Page 16 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family

I jerked Baylyn into me and turned her quickly, pressing her chest against the wall. I pushed a hand between her thighs, my fingers brushing over her pussy. Still so fucking wet for me.

“Fuck me, Emir,” she whispered and I smiled at the pleading in her voice.

I grinned against her ear. “You sure you want that?”

“Yes…” she said, quick as hell.

I moved a hand into my pocket, removed a condom, then freed myself, getting it on as fast as I could. I positioned my dick at her entrance, running the thick head through her slick folds, teasing her and giving myself a minute.

She groaned, trying to push back, but I held her still, grinning as I kissed the side of her neck.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” I murmured.

“Emir, please?—”

I thrust into her in one smooth stroke that landed deep enough for me to bottom out.

Fuck…

Her moan was deep and throaty and her body arched as she clenched around me—tight, warm, perfect.

I dug my fingers into her hips as I pulled back, then thrust into her again, harder.

She took it all, her hands flat against the wall and her body moving with mine, matching my rhythm.

I slammed into her, my pace relentless and so fucking deep.

“This pussy, Bay,” I growled with my palm sliding up her stomach while the other gripped her throat enough to tilt her head back against my shoulder. “So damn good and so fucking mine.”

“Yes,” she groaned, pushing her ass against me. “Yours, Emir.”

I was gone.

I fucked her harder, every thrust sent her higher, and her moans grew more desperate. She tightened around me, so close to the edge again.

I slid a hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit to push her over.

She cried out and her entire body shattered around me, pulsing, gripping my dick like she never wanted to let go. I could relate because I was perfectly content living in this pussy.

I followed and my own release ripped through me. My groan was rough as I spilled inside the condom, wishing it wasn’t there. My grip on her was tight and I held her to me while we both came down, breathless and drained.

I pressed a lazy, satisfied kiss against her neck, still buried deep inside her because again, I could live in this shit.

She sighed with her body softer, now leaning into me.

I grinned and kissed her ear. “How many more you got? Because I’m just getting started…”

When her pussy clenched, I smiled, feeling my dick growing thick again. Yeah, this was about to be a long night.

The next afternoon my mind was still on Baylyn. Even now, as I leaned against the wall in the elevator heading to see a family friend, my phone was in hand, thumbs lazily composing a text.

Me: What you miss more, me or my dick?

Baylyn: Neither.

Me: Stubborn as hell. I like that.

Baylyn: Then you’ll love this. I’m busy.

Me: I figured. That’s why I was thinking of sending you lunch.

Me: You need to reup on the energy you used last night and this morning.

Baylyn: Emir…

Me: Baylyn…

Baylyn: Goodbye.

Me: See you later, beautiful. Lunch is on the way.

I placed an order for Rockin’ Ramen through the Munchies app then slid my phone into my pocket just as the elevator doors glided open.

The penthouse floor was the last stop, and when I reached the door, I barely had to knock before it swung open. Carter stood on the other side. His ass was always the same. Calm, collected and deadly, but there was something different about him now. A new layer…

I stepped inside and immediately sensed the change.

The vibe at his place was different. Lighter.

Toys were scattered across the floor near a massive sofa and the sound of a kid’s cartoon was playing on the TV.

Right in the middle, two kids existed in their own little worlds because he created this for them.

One tiny little body covered in pink with a big ass puff of hair on the top of her head and the other kid was a little bigger, rocking wild curls, dressed in joggers and a tee that mirrored his father.

Both kids had Carter’s features stamped across their faces.

I shook my head and grinned. “Damn, your life really changed.”

Carter followed my line of sight to his kids Asier and A’kenna and his chest swelled with pride.

“Yeah, but in the best damn way.”

The second his son spotted me, his little face lit up. Asier jumped up, abandoning whatever toy he’d been playing with, and ran straight to me.

I crouched and met his high-five with my palm. “What’s up, little man?”

“I’m being a good big brother.”

I raised a brow, glancing at his sister, who was still sitting on the floor, focused on whatever was in her tiny hands. “Yeah? You keeping an eye on her?”

He puffed out his little chest. “Yep. Daddy says I gotta keep her safe.”

“Smart man.” I brushed a hand over his head then glanced at Carter. “I can see why you’ve been staying busy.”

“You have no idea.”

I motioned toward his sister. “Alright, little man. Keep watch while I talk to your pops.”

He smiled big as hell, like I just gave him an official mission, and ran back to his sister. Carter led the way to his office. When we stepped inside, he closed the door behind us and I grinned. “Fatherhood looks good on you, man.”

Carter glanced toward the door, his usual mask slipping just enough for me to catch the truth. He loved this shit.

“It’s different,” he admitted. “But it’s solid.”

I leaned against the desk. “So what’s up?”

“You have a problem,” Carter stated bluntly.

“What kind of problem?”

“I’ve been hearing things off the grid,” he said, leaning against the edge of his desk.

“What kind of things?”

His eyes narrowed. “Trent Kendricks.”

“Yeah, Kades told me he’s been running his mouth.”

Carter shook his head. “He’s not just running his mouth, Mir. He’s fucking pissed.” His tone was level, but there was weight behind it. “He can’t get jobs in our circle and barely gets them outside of it. He blames you and that’s a problem.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Trent had been pushing this narrative for a while now. Knowing he was pissed was one thing but knowing he was acting like a bitch about it was something else.

Carter studied me before asking, “What are you thinking?”

I dragged a hand down my face. “There’s really only one way for me to deal with this… and that’s to get rid of him.”

Carter didn’t show a reaction, just watched me.

“But that creates other problems. It’s extreme and technically, he hasn’t crossed a line yet that would justify you breaking code, Mir. He’s just talking.”

“For now but if he pushes this shit then you already know how I’m gonna get down. I’m chilling until it gets to that.” I said.

This shit was annoying as hell. If I could handled this without consequences that could come back to my family I would just drop Trent and keep it pushing. Me breaking code put them at risk of being outcasted from the network that kept money in our pockets.

Carter nodded, but I caught the way his fingers flexed against the desk. “I agree, but you also don’t need to take it lightly.”

“I’m not.” My voice was clipped with frustration. “But there really isn’t a damn thing I can do about it right now. You know how shit works in our world, Carter. I take out one of our own without just cause and they don’t trust me or my family. It’s a bad look.”

“I agree but that muthafucker is barely one of our own.”

I laughed arrogantly. “Yeah, well, that barely still fucking counts.”

Carter was quiet for a second. “Just be careful. I’m only warning you because you’re family and your father would kill me if I didn’t look out.”

That made me pause and I frowned. “You talked to him about this?”

“No.” His expression was firm. “You’re grown, Mir. You can handle your own shit, but if it gets to the point where you can’t, you let me know.”

“My days of needing you to save my ass are long over.”

Carter shrugged, not denying it. “Yeah, I’ve done enough of that but seriously. Don’t let this get out of control.”

The depth of his words sank in. Carter was family and if I needed him, he would stand for me. He also wouldn’t get in my way if I asked him to fall back.

“I’m good.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push either.

“I got it covered, Reed.”

For now, that was enough because he let it go. At some point I would have to end this shit but the good thing was my family would step behind me no matter what lines I crossed, and that meant Carter too. Even if we didn’t share the same blood, he was damn sure family.

The drive to Baylyn’s office gave me time to think, but not about the shit that should have been on rotation. Trent was a problem. Carter’s warning was heavy on my mind and I knew I’d have to deal with it eventually, but right now, I wasn’t interested in strategy or consequences.

I needed a distraction and Baylyn was the only one who had been able to pull me out of my head lately.

When I made it to her job, the parking lot was nearly full.

I parked near the entrance and dropped back against the seat, processing that I was fucking stressed and the first person I wanted to see was Baylyn.

I grinned before I got out of my car, heading to the building.

I asked the first person I saw for directions and they pointed me to the office that belonged to her.

Baylyn was chilling inside, iPad in one hand with her other holding a phone to her ear. Her expression was serious but calm as she listened intently.

She was in her world, focused, handling business and I fucked with it.

I lingered outside the office for a minute just taking in the space.

Everyone around us was in a zone, so no one paid me much attention.

Most were too busy with their own shit to notice me or didn’t fucking care.

I made a mental note because that meant anyone could have access and I wasn’t cool with her being exposed.

Today it worked in my favor. I moved toward her desk and based on the way her brows pinched together just before her eyes lifted she felt my presence before she acknowledged it.

She rushed to end her call, setting the iPad down and when her pretty ass smiled and when those lips curved, my dick received it with memories of them being wrapped around it last night.

“Busy?”

She grinned wider. “What do you think?”

I glanced at the neatly stacked folders, open laptop, open planner with notes scribbled in it, then let my eyes shift back to hers. Yeah, she was busy, but I needed this moment; so fuck it.

“I think since I was sucking on your pussy last night, you’ll make time for me.”

She couldn’t hide her smile but she also looked past me to the door to make sure there wasn’t anyone near who didn’t need to have access to our private conversation. “What I think is you’re here and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

I shrugged, moving closer to her desk, casually picking up things, examining them and setting them back down.

I caught the way her body relaxed and the way her energy settled but fuck if mine didn’t too.

The weight I’d been carrying since seeing Carter was now lighter.

Baylyn smiled watching me in her space, but she didn’t tell me to leave.

Instead, she leaned back in her chair with her eyes locked on me, laced with amusement and curiosity.

I took it as an invitation to stay and dropped into the chair across from hers.

“You just made yourself at home.”

I rested an ankle over my knee. “You’re the one who said I should.”

“That’s not what I said.” She playfully rolled them pretty ass eyes.

“Pretty sure it was.”

“Pretty sure it wasn’t.”

I chuckled and turned my head, sweeping over her space, taking in the details.

Neatly arranged stacks of notes, the planner filled with color-coded tabs, the expensive coffee sitting half-finished beside her laptop.

Baylyn was organized as fuck except for the slight mess of sticky notes scattered near her keyboard.

I reached for one and flipped it between my fingers. “You got these shits everywhere.”

She narrowed her eyes, plucking it out of my hand. “Some of us have important things to remember.”

I grinned, slouching deeper into my seat. “I remember stuff too but it’s not smart for me to write that shit down.” I made a gun motion with my fingers and she rolled her eyes.

“What kind of extra ass shit are you working on now? A wedding on the moon?”

Her smile spread, wide as hell. “Don’t joke it’s coming but no. Birthday party for twins. Lots of opinions, very specific requests that probably won’t happen but I’ll still make it amazing.”

Baylyn was on her shit and I loved that. She was comfortable in this world, in her element with a confidence that mirrored mine.

“You stay on your boss shit. I like that. It’s sexy.”

Her eyes landed on mine. She had something to say but was debating whether or not to say it and eventually shared her thoughts. “I can’t be on my boss shit if you’re here, Emir. You’re distracting me.”

I smiled. “I won’t stay long. I just needed to see you for a minute. My day has kinda been fucked up.”

She stared at me, weighing my words, trying to decide if she should believe me. “How can I help?”

Knowing she wanted to set things right in my world had my ass grinning like a muthafucker.

“You already are by just existing, beautiful.”

She didn’t argue and those damn lips curved again. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my knees, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

She raised a brow. “What?”

“You like being my balance?”

She hesitated, just for a second. Then, softer than I expected, she said, “Yes.”

My smirk deepened. I wasn’t sure which one of us had just lost more ground but I also didn’t care because the line between us had already started to blur and neither of us was trying to define it again.