Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: Liberation Begins at Home

Through Plea, one final thought whispered from Catherine’s mind—quieter than the others, more vulnerable, tinged with desperate hope that terrified her: I hope he liberates me too.

Eros heard it clearly. And the thought, so pure and raw, was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever encountered. It wasn’t just lust; it was a prayer. A genuine plea from a goddess who’d forgotten she was one.

And he moved.

Just sudden invasion of her personal space that made her gasp—one moment standing by the window pretending to be composed, next moment he was right fucking there, and the Taboo Aura crashed over her like a physical wave.

It was a hot, heavy pressure that stole the air from her lungs, and in that single instant, her expensive, professional armor felt like it was dissolving, turning to mist.

A hot, slick pulse flooded her pussy, so sudden and intense she felt a fresh wave of wetness soak her panties, a damning warmth spreading through the fabric of her skirt.

The fact that she was Madison’s aunt made things even more intense...

{I want to see his chest. I want to bite his jawline. I want to feel his weight on me, right here on the floor—} 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"You know what a tsunami is, Catherine?" His voice dropped lower—intimate, dangerous, promising destruction she secretly craved.

She pressed back against the glass, cool surface a shock against her suddenly burning skin. "What are you—" Her words failed because her body was screaming.

Her hand shot out to grip the window frame, her knuckles white, as her knees actually buckled.

A sharp, uncontrollable inhale was the only sound she could make. Her shirt suddenly felt too tight as her nipples, traitorous things, hardened into painful, aching points, clearly visible through the silk.

"It’s not just a big wave." He stepped closer, and physics seemed to bend—space compressing until she felt trapped between window and the wall of his presence radiating heat like furnace.

He didn’t touch her.

The restraint was a violation in itself. Just touch me. Please, for the love of god, just put one hand on me and I’ll shatter. Her hips gave an infinitesimal tilt back toward him, a slutty, unconscious prayer.

"It builds slow at first. You might not even notice it coming. Just pressure. Building. Deeper and deeper until—"

Catherine’s breathing stuttered. Her thoughts were a tangled, frantic mess: {Never. Never in my life a man ever made me feel... this. This desperate. This cheap. This... alive.}

"But when it hits?" Eros leaned in closer, his breath warm against her temple, and she fought a full-body shudder that wanted to consume her. "It destroys everything in its path. Reshapes coastlines. Changes landscapes permanently. Leaves nothing the same as it was before."

{YES. DESTROY ME. RESHAPE ME. I’M SO TIRED OF BEING IN CONTROL. I WANT TO BE NOTHING BUT YOUR WRECKAGE.}

"That’s what sexual starvation is, Catherine." His voice carried weight that made her legs tremble so hard she had to slap her other palm against the glass to hold herself up. "Pressure building and building with nowhere to release. Years of it. Decades maybe?"

She tried to speak. Her tongue felt thick and useless. Failed. Tried again, the professional script a distant memory. "I don’t—"

{PLEASE. GOD, DON’T IGNORE ME. SEE ME. SEE HOW MUCH I’M SUFFERING. SEE HOW MUCH I WANT YOU.}

"In these very rooms?" He leaned in, and she felt his chest brush against her back—brief contact that sent electricity cascading down her spine.

A soft, broken whimper escaped her lips.

{Just a little more. Press your whole body against me. Pin me here. Take me.}

"Pretend I can’t See you suffering just because you sign my paychecks? That I’ll satisfy strangers while the woman who runs this empire starves in her own office?"

His breath against her neck now, and she fought a groan that wanted to tear from her throat. Her thighs were pressed together so tightly her muscles were screaming.

{STARVING. I’M STARVING. TOUCH ME. PLEASE JUST TOUCH MY PUSSY. I’M SO WET I CAN FEEL IT SOAKING MY SKIRT.}

"While she locks her door and touches herself watching videos of what I do to other people?"

Catherine’s face went crimson, a sickening, dizzying wave of heat flooding from chest to hairline. "I don’t—that’s not—how dare you—"

{HE KNOWS. OH MY GOD, HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS I WATCHED THE WHOLE THING. HE KNOWS I CAME THREE TIMES WITH MY HAND IN MY PANTIES. HE KNOWS MY FINGERS ARE STILL STICKY FROM IT.}

Her mind was screaming: {DON’T STOP TALKING. TELL ME WHAT YOU SAW. TELL ME HOW MUCH OF A SLUT I AM. USE THAT WORD. USE IT ON ME AGAIN.}

"—in your desperate, soaking, neglected pussy."

Her mind was gone, replaced by a screaming, looping refrain: {JESUS CHRIST, HIS MOUTH. THOSE WORDS IN THAT VOICE. I’M GOING TO CUM RIGHT HERE, I’M GOING TO CUM JUST FROM HIM TALKING—}

"That’s not—" Her voice cracked like an adolescent boy’s, and she hated herself for the weakness. Her pulse was a frantic, trapped bird against her ribs.

{Please be right. Please don’t listen to me. Please see through this bullshit—"

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