THE CEO'S LUST/LOVE

Chapter 11: The Global Feed

The air in the penthouse was thick with the scent of adrenaline and the metallic tang of the storm brewing outside. Kaelen’s hands were steady as he set up the high-definition lenses, but his eyes were anything but professional. They were dark, fixed on the way Elara’s heavy breasts swayed as she stood in the center of the room, her golden gown now nothing more than a ruined silk loincloth.

"The feed is encrypted, sir," Kaelen rumbled, his voice thick with a hunger he could no longer hide. "It’s broadcasting to the elite servers. Julian is watching. The whole board is watching."

"Good," Alaric rasped. He stood behind Elara, his massive hands reaching around to knead her breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh. He watched the monitor, seeing the way his own dark suit contrasted against her pale, flushed skin. "Let them see what a king does with his treasures when he’s been provoked."

He pushed Elara down onto the plush, white velvet sofa. Seraphina was already there, reclining like a predatory cat, her bound wrists now free but her desire clearly tethered to the moment. She reached out, her long fingers tracing the underside of Elara’s breast, causing the heavy globe to jiggle and pulse.

"She’s so sensitive, Alaric," Seraphina purred, her tongue darting out to lick her own lips as she leaned in to capture Elara’s n****e between her teeth.

Elara let out a sharp, keening cry, her head tossing back. The sensation of Seraphina’s mouth and Alaric’s hands was a sensory overload. Her p***y was a furnace, a rhythmic, insistent throbbing that demanded to be quenched. She looked up and saw Kaelen standing behind the camera, his hand now gripped firmly over the front of his tactical trousers, the bulge there unmistakable.

"Come here, Kaelen," Alaric commanded, not looking away from the camera. "If you're going to guard my assets, you need to know exactly how they taste."

Kaelen didn't hesitate this time. He stepped into the frame, shedding his vest. His chest was a map of scars and hard muscle, a stark contrast to Alaric’s polished power. He knelt between Elara’s legs, his large hands spreading her thighs wide.

The camera zoomed in. The world watched as Kaelen’s face dipped between her legs, his tongue finding her swollen, dripping center. Elara screamed, her hips bucking off the sofa, her breasts swinging in a frantic, beautiful rhythm. The jiggling of her flesh was a hypnotic dance for the thousands of anonymous eyes behind the screens.

Alaric moved to the front, his thick, turgid length pulsing in his hand. He didn't enter her yet. He stood over her, his eyes locked on the camera lens, a silent challenge to Julian Vane.

"Watch, Julian," Alaric hissed. "Watch as I take what you tried to steal."

He drove himself into Elara’s mouth, his girth stretching her lips as she groaned into him. Simultaneously, Kaelen was driving his fingers deep into her, his thumb working her c******s with military precision. Seraphina moved to Elara’s side, her hands busy with Elara’s breasts, squeezing and lifting them so the camera caught every ripple of her skin, every pulse of her arousal.

The room was a symphony of wet sounds and ragged breaths. Elara was lost in a vortex of pleasure, her body belonging to three people at once, her mind shattered by the knowledge that she was the center of a global, erotic exhibition. Her internal walls were clenching in violent, rhythmic spasms, her p***y milking Kaelen’s fingers even as her throat worked around Alaric.