Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Eyes on the Bride-to-be

Her ass was magnificent—round, firm, high without a single sign of age, flexing beautifully beneath the fabric

Every curve screamed touch me: squeeze the swell, cup the full weight of her tit, trace the line down her spine, slide into the damp heat between her thighs where I knew her pussy throbbed soaked behind the panties tonight.

Her lips were sin itself—upper lip full, lower lip glossy, parted slightly as she breathed, exposing the damp pink gloss beneath her upper teeth.

My mind was doing its own things of how I’d fuck her tonight if got the chance. Images flashed through my mind: —I would rip off that dress, my teeth on her lip until it bled, make her scream as my fingers pistoned into her cunt, feel her walls pulse grip around my knuckles.

Then I’d rub my cock on her clit damp until she was gushing, quivering violently, before I slid my fingers deep into her tight hole, stretching her wider, listening to her incoherent pleas while her fiancé blissfully unaware of the ruin I was about wreak—

Bent over a table, legs spread wide, my cock pounding into her dripping cunt from behind, slapping ass... red cheek while her hands groped her own breasts, kneading the tissue until she shriveled against my fingers inside her pussy, begging my cock to ruin her clit more before even touching it tonight

But it was her aura that made her devastating. The confidence in every step, the way she held her head when she talked business, eyes sharp, assessing, calculating.

The way she turned toward me—not just moving, but predatory. The air around her crackled with the tension of a woman deciding her next move—all while her fiancé sat oblivious, scrolling through market updates on his phone.

Beauty like hers wasn’t meant to be passive. It was lethal. A weapon. And the moment she looked at me—eyes darkening with recognition, a flicker of need cutting through the mask of boredom— she became something more.

A vision in a killer dress. A goddess abandoning her gilded cage. A temptation ready to be ruined.

Amanda was absolutely gorgeous—blonde hair that caught the Miami lights perfectly, a body built for magazine spreads, and a face that could launch investment portfolios. But when she glanced at her fiancé—a man in his sixties, more in love with his phone than his future wife—I saw the look I’d learned to recognize instantly.

Sexual frustration. Wrapped in designer clothes and disguised with an engagement ring.

"Amanda," Margaret said with obvious pride, "this is Eros Desiderion, Charlotte’s business partner."

The moment Amanda’s eyes met mine, her entire axis tilted. I watched her expression flicker through surprise, then recognition, before landing on the kind of awe usually reserved for natural wonders or religious experiences.

"Eros," she breathed, extending her hand with fingers that trembled just slightly. "I... Margaret told me you were impressive, but she didn’t adequately prepare me."

Funny lie. Margaret had only just met me herself. Amanda wasn’t thanking her for an introduction—she was buying time while her brain short-circuited.

When I took her hand, I let my enhanced touch linger just long enough to make her pulse spike and her cheeks flush. "Amanda. Congratulations on your engagement."

"The pleasure is all mine," I said, letting my enhanced voice flatten his like a punchline to a bad reality show. I swear I could almost hear the inner monologue screaming, Why didn’t I marry someone my height and with a functioning libido?

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