Envy: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Empire Sin)

by Isabella Starling

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked her roughly. “Who’s sending you this shit?”

  “I… I don’t know.” She started crying, the tears finally falling and her body convulsing in desperate little sobs. This time, I didn’t make a move to help her. I just watched her body dissolve in a fit of tears and pent-up frustration until she crumpled into a little ball on the floor and cried for whatever reason she was hiding from me.

  “I’m sorry,” she said desperately, and I could barely make out the words through her choking on her own tears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to get in trouble. I didn’t want you to get in trouble too.”

  It sent a pang through my chest, and I slammed the computer closed, making Charli flinch. I put it down on the window seat and walked over to her, pulling her up by her throat. She gasped and gasped and gasped, like she was never going to catch a breath again. I made her stand on her tiptoes and face me.

  “Charli,” I said roughly.

  There it was again. That fucking twitch, that nervous little move she made every single time I said her name out loud.

  “You better fucking start telling the truth right the hell now,” I told her. “I want to know everything. Open that pretty little mouth and speak, babydoll.”

  She opened and closed her lips like a fish out of water, seemingly unable to tell me the truth. But I forced myself to grip her pretty swan-like neck just a little bit tighter, and she gasped for air that wouldn’t come. I let go a little and the words poured out of her like a dam had just been broken.

  “I’m in debt,” she said. “My family… they owned a shit-ton of money to some people, but I don’t know who they are.”

  “What the fuck do you mean?” I barked at her. “Details, fucking tell me more, babydoll.”

  She clawed at my hand around her throat and I let her go, because as hard as I tried, I couldn’t watch her suffer like that. She stumbled away and dropped to the floor and I watched her, needing to get more information out of her. She was hiding something, and I wasn’t completely sure the family debt was the only part of it.

  “My parents are both gone,” she said shakily. “But the debt is still there, and it’s transferred over to me. I’m the one who has to pay it now, but I have no idea who I owe it to. I only got two emails at this address. And they’re telling me to keep quiet. They don’t want you to know about any of it.”

  She sobbed and I glared at her. There was more. I was abso-fucking-lutely sure there was more to the story, and she was putting on an act to fool me. But I wasn’t born yesterday, and I was going to get the truth out of my precious little babydoll, even if it meant I had to break her.

  “Why wouldn’t they want me to know?” I snarled at her. “What’s any of this got to do with me, Charli?”

  Flinch.

  Barely noticeable this time around.

  “Because…” She looked around the room as if she was trying to find answers to a problem she didn’t want to face. “They… they have something of mine.”

  “Something of yours?” I narrowed my eyes at her. “What, they got your fucking cat or something?”

  “No!” she ran her hands through her messy hair. I’d only just noticed her whole damn body was fucking soaked with sweat, dripping from the nightmare she’d had, her little nightie soaked through and through. I felt a strange instinct that made me want to take it off her, wash the fear off and put her in some clean clothes, then drag her to bed with me. But I made myself resist, and didn’t make another move until she spoke again.

  “They have… M-my… my…” she stuttered.

  I was getting low on patience.

  “Tell me,” I said in a gruff voice, even I could admit sounded threatening. “Tell me right the fuck now, baby.”

  “They have my sister,” she choked out. “They took her. They have her. I don’t know where. I don’t know what they’ve done. I think she might be dead.”

  She dissolved in a fit of tears, choking herself on so much emotion it made me wonder how the fuck she’d kept this a secret for so damn long.

  “They don’t want you to know,” she sobbed. “They don’t want you to know they took her. I’m never going to see her again, am I? They fucking stole her away from me!”

  She bawled hysterically as I got on the floor next to her. I pulled her against me, that tight little body shivering against mine, begging to be consoled. I held her in a vice-like grip that didn’t feel much like a hug at all, but we both needed it. She didn’t resist me this time around, and I pulled her in close, holding her tight to my chest and making sure she couldn’t get away. Not that she was trying to. Not that her pretty little body could even manage it anymore.

  I didn’t tell her she should’ve told me. I didn’t lecture here, even though the words were hot on my tongue and desperate to get out. I just wanted to know more.

  “Your sister,” I said as she trembled in my arms. “When did she disappear? When was the last time you saw her?”

  She sobbed so much she couldn’t even answer, and I pulled her away from me, shaking her lightly.

  “Fucking let me help you, Charli,” I told her roughly, and she cried harder.

  An angry little scream ripped itself from her throat and she started pounding me, her small fists hitting my chest over and over again, as angrily as she could possibly manage.

  “Don’t call me that!” she screamed. “Stop fucking calling me that!”

  Her fists pounded and pounded, and I didn’t even try to stop them. Instead I just stared at her hitting me and spoke up.

  “What should I call you then? Charlotte? Is that your name?” I asked her, my voice strained.

  “No!” she screamed. She was so fucking angry, her words being spat out, her fists hammering me. I could barely feel it with all the adrenaline pumping through my body. Could barely acknowledge the pumping of her fists all over my flesh. “No, it’s not my damn name!”

  Maybe she had a fake one. Lots of girls at Empire Sin did, to protect their identities. I wouldn’t have been mad if she told me, but she just kept howling and hitting me.

  I took her tiny fists in one hand, wrapping my fingers around them.

  “Tell me,” I ordered her. “Tell me your fucking name. Tell me what’s going on.”

  She took a deep shaky breath, her body trembling as she looked at me. Her eyes were raw, for the first time ever. I wanted to push her on her back and fuck her to pieces. To tiny fucking smithereens until she screamed and scrambled to gather the mess I’d make into something resembling the person she used to be. I wanted that cunt. I wanted that ass. I wanted her. Whatever the fuck her name was.

  “Lucille,” she spat out. “My name is Lucille, Lucy, everyone calls me Lucy.”

  She wasn’t lying.

  She’d better not be lying.

  “Fucking spread your legs,” I barked at her. “I need to look at your sweet cunt.”

  She shook her head, tried to get away, and I pulled her back. Pulled her so tightly against my chest I could feel her vertebrae against my stomach.

  “Spread,” I snarled, and her legs fell open for me. My hand lingered above her pussy and her body bucked, desperate to make contact.

  “Beg,” I said, my fingers an inch away from her soaked cunt. “Beg!”

  “No!” she screamed. “Fuck you!”

  My free hand wrapped around her neck easily. So beautiful when she was choking.

  “Lucy,” I breathed, and her body sagged as she whimpered. “Lucy, tell me the fucking truth or I won’t fuck you.”

  “I want Charli,” she cried. “I want Charli. I want my sister. I want her back. I want to go home.”

  I stared down at her tiny body and I realized she’d been lying to me. It all made sense, as if I’d clicked my fingers and all the puzzle pieces finally fell into place.

  My grip on her throat tightened and my fingers descended on her flesh as she screamed for mercy.

  8 Lucy

  I could almost hear the cogs in
Beau’s head turning, but my body was resisting his, desperate to get away from him and save myself.

  But there was no way he was letting go of me. He held on tight, his fingernails digging into my skin as I struggled to get away. For the first time, I felt bone-chillingly scared of him. I knew he was going to hurt me, and I was terrified.

  “I’m sorry,” I bawled. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell you, I was so scared. Please don’t be mad at me… please don’t be mad.”

  After the first two repetitions, the words turned into a mess, just like I was. I kept saying them over and over again, begging him not to hurt me, begging him to reconsider. I didn’t think he was going to hurt me permanently, but he was unpredictable, especially now that he was so angry. He held on tighter, and I felt his nails digging into my flesh. He didn’t say a single word.

  “Please,” I begged. “Don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me, Beau. I’ll tell you the truth from now on, I swear.”

  I struggled, my heels digging into the floor, trying to get the fuck away from him before he could punish me.

  And then he was only holding my arms with one hand, and his free hand wandered down my legs making me gasp out loud.

  “Little liar,” he growled in my ear, and I moaned when his fingers traced my thighs from my knee to the top of my hips. It felt so good. Despite everything that had happened, the situation we were in, his fingers felt so fucking good, and I couldn’t resist making sweet little sounds when he graced me with his touch. “You going to keep lying to me, Lucy? You going to keep hiding things from me?”

  “No,” I breathed. “I swear, I won’t.”

  “What do you want right now?” he asked, his fingers tapping against the inside of my thigh and making me resist, though I didn’t know what for. All I wanted was for him to put his fingers between my legs, feel how wet my pussy had gotten for him. I wanted him to tear my panties off and feel what he’d done to me. “Tell me the fucking truth, Lucy. Tell me what you want. I won’t be mad, I promise. If I’m feeling especially nice, I might even let you have it, if you’re a good girl. What do you want, babydoll?”

  The affectionate nickname made me feel safer and my heart thumped in my chest as I mewled against his arms, barely struggling to get away now.

  “Tell me,” he said in a threatening tone, and I gasped for air that wouldn’t come.

  “I want your fingers on me,” I whispered, and his nails dug deeper. “Please. Please, Beau.”

  “Where?” he barked at me. “Here?”

  His fingers pressed against my thigh, on the top of it, just under my hipbones. It was so close to the spot I wanted him to abuse, but still too far away. I needed more.

  “No,” I rasped. “Please. Closer to my…” My words trailed off into nothing.

  “Closer to your what?” he asked me gently, his fingers pressing down. So close. So fucking close, but it still felt a world away from the spot I needed him to touch.

  “Closer to my cunt,” I finally managed to get out. “Please, Beau. Closer to my cunt.”

  He moved his fingers so painfully slowly I wanted to scream, gently pressing down on the skin of my inner thighs, even closer to my pussy now.

  “Here?” he asked softly, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Closer,” I begged. “Closer, on it, inside it. Please, Beau.”

  He wouldn’t.

  He kept teasing, pressing his fingers down everywhere but on the spot that ached so fucking badly I could have screamed. His fingertips grazed my slit and I moaned out loud, parted my pussy wide open for him as we both watched it leak, but never, not once, did he touch the little button between my lips that was begging for his touch. He knew how to play with me, and he teased me relentlessly until my body moved like a snake in his arms, hissing and begging for him to keep going.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he told me. “You won’t be a virgin much longer, little Lucy. But I’m not letting you come. You will tell me every fucking time you’re close. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, yes. Just fuck me. I’ll do anything.”

  And I would have. I would have split myself in half if it meant he’d finally put something inside me.

  He let go of me, and my skin screamed with the need for his touch. Slowly, he took off his sleeping shirt and slid off his boxers. I stared at him from my spot on the floor, curled up in a fetal position while he stripped for me. And suddenly, he was naked. Nothing but skin there, his cock standing up from his crotch, looking so huge it made me shiver. That was never going to fit inside me. It was going to hurt so much.

  My skin prickled in anticipation.

  “Please,” I begged in the smallest of voices. “Let me touch you. Please, Beau.”

  He shook his head and reached down for me. In moments, he’d ripped off my nightie. My panties were next, ending up in shreds on the floor. He left me a shaky, wet mess on the floor, trying to cover up my exposed body as he stared at me with eyes so hungry they made my head spin.

  “Crawl to me,” he said roughly, and I gave him a blank stare as he walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge of it. “Come on, babydoll. Crawl to me. Let me see that you’re ready for your punishment.”

  My hands and feet worked to obey his voice, even when my mind was screaming at me, telling me this was too fucking humiliating. But my body wouldn’t listen, and I crawled closer and closer while Beau growled low in his throat, watching me approach him.

  “Good girl,” he breathed slowly. “Come on, closer, babydoll. Come here between my legs.”

  He’d parted his thighs, and his cock was there on full display, hard and bobbing with the sound of his voice, looking so intimidating I glanced away.

  “Don’t be scared.” His voice was almost gentle now. “Come on, Char-Lucy. Come closer. Come on, baby.”

  I crawled. I shook. I sat down on my hands with my legs spread out in front of him, making him groan out loud. I could feel my pussy running all over my fingers. I was soaking fucking wet. If I moved my fingers, I knew that orgasm he was going to deny me was going to be impossible to resist.

  “Climb up on my lap,” Beau told me, and slowly, I got on my knees, and he helped pull me the rest of the way until I was curled up on his lap. His cock was pressing against my ass, roughly digging into my skin, begging to be put deeper inside me. I mewled as his fingers trailed down my skin, over my spine, over my ass, stopping to part my cheeks and gently trace the puckered hole there. I gasped, but he shushed me, telling me he wouldn’t use that hole today. Telling me he only wanted to see how tight I was for him.

  But despite his promises, his finger kept touching me there. Slowly outlining every ridge, every pucker of my asshole. He stroked me until I was mewling like a cat, begging him with my eyes to do something else, to fuck me, to make my body submit to his every whim and desire. But he wouldn’t. He teased me relentlessly until I was on the verge of tears again.

  “You lied to me, Lucy,” he reminded me in a rougher voice. “You’re a little fucking liar. And I don’t like that.”

  “I’m sorry,” I sniffled. “I won’t do it again, I’ll be honest, I’ll tell you everything… I promise I will.”

  “Of course you will,” Beau said easily. “You’ll do any-fucking-thing to please me, won’t you, babydoll?”

  I only hesitated for a moment, but it made him angry, and he pushed against my ass, making me squirm.

  “Yes,” I half-whispered. “Yes! I’ll do anything, please.”

  His fingers moved away and smoothed my hair away from my face. I felt so fucking dirty. Filthy for him.

  “Good girl,” he muttered. “Such a pretty, good little girl.”

  And then I was somehow on my back. In seconds, he’d turned me off his lap and climbed on top of me, made me lie down and spread my legs like a needy whore, his eyes drinking in my body like it was on display. Like it all belonged to him, and I was only there for his pleasure. It turned me on so much. I wanted more, and I spread myself op
en like a wanton whore, pulling my knees up and offering him a perfect view of my cunt. My tits bounced as he stared, and I looked at him needily.

  “Please fuck me,” I begged him softly. “Please push your cock inside me, Beau. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I want to know what it’s like to have a cock inside me.”

  “Whose cock?” he asked me darkly. He knelt above me, his fingers on his cock, roughly pumping the length of it with his eyes firmly fixed on mine. “Whose cock do you want in that pretty little cunt, babydoll?”

  “Yours,” I whispered. “Your cock, Beau, only your cock, I promise…”

  “You promise?” he raised his eyebrows. “No cock other than mine, Lucy? Just my cock, for as long as I fucking want your holes to myself?”

  “Yes!” I squirmed under his gaze. “Please, anything you want. Please…”

  And then he was on me. His mouth descended on my throat so savagely I could barely catch my breath, and when he moved on to my lips, he sucked the air right out of my mouth, making me gasp against his lips, trying to get another breath before he suffocated me with his intensity. His cock pressed against my tummy, hard and leaking something that couldn’t have been cum, because it was clear and felt cool against my midriff.

  “Spread your legs,” he barked at me, and I did, because I couldn’t help myself.

  It wasn’t enough for Beau, though. He grabbed my thighs and pinned them down with his hands, spreading me open so wide my pussy lips opened up and I leaked juice all over the bed beneath us.

  “Fucking shit,” he breathed. “You can’t come, remember that, Lucy. Tell me every time you get close.”

  “C-close,” I whispered, my eyes rolling back and my hips bucking. “Close, Beau, please.”

  And the next second I shrieked, because his fingers wrapped around my nipples and he twisted them so hard I nearly lost my breath. The moment was gone, but the persistent, desperate need to come was still there. I glared at him and he grinned at me before kissing me again.

  His mouth was punishing, unforgiving. He sucked my breath away from me. His palms held me down even as my legs fluttered, trying to close. He held on firmly, and he kissed me like I was something he owned. His property. His dirty little cum-toy that only followed orders, that only served to milk his cock dry with either of my three holes. My body trembled as he abused it, and I loved every fucking second of it.