She blushed as she ran to the bathroom.
Patting her cheeks to get rid of her shyness, she happened to see her profile in the mirror. Her eyes couldn't help but widen as she took her body.
She saw the myriad of kiss marks on her neck and breasts.
Was this man trying to devour her? The thought couldn't help but enter her mind. With the sheer number of them, there is no way she can cover it up. And knowing Aiden, he might not even let her.
After his confession, there is one of two things that might happen. He will keep her under lock and key and only let her out when he is sexually satisfied. Or he will track her every move, which he already does. But he will be more open about it.
She prefers the second option. Doomsday isn't a place she can afford to stay under lock and key. Plus, she already made the base. They have a place to live, so they don't need to worry.
The trouble is finding people who are willing to stay in such a place.
At the beginning, people won't realise just how bad things will get. While they'll try to band together. Sinking into moral depravity isn't something they will openly do.
Shaking her head, she decided not to care about it. Right now, what she needed to consider was Aiden and figuring out why this Ki'ting place bothers her so much.
Stepping out of the shower, her hair towel-dried, she took one more look at the body Aiden had ravaged, and stepped out.
Aiden was ready.
Wrapped in her towel, Ember looked at the confident man. His blue tailored suit wrapped around his body and oozes perfection. But then she thinks he looks good in everything.
She looked at the clothes on the bed and was surprised that he went a bit more conservatively than she expected. A collared white blouse with a black blazer. It was safe to wear.
At least, that's what she thought until she saw the bottoms. It was a mini skirt. She gave him a look that said, 'Are you kidding me?'
His smile, however, never faltered. After examining the clothes, she searched for underwear. Not seeing any, she understood why he decided for her to wear the blazer.
If she didn't, her tits would be on display for the world to see, and that was something he could not have.
As for the mini skirt...
"You don't think people might see that I'm not wearing underwear?" she asked incredulously.
"I'll be right behind you. Don't worry about other people."
The audacity of this man was astounding. But Ember allowed it. Who was she kidding? She didn't mind not wearing anything underneath. She might just flash him for the fun of it.
"Let's go," he said, once Ember was finished getting dressed.
Unlike what she expected, Aiden didn't try anything during the entire drive. She half expected him to try and touch her in the car. Instead, he dealt with business.
It allowed her to calm down and think about where she had heard the name Ki'ting. The end of the ride brought about two things. The first thing Ember remembered was why the name stuck with her. The second, she is angry with Ivan.
While he can't be blamed completely, he was the one who suggested they go to Ki'ting in the first place. The man couldn't keep his dick in his pants once women were involved.
The only good thing is that he had a vasectomy, so kids are off the table. Lucky too, or child support would be a bitch for him. He's a no glove, all love kind of guy.
They entered the building, taking Aiden's private elevator.
When they got to the receptionist's desk, they noticed she wasn't there. They didn't think much of it. She could have gone for coffee or had something to do. However, they were wrong.
Even before opening his office door, Aiden could hear the moans.
He pinched his nose, hoping he wouldn't see what he thought might be happening.
Opening the door, the smell of sex assaulted him.
A woman was bent over, hands pressed against the floor to ceiling glass in his office, while a man pounded her pussy like there was no tomorrow. There was no acknowledgement of the two who had entered the room.
Rather, the man who was fucking the woman lifted one of her legs, baring her pussy for everyone to see.
And see, they could. The veiny monster threatened to break the woman apart. The woman in question had her eyes shut and had not yet realised her boss was standing there watching her get fucked by his business partner.
Ember tilted her head, looking at the veiny cock, comparing it to Aiden's. She looked between the two men and decided she preferred Aiden's. She didn't like the veins on Ivan's dick, plus from what she could see, his might be shorter than Aiden's, still big, but shorter.
Aiden caught her gaze and the tilt of her head.
He moved to stand in front of her and turned to face her.
"Don't you know not to look at another man's cock?" his eyes narrowed dangerously.
A tremor went through Ember's body, straight to her pussy.
In a whispering tone, she said, "I was thinking about yours. I think yours looks better than his."
Those dangerous eyes scanned her face as if trying to figure out whether she was telling the truth or not.
Rather than say anything to her statement. He reached out, lifted the skirt, and pinched her pussy lips before putting it back down.
Ember stood there, her mouth open, wondering why he would do that.
"Close your mouth before I put my cock in it," his voice dipped dangerously. "Little thing, you know how I feel about you. The thought of you even looking at someone's cock sends me over the edge. I had to hide it before. Now I don't, I'm not sure if it makes things easier or harder."
Then he leaned in, bit her earlobe, found her nipple under the blazer and whispered, "I'm jealous, Em. They fucked in my office before we could."
He straightened up and walked to his desk.
The people in the room were still fucking as if their lives depended on it. Now, the man lifted the woman off the ground. Her back pressed against the window, and her legs were wrapped around him.
With precision, Ember saw Aiden throw a book at Ivan's head. Only when the book hit him did Ivan look up.
"Hey! You're here. Your secretary was just showing me around the place."
As he spoke, he didn't let go of the woman. He increased the pounding until he flooded her pussy, then let her go.