Vengeance: A Dark Menage Romance
Empire Sin
Isabella Starling
Copyright © 2017 by Isabella Starling
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To my favorite reader out there - Emma H., I hope this book is everything you hoped it would be!
xx, Isa
Contents
Playlist for Vengeance
1. Carter
2. Evangeline
3. Carter
4. Evangeline
5. Carter
6. Evangeline
7. Carter
8. Evangeline
9. Carter
10. Evangeline
11. Carter
12. Evangeline
13. Carter
14. Evangeline
15. Carter
16. Evangeline
17. Carter
18. Evangeline
19. Carter
20. Evangeline
21. Carter
22. Evangeline
23. Carter
24. Evangeline
25. Carter
26. Evangeline
27. Carter
28. Evangeline
29. Carter
Epilogue - Evangeline
Coming soon…
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Isabella Starling
Playlist for Vengeance
1. Mylene Cruz & The Soul Madonnas - Toy Box
2. Axwell & Ingrosso - More Than You Know
3. Win and Woo, Molly Moore - Killer With A Smile
4. Don Diablo - Cutting Shapes
5. Maggie Lindemann, CADE, Cheat Codes - Pretty Girl
6. Martin Garrix, Troye Sivan - There For You
7. Halsey - Angel On Fire
8. Syd Matters - To All Of You
9. Gold/Shade, Jantine - Empty
10. Streex - No Sleep
11. Charlie Who? - You
12. Rave Radio, Joe Kosky - Rock It
13. Grandtheft - Give Me More
14. David Guetta, Justin Bieber - 2U
15. AWAY, London Thor - Sleepwalker
16. Fox Stevenson, IMLAY - Lightspeed
17. Prismo - Serenity
18. Major Lazer, Travis Scott, Camila Cabello, Quavo - Know No Better
19. Kiasmos - Drawn
20. Kygo, Ellie Goulding - First Time
21. Slash, Adam Levine - Gotten
Full playlist on Spotify here.
One
Carter
“I promise.”
I stared at the man in front of me. He seemed like a reputable guy, sure. His suit was expensive, custom made and Italian, by the looks of it. He was still handsome, even though he was older than me. He drank expensive scotch - at my expense. And he was offering me a deal I really didn’t want to refuse.
I looked at the photos laid out on the table in front of us one more time.
I’d done this before. I’d done it so many times I’d become well-versed in the process. It was just like any other business transaction, really. You looked for the flaws in the contract, flaws in the product. You pointed them out to lower the price and make the acquisition work in your favor. You knew from the get-go whether this deal was going to be worthwhile. And this one sure as fuck looked like it would be.
The girl was beautiful. Of course she was - were they ever not?
Long brown hair, so long it went almost down to her butt. Pretty eyes that didn’t look quite brown, but not quite green either. Something in between. Her legs were spidery, still had that teenager-y spindliness about them. She was only eighteen after all, not that you could tell by looking at her perfect tits. They were shaped like teardrops, with nipples so pink they almost looked fake. I’d been with a lot of women in my lifetime, and I’d never seen nipples like hers. Not a hint of brown in them. Just the purest, prettiest shade of pink.
My eyes slid over the photograph in front of me. Pretty face, too pretty. Lips so big they were a pout away from overwhelming her face. Her upper lip was bigger, which gave her a doll-like appearance. Full cheeks, no hollow cheekbones in sight. And a small button nose. A long neck, prominent collarbones. Smooth navel and a cute little belly button. Her pussy was waxed so smooth it looked like a hair had never grown between her legs. She was right on the edge between looking sexy or like fucking jailbait.
“I really don’t know whether I believe you,” I told the man, giving him an easy smile. “Something about her, I can’t put my finger on it.”
He fidgeted in his seat uncomfortably. “I assure you, I’m not lying.”
I looked at the photos again. She was sprawled on the floor, on the bed, in innocent little poses, made instantly dirty by the fact that she was completely naked in them. She looked like someone had told her exactly how to stand, how to lie, how to position every limb and every finger to seduce the buyer. And she was doing it well.
Naked, crying in some photos, her eyes wild. And supposedly, untouched.
It was, maybe, the look in her eyes. She looked like she’d been hurt very fucking badly.
I wasn’t a fool. I knew the girls who ended up like this had a past. Some of them fucked up, others were paying debts for someone else. I wondered what her past was.
“Evangeline,” the man muttered as if he was reading my mind. “Her name is Evangeline Love-”
“I don’t give a shit,” I interrupted him. “I don’t let them keep their names. I’m sure you’re aware that’s common practice.”
“Of course,” he said, averting his gaze in embarrassment. “I am sorry, Mr. Knight.”
“So you are honestly claiming this girl is a virgin?” I asked him again, my fingers trailing across the photo on the table between us. She cried such pretty black tears.
“Yes,” he nodded. “Absolutely. She’s untouched.”
“Untouched?” I repeated, drinking in her pretty features. “Not even here…” My fingers slid over her tits in the photograph.
“No,” he choked out.
“Not here?” I touched her neck.JH
“No.”
“And not here?” I swiped my finger across her lips in the shot.
“No,” he said roughly. “She hasn’t been kissed. Not to my knowledge.”
“Well, that would explain the outrageous price.” I grinned at him, and he laughed nervously. “Come on, Savage. We both know you’re asking for an insane amount here.”
“We do,” he nodded. “I know I’ve sold you girls before.”
“Great girls,” I reminded him. It was true. His slaves were some of my favorites.
“Great girls,” he confirmed. “But not like this one. She’s special.”
I thought about it even though I’d already made up my mind. I could be the first man inside her. Every hole, every first time she would have, would be mine. For a steep price… but a price I was willing to pay to get my hands on her perfect little body. I was going to abuse it. Make it fit my every need. Make her know exactly what I wanted before the thought even popped into my head.
“I’d like to see her,” I said, and Savage nodded, motioning to his goons to bring her in.
I leaned against my seat, my legs spread and my fingers tapping the hand-rest impatiently. I’d wasted too much time on this transaction already. I’d know for sure when I saw her in person.
I stared at Savage while his guards
left to get her. He was behaving quite strangely. So worried, so on edge, so fucking weird. Like he was more nervous about the outcome of this deal than I was. It only solidified my belief that he was lying to me about the girl’s innocence. And fuck, I didn’t want it to be true.
I wanted to be the first man inside her. The first cock her lips wrapped around, the first force she felt thrusting into her pussy. I even wanted her first kiss. I’d rip it away from her when she was least expecting.
I knew she’d arrived by the expression on Savage’s face.
Guilt.
He looked guilty as hell, staring at the door with this dumbfounded expression, eating up the girl with his eyes. I could fucking smell her, and I liked it.
I turned my head as slowly as I possibly could, because I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to see her for the first time over and over again, but since that wasn’t possible, I wanted to make the first time last.
She looked right at me with those fucking eyes. Green, definitely green. Someone was holding her up, she was shaking so much. She was skinnier in person, almost painfully thin. I tried to hide my sharp intake of breath just as much as she tried to hide the sob that shook her body further.
“Come here,” I told her.
The guards released her. The fact that Savage jerked in his seat didn’t escape me. He was eager to help her.
She came towards me on shaky legs in ridiculously high heels. She should have crawled, but I’d teach her that eventually. I almost preferred her like this. Moldable. Teachable. Innocent… maybe.
“At least you were right about one fucking thing,” I muttered to Savage as she came to a stop a few inches away from me. “She’s fucking terrified.”
I looked up at her. Her eyes were frozen on mine even though she looked like she wanted to shut them because she was so scared. She was shaking all over, her tiny hands in fists by her side. She knew not to cover herself up, not that the expensive lingerie she wore did anything to hide her sexy little body. Such a good girl already.
“Kneel,” Savage told her.
She did, on her knees in mere seconds. Her eyes still on mine. He talked to her in such a weird way, almost like he cared. You didn’t talk to girls like her that way.
He was, for some reason, attached to this girl. It made me wonder why the hell he was selling her instead of keeping her for himself. But it would only bring me more pleasure to tear her from his hands.
I got up and reached forward, my hand gently touching her cheek. Her eyes widened, panic setting in. I left my hand there and she shook even more. Her skin was very pale. I’d never seen a girl with skin so pale.
I started to undo my belt. The girl stared in absolute shock, but Savage jumped up from his seat just like I knew he would.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he barked at me.
I took my belt off, observing the girl’s reaction to hearing the clack of the buckle against my palm. She tensed, looked away guiltily. Good. Just what I’d wanted.
“I really don’t think she’s a virgin,” I told Savage. “So I might as well fuck her now and see, don’t you think?”
He just stared at me, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.
“Don’t worry, old man,” I grinned, pulling my pants down. The girl gasped. “If she is, I’ll buy her - you have my word. If she’s not… it’s your own fucking fault for lying to me. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“How do I know to trust you?” he seethed.
I gave him a big grin, hooking my finger under the nondescript collar the girl was wearing. She gasped.
“You don’t,” I told him pleasantly, then bent her over the table in front of us.
She clawed at the wood, but didn’t resist. Her body was rigid beneath mine.
It took a single move to tear her panties off. I tossed them aside and stared at that pretty little pussy, running a finger between her lips. She bucked her hips but stayed perfectly silent. Like this wasn’t even happening. Maybe it was what she needed to tell herself in that moment, but I hoped she would come to enjoy having me touch her if she became mine.
I brought my finger to my lips and licked it.
“See, first red flag,” I told Savage with a big grin. “A virgin wouldn’t be this wet, don’t you think so?”
He glared at me with absolute defeat as I gripped the girl’s ass. She was motionless, but she looked at me over her shoulder.
Her eyes were cloudy. Just like in those pictures. Once again, I couldn’t place it. Maybe it was tears, maybe she was horny. Maybe something else…
I smiled at her and smoothed her hair back. I didn’t give her another moment to think about what was going to happen to her.
I pressed myself against her and forced myself inside her with one thrust of my hips. One move, and I was buried to the hilt.
She cried out this time, finally. So loudly, but only once. Savage cursed over and over again on the other side of the table and I was inclined to join him.
The moment I pushed inside her I knew. She was impossibly fucking tight. Unbearably wet, too.
There was no fucking way in the world she wasn’t a virgin. I felt it. I felt my cock breaking through. I looked down and saw blood trickling down her thighs.
I hated myself more than ever in that moment. I wanted to take it back. I wanted that fucking moment back.
Her virginity was mine. I should’ve made it last longer. Should’ve made her beg for it. I should’ve made it hurt more.
She was still looking at me, crying now. Not sobbing, just crying very softly as I began to move my hips, thrusting deeper inside her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was fucking mesmerizing. The way she cried made me want to rip everything away from her.
I wanted it all. Her pussy, over and over again. Her ass. I wanted her mouth. Fuck, I wanted her first kiss. It would be so much sweeter now that I’d been inside her.
I was completely enthralled. I realized I’d pushed her down, my hand on the small of her back, the other one holding her hand while I fucked her. She was still crying and I didn’t give a shit. She felt unbelievable. She felt like every inch of her, inside and out, was made for me. To please me. To fit me.
“The papers,” I barked at Savage. “Give me the fucking papers.”
He fumbled with his briefcase while I stared at the girl beneath me, fucking her so slowly she cried out in frustration.
Finally, he gave me the papers and a pen. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t fucking pull out, and it scared me.
I flattened the papers against her back and she arched it like the best little slut I could wish for. I didn’t even read them. I just signed on the dotted line and thrust them back at Savage. She was fucking mine. And I wasn’t done.
I pulled out and the girl whimpered. It took everything I had in me to stop, and the moment my cock was free, I regretted it.
“Please,” Savage said. “Mr. Knight, please. Finish inside her. I… I want to see.”
I stared at him. What a fucking odd request. But the idea of finishing inside her tight little pussy, the pussy I’d just ripped open moments ago, was too fucking tempting.
I was back inside in seconds. She moaned so incredibly loudly I wanted to put my hand over her mouth. My cock felt like it was doubling, swelling inside her so much she couldn’t quite catch her breath from being stretched so wide.
“Please!”
Her first word. How fucking fitting.
Her voice was sweet and desperate. Fucking perfect, just like the rest of her.
I groaned and fucked her deep while that pervert watched.
“Please,” she repeated. “Oh my God, Daddy please.”
I stared at her, feeling my cock twitch inside her no longer virgin cunt. How the fuck did she know? There was no way she could have. No way anyone could.
And it made me so unbelievably hard I couldn’t stop fucking her. The building could’ve been burning down at that point and I wouldn’t have given a fuck.
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nbsp; “Shhh, babygirl, it’s okay.”
I looked up through hazy fucking eyes. Barron Savage was standing next to her, next to my girl. His hand on her cheek. She was leaning against his touch and sobbing softly. “It’s okay, he’ll take good care of you, I promise. You know Daddy can’t do that anymore.”
I kept fucking her because there was no way I could have stopped.
The way he looked at her.
So much pain.
He looked at me, a broken shell of a man, and I knew.
“I had to,” he said, his voice fucking broken. “I couldn’t keep her, I had to sell her. I fucking raised her, Knight. Since she was four years old, I’ve been the only family she had. I couldn’t keep my hands off anymore…”
He ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair and the girl whimpered.
“It wouldn’t be right,” he muttered. “It wouldn’t be fucking proper.”
All thoughts of stopping evaporated, and I let go and fucked her hard. She shrieked and moaned as I came inside her. I didn’t give a shit anymore, not about the man who was selling her, whoever he was to her. Not about the guards looking, not about the insane amount of money I’d just paid for the messy little fuckdoll underneath me. I just thought about her, the way she tried so, so hard to fight it, to fight her own moans because on some level, she wanted this. It was in her shaking hips, in the way her pussy milked me, in the way she looked at me so desperately it seemed like she’d been waiting for me for a lifetime.
I just stared at her and let my cock erupt inside her, and she cried as she came. I knew she came. And it made her cry more, because she was so damn embarrassed.
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