Lord Emerson’s’ POV
A victorious grin spread across my face as I returned to my private floor. I entered my room and lowered my eyes to my erect d**k. I wished to bury myself inside her, but then it was a punishment I wanted to give her. I wanted her to crave me, and I was sure I did it well.
The ringing of my phone got my attention, and I noticed that it was Sir Charles. After picking up the call, I placed it to my ear.
“Sir Charles.”
“Lord Emerson,” he responded, and I hummed. “I believe you know why I'm calling you, Lord Emerson.” He said, and I sighed while running a hand through my hair.
“We have no time, Lord Emerson. You have to be fast; another death has been recorded, and it's one of our kind. He killed her, Heaven knows what else he would do.” Sir Charles spoke in a worried
