Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

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XXXIX

When I get up the next morning, Autumn was asleep soundly next to me. She's got to be exhausted. I woke her up twice during the night to take her roughly, fucking her mercilessly until she screamed my name over and over again.

She made a mistake letting me fuck her. I thought once I did, my weird fascination with her would be over. Somehow, it's having the reverse effect. My insatiable hunger for her grows with every time I see her. The way her pupils go big when she's excited does nothing to calm my cock. In fact, the way she mewls and whines whenever she's close to coming all over my cock drives me wild.

I run my hands down her body, caressing her naked pink pussy, loving the way her body instantly reacts to my touch.

No matter how much she tries to convince herself she doesn't belong to me, her body begs to differ. At least her body knows whose owner is.

My self-control is an inch away from waking her up for round four, and I leave after dressing.

I check my phone when it lights up. My sex-craved mood instantly shoots down.

MICHAEL: Your mother wants you at the house this weekend. Be there.

I'm tempted to tell my Old man to fuck off, and completely ditch the whole idea of showing up this week, but I don't. Instead I leave him on read, tuck my phone in the pockets of my gray sweatpants, and continue my stride.

My mom is a Saint, she's too good for my Dad. If anything I'll show up for her if I don't decide ditching the whole event.

After pouring a glass of water for Autumn when she wakes up, I walk to the living room in case anyone overheard her moans. I look around. There's no one here. Good, I'd kill them if they were. I don't want anyone other than me hearing the sounds she makes when I'm pleasuring her.

Me. No one else.

Just when I thought I'd inspected the entire place head to toe, a familiar voice calls out behind me.

"I still don't know why you bother seeing this girl. She's only a plaything."

I turn around and lo behold Ophelia. She stands on the threshold on the door that leads to the west wing of the house, away from my periapical view. Unlike me, she's in uniform. I glance down at my watch. It's 2. I fucked Autumn for hours.

"She's not a plaything." I tell her and sit down on the nearest couch. "I advise you not to call her a plaything anymore, unless you want to make an enemy out of me."

Ophelia sat down in front of me, crossing her ankles. Heeding my warning, she stays silent before speaking up. "What is she then?" Her voice is quiet, the opposite of what it was when she walked in.

Sipping on the glass rim of the cup in my hand, I tilt my head to the side. What is she? "Your future sister in law and the mother of my future children." I say without missing a beat.