Page 39 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family

“You rushing me, Trent? You’ve been fucking with me for months. What’s the rush?”

I pressed my foot against his neck harder and he didn’t even try to stop me. Just glared at me, almost choking from the pressure of my boot crushing his windpipe.

“Aight, since you’re not going to make this fun, I’ll end this shit. You wanna give me your final thoughts?”

He growled and choked out. “Fuck you.”

“Not interested, try again.”

He glared but didn’t say a word so I applied more pressure with my foot.

“Aight, since you have no final thoughts. I’ll give you mine.

The last thing you’ll have in your head before I put a bullet through it.

You didn’t fuck my girl, but I’m going to fuck yours.

Well not technically your girl but your sister.

She’s eighteen, right?” I smiled smugly.

“That makes her legal and you led me right to her. I’m going to fuck her the way you wished you could have fucked Baylyn, and then, in honor of how shitty your bloodline is, I’m going to do her a solid and put a bullet in your sister’s head too.

Dying has got to be better than knowing her life was ruined by a piece of shit like you. ”

I lifted my foot and stepped back, expecting the exact reaction he gave. Trent jumped up and tried to rush me but I pulled the trigger. One single bullet to the head.

Trent’s momentum stopped mid-air and his body jerked before he dropped to the floor. Lifeless.

I stared down at him for a minute, not feeling a damn thing for him or this situation any longer. It ended the second the bullet left my gun.

Kades’s voice filtered through my earpiece. "Emir. You good?"

I crossed the room, retrieving the burner phone from where he’d thrown it. I brushed off the cracked screen, slipping it back into my pocket.

"Yeah.”

“You know you’re wrong for that shit.” I moved through the house to leave.

“Wrong for what?” I already knew but let him say it.

“For making him think you were going to fuck his sister then kill her.”

I shrugged, thinking about the last thought I put in Trent’s head before he died. “I wished I could have let him suffer with that shit for a while but I have better things to do with my time.”

Kades chuckled. “You’re still fucked up for that.”

“Nah, he’s fucked up for pushing me to it.”

“You got that. You sending the message to Carter?”

“You can do it. I’m taking my ass home.”

“Tell Bay I said what’s up.”

“I’m not telling her a damn thing because then she’ll be grilling me about where I’ve been. All I’m trying to do tonight is slide in bed next to her and take my ass to sleep.”

“Let me find out your pussy ass is scared of your girl.”

I grinned, backing out of the driveway. “You don’t have to find out a damn thing. I’ll admit that shit now. I am because she’s running things and I’m cool with that. When you grow up, you can be like me.”

The last thing I heard was Kades laughing before I ended the call, leaving all this shit behind me.

The next morning I woke up with Baylyn’s body wrapped around mine.

After I gently untangled our limbs I climbed out of bed, showered, and headed to the kitchen to make us breakfast. When I was halfway done, I came back to wake her up with my mouth.

I stood over the bed, watching her sleep for a minute before I eased the covers back and dropped my knee on the mattress.

I fucking loved knowing this woman was all mine.

I shifted, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades, trailing lower, letting my mouth brush along the dip of her spine. Grinning, I slid under the sheets, settling between her thighs, spreading her gently as I ran my hands over her soft skin. She sighed, still halfway asleep.

I pressed my mouth to her pussy, dragging my tongue slow and deep through her folds, savoring her warmth and taste.

Her body jerked and a soft moan slipped past her lips.

I did it again, this time sucking lightly on her clit, rolling my tongue over it.

"Mmm, fuck…" she gasped with her voice rough from having just woken up

I slid my hands under her thighs to grip her hips, pulling her closer as I buried my tongue inside of her.

She shifted and her hand fisted the sheets, the other reaching down over my head.

“Baby…”

I groaned against her, eating her like I had nowhere else to be, flicking my tongue in slow, calculated strokes before sucking her clit between my lips.

She was so wet, so fucking responsive, and the way she moaned, breathless and needy, wrecked me and had my dick throbbing against the mattress.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, rubbing against that spot that made her back bow.

“Fuck—” she rushed out, rolling her hips into my face, chasing her orgasm.

I kept going, stroking, sucking, fucking her with my mouth until her body went tight and her thighs trembled.

She let out a hoarse, broken moan and her entire body jerked, spasming as she came hard. Her slickness coated my tongue and her nails raked over my scalp.

I groaned, licking her through it, letting her ride it out until she collapsed against the bed, breathless and spent.

I pressed one last kiss against her throbbing, sensitive clit before pulling back and wiping my mouth as I sat up.

She laid there, panting, still catching up with her eyes barely open.

“What the hell, Mir?” she rasped.

I chuckled, standing and stretching before heading into the bathroom. I grabbed a towel, running warm water over it before wiping my face clean.

Satisfied, I tossed the towel into the sink and walked back into the bedroom.

“Get up and get dressed.” I grabbed a T-shirt from the chair. “It’s time for breakfast.”

She groaned, rolling onto her back. “You really expect me to move after that?”

I smirked. “Yeah. You need to eat.”

She stretched and her body was so fucking tempting but I wasn’t falling for it.

“Come shower with me.”

My grin was immediate, but I stepped back knowing that wasn’t happening or my plans were pointless.

“Nope.”

She pouted. “Why not?”

I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed, watching her with my dick cursing me.

“Because if I get in there with you, we’re never leaving this room.”

“And that’s a problem because…?”

I fought the urge to say fuck it and climb back in bed with her. Instead, I pushed off the frame and turned toward the door.

“Move your ass, Bay. We’re eating.”

She sighed dramatically but finally sat up, reaching for the sheet to cover herself as she stood.

I glanced back one last time, still grinning as I adjusted my dick and headed to the kitchen.

While I waited on Baylyn, I stood at the stove and flipped the last pancake onto the stack. The eggs were already scrambled, sausage links rested on a dish near the stove, and I was just about to grab a plate for Baylyn when I felt her.

Her arms slipped around my waist and her body pressed against my back, warm and soft beneath one of my hoodies. I glanced over my shoulder, catching the flash of bare thighs and fuzzy socks.

My hand drifted back, sliding under the hem of my hoodie with my fingers moving between her thighs because if she wasn’t wearing anything under it I was gonna be bending her over the counter.

Peeking around me, she blinked at the spread of food. "You cooked for me?"

"Told you I could feed myself when I need to." Leaning back, I pressed a kiss to her cheek. "And now I can feed you too."

She smiled, letting me go and hopping onto the counter. She grabbed a sausage link, taking a bite as she kicked her feet playfully.

I turned off the stove, stacking the pancakes before grabbing my phone off the counter. Moving between her legs, I pulled up something and handed it to her.

Her brows pinched. "What’s this?"

"Just read it."

She scanned the article with her expression shifting the second she got to the important part.

I knew the lines word for word because I read it that many times after Carter sent me the link.

They moved in after I left to ensure last night was set up to look like a burglary.

They were covering their asses with anything left of Trent.

It wasn’t really about me but I appreciated that they took care of it.

Trent Kendricks was murdered last night after breaking into the home of a local businessman. Sources say that he was there to rob the homeowner but was surprised when he returned unexpectedly.

Her eyes snapped up to me. "You did this."

I didn’t react. Just watched her.

Her voice softened, cautiously. "Was he really trying to rob someone?"

I shook my head once.

Her frown deepened. "Then why do they think that?"

"My people set it up that way."

"Why are you showing me this?"

I reached out, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. "I need you to know it’s over. We can move on with our lives. You don’t have to worry about that anymore."

She sighed and her shoulders sagged. "But what if?—"

I cut her off. "There are no what ifs. That’s it, Bay. It ends with him. You’re good. I’m good. We move on." I paused. "Question is, do you want to move on with me? Because if you don’t?—"

She silenced me with a kiss, her lips pressed against mine, soft but sure. “I do.”

When she pulled back, I smirked. "You do what?"

She grinned. "Not that. I mean… I do want this. With you ."

I leaned in, spreading her thighs wider with my fingers, pressing lightly against her bare skin. "Then if you want this with me, saying 'I do' has more than one meaning. You know that, right?"

Her smile faltered and her brows pulled together. "Emir, I’m not?—"

“Chill, Baylyn. I’m telling you where my head’s at.” I dragged my fingers up her thighs. "We’ll get there one day. That’s my goal, so I hope it’s yours too."

Something shifted in her expression before she nodded. "It is.”

"Good." I reached for the plate behind me. "Now let me feed you."