The next knock came louder.
"Master Roman?" a voice called, hesitant. "I apologize for the interruption—"
Kael snapped.
"What the fuck do you want?" he barked, voice sharp and venom-laced, his hips still moving, still grinding me down onto him like I was his personal fucktoy.
"I—it's regarding the impromptu board meeting, sir," the assistant stammered. "The Sterling proposal—they've submitted their terms ahead of schedule and the chairman is requesting your review before the 4PM session—"
"I'm busy," Kael growled, never breaking rhythm, pushing in so deep I choked on a gasp. "Get lost. Or you'll be attending the next meeting in a fucking coma."
Silence.
Then retreating footsteps.
The second we were alone again, Kael's head dipped down to kiss the side of my throat.
"You okay, firefly?" he murmured. "Need a break?"
I could barely form words.
