All Chapters of Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CASPIAN’s POVDorian’s lips crashed into mine, and everything else vanished. The kiss started fierce, almost punishing, as if he needed to pour years or months of waiting into that single point of contact. I tasted the faint trace of wine from dinner on his tongue, mixed with something uniquely him—warm, addictive, and pulling me under. My hands found his face instantly, fingers threading through his dark hair, holding him close. He groaned low against my mouth, the vibration traveling straight to my core.I parted my lips wider, inviting him deeper. His tongue swept in without hesitation, exploring with deliberate strokes that made my head spin. He curled it around mine, coaxing, teasing, then drawing back just enough to suck gently on my lower lip before plunging again. Saliva mingled between us, slick and hot, a thin trail escaping the corner of my mouth when he angled his head for better access. I chased it with my own tongue, licking it away, savoring the mess we created.D

DORIAN’s POVCaspian carried me into the bedroom as if I weighed nothing, his arms steady and strong beneath me. My legs stayed wrapped around his waist, my lips brushing the damp skin of his neck while he walked. The oil from the bathroom still clung to us both, making our bodies slide together with every step. His words echoed in my ears—that promise to worship every inch until I begged. A shiver ran through me, sharp and eager. Everything felt so new, so overwhelming, like my body was waking up for the first time under his touch—Hehehe, that had happened but I remembered nothing, except when he said it. He lowered me onto the bed with care, the cool sheets a shock against my heated skin. I lay back, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he reached for the oil bottle he had brought along from the restroom. He warmed a generous pool in his palms, the faint scent of sandalwood filling the air. His gaze locked on mine—dark, intense, and full of something that made my chest t

DORIAN’s POVCaspian kept us hovering right on the brink. His hips rolled in lazy, maddening circles that dragged the thick head of his cock over my prostate again and again, never quite giving enough pressure to let me tip over. Every shallow glide sent fresh sparks racing up my spine. My hole fluttered uselessly around him, trying to pull him deeper, but he controlled the depth with infuriating patience. The stretch still burned faintly at the edges—raw and full—but the burn had long since melted into this deep, throbbing ache that made my toes curl against the sheets.I could feel every vein on his shaft where it pressed against my walls. The way the flared rim caught just inside my rim each time he withdrew almost completely, then sank back in with a wet, deliberate slide. Precum leaked steadily from my untouched cock, pooling on my stomach in warm little puddles that cooled against my skin. Sweat slicked every inch of us. Oil mixed with it, turning our bodies into one slipper

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Amara announced, rising slightly from her chair with the energy of someone hosting a televised event, “let’s welcome the latest couple in town!” She started clapping. Everyone at the table joined in—Xavier, Alexandra, Ronan—all of them applauding like the two men had just walked a red carpet and not simply entered the dining room. Dorian’s face went a spectacular shade of red. He released Caspian’s hand immediately, as though caught committing a mild crime. “Amara.” Caspian’s voice carried the specific weight of an older brother who had been managing this particular chaos his entire life. “That was no lie, brother,” she replied, beaming at him with absolutely zero remorse. Caspian swept his eyes across the table—Xavier, Alexandra, Amara, Ronan—then pulled out his chair and sat beside his husband, deciding, as he often did with Amara when they were younger, that some battles weren’t worth picking. “Let’s eat,” Alexandra said, already on her feet, beginnin

The boardroom was quiet in a way it had never quite been before after he had finalized a decision. Caspian had noticed something odd the moment he sat down earlier—that particular absence, like a room missing a piece of furniture it had grown so accustomed to that the empty space was louder than the furniture ever was. Mr. Spade was gone. And there was no one to throw questions. He let his eyes move across the room at a measured pace, face to face, the way he always did—not searching for anything, just reminding them, without words, that he saw each of them. That he always had. He cleared his throat. “Having addressed all of that, what else needs to be brought to the table?” The head of HR shifted in his seat and spoke first. “Several staff members have resigned over the past few days, sir.” “I’m aware.” “However, we’ve received a significant number of new applications in the same period. If we’re going to operate at the efficiency you’ve outlined, we’ll need to fill those gaps