Emily almost choked when she heard him. She’d barely been able to escape him earlier and now he’s directly calling her into his den! She wouldn’t be a fool to say yes, would she…
Unless she wants to be eaten clean by the big, bad wolf. Ryan chuckled as he watched her eyes widen in surprise. He had an inkling of what she was probably thinking about so he said, “Huh? You don’t want to bathe with me. I won’t do anything else but bathing…”
Emily didn’t miss the way his tone turned low and even the husky tone he used to say ‘anything else but bathing.’ She immediately shook her head sideways to indicate a negative answer.
Ryan shrugged and reached down to pull off his briefs. Emily hurriedly rushed forward and held his hands that were resting on the waistband of his briefs.
“What are you doing!?,” She almost shrieked.
Ryan hid a smile and retorted, “Taking off my briefs of course. Or can’t I do that too? You’ve refused to bathe with me and I want to do that alone so why are you stopping me now? Are you regretting your answer?”
He easily freed his hands and held hers instead. She couldn’t release her hands no matter how she tried. Seeing that he was inching dangerously close to her, she quickly stopped him.
“No… I am not regretting anything. Can’t you take off your briefs in the bathroom? Why do you have to do it here… In front of me!?”
“Not like you haven’t seen everything,” Ryan snickered with a chuckle. Emily certainly didn’t expect what he did next. She gasped and almost froze when he took off his briefs in one swift move.
The jerk even had the nerve to press her hands on his boner! She glared at him, not daring to look downwards. “What are you doing!? You jerk!” She tried to free her hands in order to disengage from the sinful act he was enforcing on her.
Hmm… Seems like dear Emily has forgotten the very sinful act they engaged in that little room…
“Can’t you feel how hard I am for you?” Ryan didn’t release instead he made sure she’d wrap her hands around his phallus forcefully.
“You already had your dinner so let me have mine too,” He whispered, leaning in towards her. Emily evaded his face and whined, “You had dinner too… Ryan, let me go… I’m tired. I… I really don’t have the strength.”
He stood upright then and released her. She was relieved. But that relief only lasted for a few minutes. “Does it still hurt?” He suddenly asked.
Before she had a chance to answer his question, he bent down and carried her in his arms catching her off guard.
“Ryan!,” She shrieked when she saw the naughty look on his face. He turned a deaf ear to her pleas as he walked to the bathroom. The moment they got in, her voice was muffled by… You know what.
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I think an hour and a few minutes had passed when Ryan finally unlocked the door. Just like before, he carried her out in his arms. The only difference now is that they are both naked and Emily seems to have passed out.
Jeez! Wonder what the big, bad wolf did to her?
Ryan smiled as he laid her down on his comfy bed. Emily whined softly as she tossed a little. He covered her with the duvet and turned away.
Advancing to his walk-in closet, he stood in front of a huge, tall mirror and checked his naked reflection. Unlike before, his body was completely spotless, void of the wounds earlier.
It didn’t even look like his body was ever hurt. He stared into the mirror, still checking his reflection. Aside from the small scratches that looked like Emily’s handwork from whatever they did in the bathroom and which were starting to fade, there was nothing else.
Even his bruised lips don’t look like their former, sorrowful state. It is unknown what Ryan must be thinking about but his eyes suddenly turned crimson. They shone brightly with anger.
‘What do you think she would do when she finds out that you are a monster!? Do you think she’d still stay with you!? Bastard!!,’ Ryan punched the mirror when these words suddenly came running back to his head.
He didn’t flinch at the loud crashing sound that the shattered glass made. The words rushing back to his head just kept on infuriating him and he took out his anger on the poor mirror.
He could remember asking that son… No, not the son of bitch. His mother wouldn’t have given birth to that traitor called Scott! There’s no way his sweet, loving mother could have birthed a monster like that!
He could remember asking the question he’d been wanting to ask ever since he read into Hoffman’s memories. ‘Why?’, that simple word that’s always hung in his throat since that day involuntarily came out after he dragged Scott into that empty office.
He’d asked the fucking bastard… ‘Why!? Why did he do it!?’ He’d asked that bastard why he wanted to destroy their family’s legacy!
Ryan punched the mirror angrily again even though his hands were bleeding so badly. The blood didn’t matter. It can’t compare to how his heart was bleeding. It can’t compare to how Scott had revealed a horrible side of him that no one had ever noticed before.
‘What do you think huh!? You are the almighty Kral! Of course, who’d think about the annoying, senseless younger brother? Am I supposed to act like an advisor when you inherit the throne!? Everyone has always discriminated against me since we were young! Why do they fear only you!? What are you that’s making them kiss the ground you worship!?,’
‘Scott! What the heck are you saying!?…,’ Chris had tried to stop him.
But he wanted to hear the foolishness of the bastard, “No… Let him go. Let him talk.’
He could remember Scott charging to him, “It doesn’t matter if I ruin this company or even the throne! It will be paid for all I’ve suffered. Not only the throne. I’ll ruin you also and those that have supported you”.
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