as a shiver ran through her, her nipples hardening visibly under her blouse.
"Please don't touch me," She warned. "I'm here to make sure you're not thinking of doing anything. You deleted that video, right?"
Dylan scoffed. "You saw me delete it so what else is it that you want?"
He touched her again, despite her warning, causing her to shiver the more.
"So what is it?" he whispered his question. "Did you go home that day and realized that I had given you the best sex of your life?"
Diana's eyes widened, her lips tightening, fists clenching.
"Did you find yourself craving it later that night, wishing I was there to take you again?"
She shut her eyes, feeling him grab and fondle her breasts.
"Is that why you dressed so raunchy? You wanted me to see, and because I wasn't there, you came here rather than calling. You are that desperate, aren't you?"
Diana shook her head, looking away from him with a squeezed face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Dylan leaned in, his chiseled jawline stretching as he breathed on to her face. "Of course you do," he whispered. "Your eyes are closed now but I saw it already. You might despise me, but you can't help the attraction that you feel now. You can't help but want me."
Diana's lips parted, a soft whimper escaping before she bit it back, her eyes darkening with desire.
"You arrogant little—nghh!"
Her protest cut off as he trailed his fingers down her side, the skill igniting sparks along her skin, making her knees weaken.
She grabbed his arm for support, but it only pressed her closer, her curves molding against his hard body. "This... this isn't fair. What are you doing to me?"
"Barely doing anything but giving you what you want," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he guided her backward toward the couch.
"Well you're lying," she mumbled. "I don't want this."
Dylan chuckled, the sound dark and dreamy. "Now, now, Miss. Miller. Who's the liar?"
His hand slid to her waist, squeezing just enough to send another wave of unnatural pleasure coursing through her.
"Owwwww—" she clenched up. Her entire body was going mad. Why did this always happen when she was with this man?
Wasn't she supposed to hate him?
Why did his touch, his breath, his body, feel so good against her. Why was she getting addicted so quickly?
"Admit it, Miss Miller. You wanted me to seduce you, didn't you? Now you want me to bend you over this couch and make you scream again."
"I never asked for any… nghh… of that."
"Maybe not with your lips… but these lips down here…" He traced her thigh with his fingers and stopped before her panties. "...they've been very outspoken on what they want."
Diana whimpered erotically. "Why you—!"
He pushed her down gently onto the cushions, looming over her, his sweatpants tenting obviously with his growing erection.
Diana caught sight of his growing bulge and panicked for a second, her eyes glued, her mind completely numb—safe from the vivid images of that cock ramming into her that drummed relentlessly inside of it.
"Look at you," Dylan half-grinned. "Such a hungry slut."
She glared up at him. "You're insufferable," she hissed, though her voice was breathy, laced with need. "Fine, maybe I did think about it. Just a little. But if you think you can just—"
Dylan cut her off with a kiss, rough and claiming, his tongue invading her mouth as his hands roamed, unbuttoning her blazer with deft fingers.
She moaned into him, her resistance melting as he activated the touch on her exposed collarbone, making her arch off the couch.
"That's it, give in," he taunted, pulling back to strip her blouse open, her lacy bra spilling her heavy breasts into view.
He yanked the cups down, pinching her nipples hard, the [Euphoric Touch] turning the pinch into a bolt of ecstasy that had her crying out.
Pleasure Points rolled in.
Ding! [+5] [+5] [+5]
She was already loving it.
"Fuck, look at you," Dylan groaned when their lips pulled away. "Already soaking through your panties, I bet. Desperate for your employee's cock."
Diana grunted shyly, looking away. "Just do what you want, you bastard. But don't think I'm going to like it."
She pulled her skirt up her fleshy thick thighs, exposing her soaked panties.
Dylan looked at it and smirked. "When are you going to start being honest with yourself, Miss Miller?"
He yanked his sweatpants down, freeing his thick, veined cock. It was rock-hard, his vitality and size improved by the system, throbbing with promise.
Diana stared at it and instinctively reached out, stroking him roughly, her thumb swirling over the head, smearing the pre-cum as she licked her lips.
"I don't… I am being honest," she murmured, eyes still locked on the cock.
"Says the woman who's stroking my cock hungrily."
"Huh?"
"Just go ahead and take it!"
He suddenly jammed his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Diana's eyes widened, feeling her throat completely filled with something hard, veiny and wet.