Does the Audit like the way her Emperor handles her? Kassian's mental voice was a low, seductive growl. I can feel your heart racing, Vera. I can feel how wet you're getting for me while you ruin these men. Do you want me to stop?
Vera leaned forward, her copper hair shielding her face from the Council. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. "The... the discrepancy... can be traced back to the Port Authority of the city," she managed to say, her voice husky and thick.
Kassian didn't stop. He slid two fingers inside her, finding her drenched and ready. He began to move them in a slow, deep rotation, his other hand casually resting on the table above, tapping a rhythmic pattern on a scroll as if he were merely bored.
The contrast was maddening. Above the table, he was the stoic, dangerous Emperor, listening to the downfall of his uncle. Below the table, he was a predator, claiming his prize with a ruthless, rhythmic intensity.
