Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 542

Chapter 542: Peter’s Priya (R-18)

It took an hour to diffuse their morning lust but none seemed satisfied.

The emerald silk slid over her skin like liquid sin, catching the morning light and throwing it back in molten flashes.

The dress had been designed by someone who understood exactly how lethal a backless gown could be: from the nape of her neck all the way down to the twin dimples just above the swell of her ass, nothing but smooth honey-brown skin and the elegant sweep of her spine.

The fabric clung to every obscene curve (full, high breasts that didn’t need a bra, a waist he could almost span with both hands, hips that flared dramatically before pouring into long, toned thighs).

The hem stopped mid-thigh, high enough that every time she breathed the silk shifted and threatened to reveal the slick mess still dripping down the inside of her legs from the last hour.

Priya looked like she’d been built for boardrooms and back-room fucking in equal measure.

Thick black waves tumbled halfway down her back, tangled from his fists, a few strands still caught in the spaghetti straps. Her lips were swollen, darker than usual; faint bruises bloomed across her throat and collarbone like someone had painted ownership on her skin.

And those eyes—almost black, sharp enough to cut glass—were hazy now, pupils blown wide with fresh lust.

She was barefoot, legs slightly apart, and when she rolled her shoulders the silk slipped just enough to flash the soft outer curve of one breast, the dark nipple already stiff against the fabric.

Peter came up behind her without a word. One arm locked around her waist, the other hand sliding straight up under the plunging neckline to palm a heavy, bare tit. His cock (still half-hard from the last round) thickened instantly against the cleft of her ass, trapped between silk and skin.

"Tell me about your job," he murmured, mouth brushing the shell of her ear.

Priya’s laugh came out shaky. "You’re insane."

His thumb rolled over her nipple, slow, deliberate circles that made her back arch and her thighs clench. "Mob & Dough. The Zenith-Horizon merger. Two hundred million. Tell me."

His other hand dragged the hem of the dress higher, bunching the silk at her waist until cool air hit her soaked pussy. She was dripping (visibly, shamelessly), cum and her own slick glistening on the inside of her thighs. Two fingers traced her swollen lips, parting them, spreading the mess.

"Peter—"

"Start talking, Priya." He pushed those two fingers inside her in one smooth glide, curling instantly, stroking that spot that made her knees buckle. "Or I stop."

"How do you—ah—" One hand slid up. Slow. Over her ribs. Cupped her breast through the dress. Squeezed gently. His thumb finding her nipple through the fabric, circling it. "—know where I work?"

"I paid attention when you told me." His other hand moved down. Over her stomach, fingers splayed. Lower. "The deal you closed. $200 million. Tell me about it."

"I can’t think when you’re—"

She moaned, hands flying to the mattress to brace herself as he started fucking her with his fingers, slow, filthy drags that had wet sounds echoing in the quiet room.

"Fuck—"

"Tell me, Priya." One finger circled her clit. Slow. Deliberate. Light pressure that made her hips jerk.

"What companies?"

He slid two fingers inside her. Not fast—slow, letting her feel every inch. Curled them. Found that spot that made her see stars.

"It was—oh god—Zenith Biotech and Horizon Therapeutics—"

He added a third finger, stretching her open, thumb settling on her clit and rubbing tight, ruthless circles. Her hips jerked back against his hand, chasing more even as her thighs shook.

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