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Chapter 33 Damien
“So, pray tell, what have you got pla
“Not sure,” I counter. “I was thinking a little blackmail and murder?” I rub my jaw. “You know, the usual…for you.”
He snorts. “Please. If you haven’t said anything by now, it’s because you don’t have the balls.” A peculiar gleam lights his eyes. “Or perhaps it’s something else.”
He wants a reaction from me, but I won’t give him one. Instead, I lean against the wall with my hands in my pockets, silently watching in amusement because he’s about to make a fool of himself.
I know Cain better than anyone.
I valued him when I shouldn’t have.
I pitied and loved him when he didn’t deserve it. So much I hated myself for it.
But even more than that—I’ve studied him intently.
Cain Carter is a brilliant man. He’s a master at sensing what people need and giving it to them when it suits his needs. Which makes him incredibly clever and charming when he wants to be.
But the emperor has one fatal flaw. A blind spot that everyone else but him can spot from a mile away.
His obsession with himself…and getting what he wants.
There is no pedestal higher than the one Cain puts himself on…
While he pisses on everyone below.
Unfortunately for him, his pedestal is about to come crashing down.
And when it finally does, he’ll see me standing there with a smile on my face…while I watch him burn in the flames.
Slowly, he walks toward me. A man on a mission. “I still think about it, you know.”
“What’s that?”
“Our history.” He gets close to my face. “The things we used to do together.” His hand descends, stopping on my zipper. “How much you wanted me.” He smirks. “Feels like you still do.”
What he feels isn’t desire…it’s anticipation for his downfall.
The sound of him tugging my zipper down is almost obscenely loud in the quiet room. “Is this what you came back for?” Reaching inside my pants, he gives my dick a firm squeeze. “Your sick obsession with me.”
I stay silent as he strokes me from root to tip. “It’s why I let you borrow her.” He laughs darkly. “I thought maybe you’d like to share again. Just like old times.”
I keep my expression impassive. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not into sharing anymore.” I trace the edges of his lips with my thumb. “I want all or nothing.”
“Is that so?” He kneels before me. “What happens after you get it? Will you concede?”
Licking my lips, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, guiding his open mouth to my dick. “Why don’t you find out?”
Moist heat covers my shaft as he swallows me down.
I start to smile…until I see a quick flash of blonde hair through the crack in the door.
Gripping the back of Cain’s head, I shove my dick down his throat as far as it will go. When his gags turn to retches, I release him and give him a swift kick in the nuts.
“When I said I wanted all or nothing, it wasn’t you I was referring to.”
He rolls backward, grabbing his crotch. “You son of a bitch.”
“Enjoy your debate, Cain.” I step over him and head for the door. “I enjoyed mine.”
“Well, enjoy it while it lasts,” Cain spits. “Because if I lose Eden…you lose her, too.”
“I know.”
Therein lies my own blind spot.
The curveball in my otherwise flawless plan.