Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Fuck Ride

Emma’s hand wrapped firmly around my bicep as I drove, her cheek resting against my shoulder like it belonged there. The warmth of her seeped through my shirt, anchoring her to me.

Outside, Lincoln Heights blurred past in streaks of muted green and gray. Inside the Audi’s cocoon, the silence hummed with unspoken things.

An urge tightened in my chest—a question I needed to ask, but one that scraped against an open wound. Asking it meant dredging up Trent. And while she’d made a terrifying, courageous leap toward confronting that darkness yesterday... it still felt like picking at a scab barely formed.

I stayed silent, focusing on the road.

Her thumb stroked slow circles on my arm. Gentle. Persistent. Then, she lifted her head slightly, her lips brushing the back of my knuckles on the steering wheel—a kiss that lingered, warm and deliberate.

"C’mon, honey," she murmured, her voice soft but edged with steel I’d never heard from her before yesterday. "Ask me anything." She shifted, turning more fully toward me, her eyes locking onto the side of my face with an intensity that made my grip tighten on the leather.

"Yesterday we crossed a boundary," she stated, the words hanging heavy in the air between us. "Huge, actually. That means we’re lovers now. No more secrets." Her gaze didn’t waver. "And no more you treating me like your fragile sister." She leaned in, her breath feathering my ear. "I’m your woman now, Peter. Mmmm?"

Her seriousness was a physical weight, pinning me to the driver’s seat. The raw declaration stole the air from my lungs. Lovers. Woman. The words echoed, clashing violently against sixteen years of instinct, of reflexive protection, of seeing her as the delicate, often annoying, kid sister I’d shielded.

Was she right? Logically, undeniably. After yesterday, after this morning, the line wasn’t just crossed; it was obliterated. Yet the muscle memory of those sixteen years didn’t just fade. It warred, a tangled knot of love, guilt, and lingering protectiveness.

As my woman, these were murky waters we had to navigate, treacherous and deep.

"It’s not a big deal," I finally managed, my voice rougher than intended. "Just..."

Her lips twitched, not into a smile, but into something sharper. Insight. "The new Vice Principal?" she finished smoothly, her fingers tightening fractionally on my arm. "The one reinvestigating the Trent incident. That is what you want to ask, right?"

A cold dart shot down my spine. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

How the hell...? I’d expected her to assume I was questioning us—our new dynamic, the terrifying rush of it. Instead, she’d sliced straight to the other fear gnawing at me. She knew. Knew I’d mentally upgraded her status beyond sisterhood, knew that particular conversation didn’t need hashing out now. She’d bypassed all that and aimed, unerringly, for the hidden thorn.

I let out a slow, measured breath, the only release possible. A single, sharp nod. Mom and Toomy had mentioned it over phone when I was still in Miami—new VP, digging into old cases, wanting to "talk" to me.

And the school’s damned settlement hanging over everything.

"It’s not a big deal really," she repeated, her voice losing its edge, softening into reassurance. She let her head fall back onto my shoulder, a gesture that felt less like casual affection and more like a deliberate anchor. "They’ll ask their questions, you’ll give the same answers. It’s just noise."

I felt the subtle shift in her weight, the trust inherent in the gesture, and my foot eased off the accelerator almost unconsciously. The car slowed, the world outside crawling slightly slower.

A flicker of dark amusement touched me, momentarily cutting through the tension. I was driving without a license—again. Without any credentials at all. But who was going to stop me? Who could? If things went sideways, ARIA could erase records, redirect traffic cameras, conjure plausible digital ghosts.

The thought was chilling, empowering... and utterly irrelevant to the warmth of Emma pressed against my side, trusting me to navigate this, to navigate her, even when I felt like I was driving blind.

"It’ll be fine," she murmured against the fabric of my shirt, the words a quiet promise or a shared hope. Her fingers intertwined with mine on the center console, squeezing once, hard. A silent pact. We face this. Together. The Trent ghost, the new VP, the school’s bureaucracy, the dizzying supernormal reality beneath it all—it all felt momentarily distant, muted by the solid, living warmth of her clinging to my arm in the quiet, tinted sanctuary of the car.

Outside, the world blurred to meaningless shapes behind the tinted windows – a private stage made for just us. Privacy. For this.

"You fucked for five hours yesterday, three more this morning, and you’re still technically a virgin..." The words died instantly as her mouth crushed against mine. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a conquest, lips and teeth demanding surrender, her tongue thrusting past my defenses to claim my mouth. I met it, battling back, tasting her desperation.

"Ah, fuck... it’s so big and hot~" she moaned directly against my lips, the vibration shooting straight to my cock. She ground faster, harder, the friction exquisite torture through denim and cotton. "Even... even through clothes..." Her movements became frantic, desperate.

A clumsy shift slammed her ass against the steering wheel. A loud, blaring HONK! ripped through the silence outside.

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