Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Making Her Cum on Facetime 2 (M- R-18)

It was in the tiny twitch of her shoulder, the way her thighs pressed together under the screen, her lip sucked between her teeth like she was trying to bite back a scream and a prayer at the same time.

"You always talk like that..." she whispered, hand shaking just slightly as she tilted the phone down—enough to show skin. Chest. Bra.

The top of her thighs.

Nothing underneath.

Peter’s grin sharpened.

"I talk like that because it’s true," he said, voice dragging over each word like velvet over bruises. "You look like sin wrapped in velvet. Like every bad decision I’d make twice."

She whimpered. Visibly. Soft and sharp and desperate. "Peter..."

"Say it slow," he said, eyes half-lidded now. "Like you want me to make you scream it."

She giggled, cheeks flushing deeper, eyes already glassy. "God, Peter... You’re so—"She broke off with a dazed little laugh, like her brain short-circuited mid-thought. Then her voice dropped—lower, breathier, soaked in need.

"Seriously, what are you? You don’t even look real. I was already getting turned on just staring at your face before you even picked up."

Peter cocked a brow, smirk tugging lazy at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah?"

She nodded, slow and dreamy, like she was drunk on him already. "Like... what are you, a god or something?"

He leaned in just enough to let the light catch the sharpness of his jaw, the heat behind his eyes.

"That obvious?"

She giggled again, this time behind her hand like some shy little sinner—but he saw right through it. That giggle was soaked in guilt and filth. She liked what he did to her. Liked knowing it was wrong.

His smirk faded, voice dipping hard. "Wait... aren’t you supposed to be home right now?"A pause. A blink. "Don’t tell me your husband’s actually there while you’re talking to me like this..."

Her lips curved into a wicked little grin—one of those I-don’t-give-a-fuck grins. "Mhm. He is. Told ya, honey~... he’s in the garage."

Peter stared at her, blinking once. Then twice. "You’re bold as hell, Isa." She had already told him but hearing it hit different.

Call it a man’s pride if you will...

"That’s what makes it fun," she said, tone so light it was almost sing-song—like she was confessing to stealing candy instead of cheating in the bathroom.

And then—

She flipped the camera.

The mirror appeared. Old. Slightly foggy. That marbled countertop. He knew that fucking sink. The pattern in the tile. The exact wall he’d had her pressed against with his hand around her throat and his mouth wrecking her sanity.

"Oh no way..." he muttered, dark laughter curling from his chest.

She flipped the camera back to her flushed face, brushing her hair behind her ear like a nervous schoolgirl. But her eyes? Her eyes were pure heat.

"I wasn’t lying. Same bathroom," she whispered. "The one where you first touched me. The one where I stopped being his... and started being yours."

Peter let out a quiet, almost feral laugh. His head thudded back against the stall wall, his breath uneven now. "You just earned yourself a reward."

She pouted, lips plush and sticky with gloss. Then leaned close like she wanted to crawl through the screen. "Promise?"

He leaned in, eyes gleaming. "I don’t break promises to good girls."

Her voice cracked at the edges. Soft. Honest. "I missed you."

"I know," he said. And he did. Every fucking second.

His eyes stayed locked on her—hungry, locked in, devouring every flicker of emotion across her face.Then slowly—deliberately—he adjusted the camera. Tilted it just enough so she could see his face again. The cut of his jaw. That smirk that always said you’re mine and you fucking love it. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"You sure you’re ready to be reminded how ruined you are for anyone else?"

She nodded. Small. Obedient. Already half-gone.

"Good," he said, voice dipping into something darker—lower. Like velvet soaked in gasoline. "Unlock the door. Right now."

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