The Guru: Shadow (Dark Triad #1)

25. Emma

25

EMMA

PLAYLIST: DROWN - HANDS

U nable to say why she did it, why it was happening, she just couldn’t help it. Words poured out of her mouth that she didn’t intend to say. Arousal spread in her, rooted so deep it was like carnal instinct had overtaken her body. Something in her screamed to run, but the voice was silenced by the magnetism pulling them towards each other.

Being pressed into the wall by her throat was something she had fantasized about for years now. Chris had been sexually more than boring, doing the bare minimum and only taking care of himself. And she had needs. Needs she could only fulfill with herself in her fantasy. Now, those fantasies became reality, and she was turned on to a level that frightened her to her very core. The same core now erupted with a vicious lava of lust.

“Oh, Em,” came Deis’ breath against her ear while his hard cock pressed against her. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

With the tip of his tongue, he wandered from her ear to her neck and along her jawline, until he reached her lips. His other hand trailed down her body, his hand sliding between her thighs. And although there was fabric between his hand and her clit, she almost exploded wh en his two fingers started to rub down there. It was so fierce, so hard, so consuming.

Exactly what I want. Need. Long for.

“I can feel your juices wet my fingers through your pants,” he whispered against her lips.

“Told you so,” she said with a intentional chuckle.

“Take my cock into your hand.”

And she immediately let her right-hand trail to where his cock pressed into her. Gripping it with her hand through his pants, he was so damn hard. And the girth; holy shit, the girth! It made her roll her hips just from the thought of having him fuck her with it.

“Remember how I fucked your mouth with it?”

And the images from Central Park flooded her mind, the arousal and lust she had felt while he had claimed her mouth.

He knows his stuff.

“Yes,” she said while her breathing became flattery from the tingling and consuming arousal in her core.

“Imagine how it would feel thrusting hard in you down here.” And he grabbed her labia. “Claiming you, making you truly mine.”

Her mind went empty the moment the words left his mouth. Finally, her thoughts stopped. There was no more mind-racing, no more discussion, no constant dialogue. There was only one thing now. Pure, raw, carnal lust.

“Take out my cock if you want it. Show me how much you want me to fuck you,” he whispered darkly, staring into her eyes. “But let me warn you, if you take it, there is no going back. If you take it, you are mine.”

Mine. I’d be his.

The sensation his words produced in her heated her like a fire was lit somewhere deep down in her core, and she had to close her eyes to follow its vibrant tale through all her body. There was nothing to think about. It was a dance with the devil, but damn, she wanted to be his. To belong. Be wanted. Even be commanded. And as she opened her eyes again, without hesitating, she fumbled open the button of his pants, very well noticing the devilish smile on his face that darkened his eyes and let her stare into his just as dark soul.

And then she let her hand wander into his pants, into his underpants so soft it felt like it cost a normal person’s monthly salary, and then she touched it. His beautiful, hard, and yet soft cock. It melted into her hand as if it was made for nothing else. She gripped around it fiercely while not breaking the gaze into his eyes. She wanted to see every single one of his reactions. His eyes only flickered with fire.

Flashbacks of the night in Central Park streamed into her inner eyes, how she sucked it, how he fucked her mouth with it, and all she wanted was to do it again, she wanted more. Feel him everywhere.

Take me.

Fuck me.

Fill me.

Break me.

Thinking it alone was so dirty, so filthy it should make her blush, but it did not matter anymore, as no one was here to judge.

And then she was ripped out of her mind by Ed’s voice. She had completely forgotten; he was still there. Instant embarrassment made her cheeks fill with heat.

So much about no one being here to judge.

“Deis, Ms. Regan is here, one minute out.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Deis himself groaned as much as her. “Impeccable timing.” And he pushed himself off her, zipped up, and tucked everything in. The moment she wanted to say something, he leaned back to her, his right forearm above her head while he grabbed her cheek with his left. He kissed her fiercely for what could have been hours before he let go of her just as quickly as it had come to be – just in time for the elevator to arrive with a soft bing.

Julie walked out of the elevator, radiant as ever, but seemingly a bit leveled. Their eyes met and hers became slits, as if she were checking out what exactly she interrupted.

“Julie, thank you for coming,” came Deis’ voice next to her, all business casual, like a switch turned.

“Not that I had a choice,” Julie said, still staring at her. “What did I interru pt?”

Blatant as ever.

When it came to sex, Julie was a sensual lioness and a bottomless gossip.

“I was just about to fuck Emma.”

And Emma gasped out, “Deis!”

But Julie only laughed. “That’s what I thought. You guys heard of something like slow and getting to know each other, right?”

More embarrassment blushed her cheeks in full red. Julie had known her her whole life. She had seen and heard it all – all the drama, all the boys.

“We already got to know each other quite well, more than anyone else, I assume. However, in due course, things happened.”

“I saw. Edwards filled me in on the rest, did you release it all?”

“Yes, all of it. Unfortunately, Emma here got a bit caught in the fire.”

“A bit is a massive understatement,” said Julie with a tone of omniscience, like a reprimanding mother.

Hello, I’m standing right here, listening.

“Nothing we can’t handle. Do you have a conference room? Quite the view, by the way,” Julie added and pointed at the yellowish horizon, greeting the day goodbye through the massive window front.

“I do,” he said to her. “Ed, set up the war room.”

“War room?” she asked him.

“It’s just something we call it, makes it more fun.”

She rolled her eyes at him. Billionaire’s attitude.

“Please.” He pointed to the staircase, signaling Julie, to walk in front.

He waited until Julie had passed her before he growled into her ear, “Roll your eyes at me again, and I’ll forget we have onlookers.”

Her inner lioness immediately purred in want, pushing her into saying things she would usually have swallowed.

“Mhhm, I think I’d like that.”

She only said it to tease him, never would she want Julie to watch her being fucked, but it was just so good to see him not calculating things. He only stared at her, and she could see that she had gotten him off guard. He considered it for a moment, weighing his options. And while they stood there, they had completely forgotten about Julie.

“Are you two coming or do I need to get myself a room until you are done eating each other?”

Heat exploded in her face once again.

God, this is humiliating.

They went down to the lower level, a heavy and very different-looking door appearing on their right. Deis unlocked it with his finger and a scan of his eye.

Biometric door. Holy shit, this really was a war room.

Holding open the door, first Julie, then she, stepped into it.

“Wow,” gasped Julie.

Yep. Wow.

As they entered, it was immediately clear to her why this room was labeled ‘the war room’. It had no windows; the walls, the ceiling, and even the door was plastered with some kind of foam, probably to shield noises. A huge round table stood in the middle of it, and the wall opposite her was full of different sets of huge displays. There was so much tech she had never seen before, she felt for a moment as if she sat in an airplane cockpit or like, in a NASA rocket launch center. It even smelled like she imagined it to. The slightly plastic smell of heated tech mixed with different human odors, the latter was something she hated per se.

Julie was just as impressed as she was. She walked over to the board with many buttons, taking a close look at it. And there it was, the question sneaking up on her. Who was this man? Because he was not just a normal guru and influencer.

“This is not a normal conference room,” she said, stopping in her tracks-

“It is not. Coffee or tea anyone?” Deis asked so ever so casually.

Strategy. It’s his deflection strategy. And the thought made her system go on high alert.

“What do you need a room like this for?” she inquired, a feeling of suspicion sneaking up on her.

“Strategies. Monitoring. Observing.”

“But what for? Why do you need a war room?”

He ignored her question, and it made her angry from a very deep root in her. Being ignored was a trigger she could not stand, not at leas t when it was important to her.

“Please, sit down,” he said, almost pushing her into the room and onto a chair. She wanted to protest, but at that very moment three men and a woman entered the room. They all looked as if they would be ready to murder.

“So, you already met Ed.” He pointed at the ‘driver’. “Edwards is my personal detail, trusted advisor, and ex-Special Forces. Then there’s Greg.” He pointed to the shortest of the men, a muscular white guy with many tattoos whose face and overall appearance screamed hardcore over him. His hair was very short, and on his neck, was a tattoo of a snake on the verge of biting the onlooker. “He caught that nasty specimen from Central Park for you, and he is also handling your case.”

“ My… case?” she asked him incredulously only to be ignored again, which made her fume from inside to a point where she clenched her hands into fists until her palms hurt from her nails digging into them.

“And this is Jaz,” he said while pointing towards the black woman who sat herself at the table. She wore her hair in an amber-colored fro-hawk, which underlined the first impression she gave: strength. Everything about her was strong; her muscles toned, her posture present. Jaz’s eyes had fixed on her, and it gave her the same subtle feeling of being stripped of her masks that Deis gave her when staring at her.

“Jaz is one of the most renowned, shall we say, cyber specialists?”

She laughed. It was a magnetic laugh with a wide smile, revealing her bright teeth. “We could say,” she said with a chuckle. “Officially.”

“And lastly.” Deis went over to the older, grizzly bear-like bearded man who lingered like a shadow in the back. “This is Sam, a brilliant strategist, my oldest, and most trusted advisor, friend, and the heavy gun, if needed.”

He has friends? And a fucking Special Forces team.

This must be a fucking dream. I watch too much Netflix.

“So, Julie, as Ed already told you, we have an issue on our hands that we need to address quickly. We need to get Emma out of the fire. ”

“There’s already a lot out there,” said Jaz, pulling different images onto a large screen. “Some are real, some are AI.”

Photos of me, running.

Photos of me doing things I’ve never done.

Headlines full of hate.

Comments full of hate.

Open threats.

The world around her began to spin.

This is not happening.

Her eyes became wide as she stared at the screen, more and more showing there.

This cannot be.

Her breathing erratic, while that familiar feeling of overwhelm zoomed in on her, engulfing her system with panic.

This will never go away.

All the voices around her felt far, far away. Deis, Julie, all the others – there seemed to be worlds between them.

I need to get out of here.

Someone touched her hand, she stared at it, but was it her body, though?

It doesn’t feel like my body.

Her ears rang, and everything went dumb while more and more photos, articles, headlines, and posts appeared on the screen, leaving her with an unbearable pain in her most inner world.

I can’t handle it.

And her heart stumbled over its own rhythm, only this time, a part of her, in her, separated, even detached itself.

I must get out of here.

I must release the pain.

I must wake up from this nightmare.