Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 111: It Turned Out Everyone Was Full of Secrets [M]

Chapter 111: It Turned Out Everyone Was Full of Secrets [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

Her sweater was pulled off over her head in one frantic tug.

The lace bra remained bunched around her waist, along with the wool skirt, both staying out of his way as he kneaded and sucked on her breasts like a man gone starved.

She kept moving nice and slow above him, his head following her rhythm as he chased the way her nipples drifted closer to his mouth and then away again.

Dani’s chair dance sessions had proven useful beyond last night’s performance. Kaija was genuinely amazed at how skillfully her lower body rolled on Karl’s lap now, like some exotic dancer, thanks to the moves she’d learned for that routine.

The sensations soon became too overwhelming for him. She hadn’t even started begging yet, but he could already feel himself on the edge of coming again.

"Hold on, birdie..." he panted, teeth finally releasing her nipple. "I might come inside you if you keep moving like that."

In one swift motion, his hands slid up her back, lowering her onto the couch as his body leaned forward, taking control at last.

Her honey blonde locks spread to either side against the black of the couch, deep blue eyes glossy with both lust and surprise as they stared up at him. The sight alone was breathtaking enough to make his chest hurt.

"Urgh..." he groaned, every muscle tensing as he fought the urge to spill into her.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," he admitted, eyes squeezing tightly shut from the effort.

Now he knew exactly what sort of image would haunt him the next time he jerked himself off to her after leaving for tour.

Soft chuckles slipped out of her when she realized what he meant, and the lovely sound only made it harder for him to hold on.

"Relax, Karl," she murmured, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Come down here. Give me a kiss."

He couldn’t help but obey, leaning down as her peachy lips parted for him.

The soft kiss eased him, the tension in his shoulders finally melting away.

Slowly, his hips began moving again, sliding in and out of her. Her lips continued pecking at his in that tender smooch, slender arms loosely crossing behind his neck to pull him closer.

"What are you doing to me?" he breathed. "Now I don’t even want to go back on tour anymore."

"Come on now, don’t be like that," she teased, playfully biting the skin of his neck. "Think of this as something to look forward to when you come back from tour, superstar."

His body stiffened for a split second at her words, and then, without warning, the pace of his hard length driving in and out of her picked up again.

Moans and gasps tore from his throat, his lips crashing down on hers more hungrily than ever, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

With a final, aching groan, he pulled his length fully out and collapsed over her. His hand shot down to his cock, guiding the stream away from spilling over the wool fabric on her stomach, forcing it down onto the couch instead.

His body trembled heavily above her, forehead pressed against her chest as he breathed and breathed, like he was on the verge of passing out from bliss.

"Hah... yeah, Karl, breathe," she soothed, fingers threading through his hair as she patted his back slowly.

His face stayed buried against her chest, kissing it softly, until his ragged breaths finally evened out, and his body slumped down beside her.

"How thoughtful of you," she murmured, the heaving of her chest gradually easing as she ran her hand over his damp forehead.

"I... I didn’t wanna make you walk around with my cum on your skirt, ha ha..." he chuckled softly, leaning into her gentle touch.

His fingers tangled with hers as they lay side by side in comfortable silence, melting into the couch beneath them until their senses finally returned to their bodies.

"We should go," Kaija urged, sitting upright.

This time, Karl actually let her reach for her panties, discarded next to the tissue packet in the corner. His gaze drifted lazily toward her, lingering on her round, exposed ass cheeks as she pulled her panties back on.

Perhaps he could have kept going, but given how addictive it felt being inside her, he might have had to cancel the flight for real, and that would probably set off another PR disaster.

They clumsily wiped each other down, along with the mess they’d made on the couch, before getting dressed properly again.

The paparazzi defense kit needed to be fully assembled as well, of course. The jackets, the hats, the masks, the shades.

The moment Kaija lifted the two high-collared jackets, a small white bottle slipped out of one pocket, fell to the floor, and rolled into the corner of the room.

Instinctively, she chased after it and crouched down to retrieve it, but as she did, all her movement stalled.

Karl was putting on his shoes when he noticed how her crouched form had frozen on the floor, both jackets clutched in her arms.

"You okay, birdie?" Karl asked, walking closer to her, until he suddenly remembered exactly what he’d slipped into his jacket pocket that morning before leaving his flat.

His footsteps halted. His breathing stopped as he held his breath, praying to God that the thing she was staring down at in her hand wasn’t what he feared it was.

"Karl, what is this?"

She lifted the bottle slightly over her shoulder.

Her voice came thin and flat, no longer sweet and mellow like it had been just minutes earlier, when they were still buried inside each other.

No response came from Karl. His teeth clenched tightly, his chest tightening as if all life had been drawn out of him.

There was no way for him to see what expression Kaija was wearing now. Her face was still turned away from him as she slowly rose to her feet.

A quiet sigh slipped from her.

It turned out everyone was full of dark secrets, including the man who’d just made love to her so passionately moments ago.

She remembered clearly what the small white bottles Juho had pulled from his bag had looked like, how they bore the same labels as the one now resting in her hand, how he’d confirmed to his father that they were "orders."

Staring at the faint silhouettes of the small, round pills inside, she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel about the man standing right behind her anymore.