Vengeance: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Empire Sin)

by Isabella Starling

  Carolina was merely a few feet away, her face deeply flushed as she looked at the scene before her. She looked away, her hands shaking so much the linen in her hands dropped to the floor.

  Evangeline noticed we had company, her own face blushing adorably.

  “Keep looking,” I barked at Carolina. She knew better than to disobey me, but her hands shook badly as she glanced at me. “Don’t you dare fucking go. Leave that shit on the floor and watch my toy servicing me.”

  She held onto the doorframe for support and I looked back at Angel.

  “Suck,” I told her. “Fucking suck and show her what she’s missing.”

  She looked scared as fuck, but then I saw something click in those pretty eyes of hers. She glanced at Carolina, and her eyes widened as she kept looking, licking the tip of my cock.

  “Good girl,” I groaned, my hands back on her as she went to work on my cock. “Show her what a good little girl you are for Daddy. Show her how you suck cock like the filthy slut you are.”

  I closed my eyes and let her work me, but only for a second. The next, my eyes went back to Carolina and I grinned at her flushed, needy expression.

  “Look how she takes my cock so deep,” I said, and they both moaned so loudly I felt the vibrations in my cock. My hands tangled in my toy’s hair. “She’s such a good slut, isn’t she? Keep going, little girl, you’re going to make her touch herself and come if you keep going like that…”

  Angel’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she spat on my cock and glanced at the maid.

  “Tell me what you are,” I said, enthralled by her actions.

  She looked up at me, so fucking innocent, so fucking dirty.

  “Daddy’s little slut,” she said in her shaky voice, and then wrapped her mouth around my cock.

  Twelve

  Evangeline

  I didn’t want to watch her, and I didn’t want her watching us either. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to resist, but I couldn’t.

  I knew I’d messed up by snooping in his study, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, the fact that the maid was watching me pleasing him made me drip, my thighs getting slick as the seconds passed and Carter’s cock strained against the corners of my mouth. I wanted to feel him come. I wanted to feel him burst all the way down my throat, even though it meant I wouldn’t get to taste a single drop, because he was so deep inside me.

  He was going to fuck me, and we both knew it.

  So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he pulled out of my mouth, but I still cried at the loss of his fullness inside me. He pushed me forward and I fell on my hands and knees, my eyes fixated on Carolina standing in the doorway. Her blouse was rumpled, her hands roaming her skin.

  She was beautiful, with soft, milky skin without a single mark on it. It was almost sad that her face was scarred like that, when she could have been so beautiful. Yet, in a way, she still was.

  I looked at her with fear in my eyes as I felt Carter kneel behind me.

  “Look at her,” he whispered in my ear. “Look how wet it makes her to watch us fucking.”

  “Daddy,” I whispered, my bottom lip quivering when I felt his tip pushing against my cunt. “I don’t want to, I don’t want to look at her, please…”

  “You little fucking liar,” he said, smacking my ass and making me yelp. “You don’t get off from her seeing you? Tell the truth, toy, or I’ll make her come and join us.”

  “Y-yes,” I stuttered, biting back my own tears. “I do, Daddy, I like it, I want her to watch you fuck my pussy.”

  “Good girl,” he grunted, parting my pussy open.

  I’d never felt more embarrassed than in that moment, feeling my cunt drip down in long, sticky strands of juice, all over his hands and down to the floor.

  “God fucking dammit, little girl,” Carter groaned behind me. “Such a wet little pussy, such a good little girl.”

  I felt him push inside me. No warning, just his full cock inside me until I felt stretched so wide open I wanted to scream. But the only sound that came from my lips was a muffled, needy little moan.

  “Look at her, Angel,” Carter ordered me. “Look into her fucking eyes while I fuck you.”

  I looked up at the maid.

  She was biting her bottom lip, her face flushed, the scar stark against her otherwise porcelain skin. Her hand was on her thigh, moving under the skirt of her uniform. I wanted to scream, but I felt myself drip instead.

  “You’re soaking my cock, little Angel,” he told me from behind me. “You love having an audience, don’t you? Filthy little slut.”

  He pulled out of me and I really cried then, soft little sobs, not even knowing whether I wanted him to stop, or push back inside me.

  And then I felt him higher up, pushing his tip against a hole so tight and puckered I knew it would never fit.

  “Please!” I cried out. “Don’t, please, I’m scared … please.”

  “It’s okay,” he whispered in my ear, his hand holding my cheeks in a possessive way. “Spit in my hand, Angel, spit in it a lot so I don’t hurt you too much.”

  I cried when I did it, covering his palm in my spit and tears.

  And then it went back and even Carolina gasped when he smeared my ass wet, lubing his cock next. I could tell from the sounds, but I didn’t dare look away from her. She looked scared, her eyes wild and her lips parted. Scared for me…

  “Tell her how it feels,” Carter said, and then his tip was pushing inside my virgin ass and I was screaming so loud I couldn’t even tell it was my own voice anymore.

  But only for a few seconds, and then he was inside me, all the way. I’d never felt so full, and I thought I would never catch my breath again. I gasped over and over, begging, pleading without words, my eyes on the maid’s as her fingers fucked her own cunt and my master fucked my asshole.

  It was too much. It didn’t hurt anymore, but it was so damn intense I thought I would pass out from the sheer pleasure, the fullness, the absolute submission as I dropped to my elbows and raised my ass for him. I sobbed softly, not because he was hurting me, but because I knew it was where I belonged. On my knees, crawling beside him everywhere he went. And knowing that, in the moment, was more painful than having my ass fucked for the first time by a man I was supposed to hate.

  I couldn’t hate him.

  I couldn’t hurt him.

  I could never leave him.

  He wasn’t just a man. He wasn’t just Carter Knight. He was my daddy now, he was everything I wanted, and he owned every part of my body, every hole, every goosebump on my feverish skin. When he fucked my ass, taking my last virginity, I knew I belonged to him. I knew he’d broken me, and I knew he’d reaped everything I had to offer.

  And the knowledge burned me as he fucked me.

  Ass to pussy.

  Pussy to ass.

  He fucked one hole once, then the other. Back to my ass, back to my cunt. He fucked me raw, without protection, not giving a shit about wearing a condom, not giving a damn that I wasn’t even on birth control anymore, not since I came to his house. He just fucked me like I was another pretty toy on his shelf, another doll for him to play with, and put back together after every single time he’d broken me down. And we both loved it.

  Until I broke down some more. All the pieces of me, the girl I’d built from ashes and glass shards, coming apart on his cock, as another woman watched.

  I turned into an animal. I wasn’t a little girl anymore, yet it was exactly what I wanted to be. I wanted to be the innocent child whose life this man had ruined. The girl who lost her parents, her home, her everything, because of the man who was now taking the last thing she had.

  Her body.

  I screamed.

  I screamed so loud I thought my eardrums would pop, and blood rushed through every part of my body, flooding me with so much adrenaline I felt invincible. I pulled away, and there was nothing he could have done to stop me.

  Carter’s cock slipped from my ass painful
ly and I was on him, toppling him over, screaming, sobbing, cursing, scratching at him so wildly I broke several fingernails in the process.

  I attacked him like an animal and I hurt him like it was my only goal in life. It took both of them to get me off, and even when Carolina held me back, I couldn’t fucking stop screaming, kicking my legs, desperate to get back, to finish him, to scratch every surface of his body and watch his beautiful ink bleed, not black, but fucking red.

  “What are you doing?” the maid whispered in my ear. “Calm down, calm down, calm down.”

  I couldn’t. I watched him pick himself up from the floor, glaring at me with shock, his cock still hard as a rock as he came for me.

  I’d scratched deep, long wounds into his torso, all over his arms. Even one scratch across his face that was dripping blood down his chin, making me proud of my actions. He came for me, binding my arms behind my back, his grip so firm I couldn’t move an inch.

  “Leave,” he barked at Carolina, and she nearly toppled over herself in an effort to get away as fast as she possibly could.

  And then it was just us.

  My bleeding, bruised heart and the man who stamped all over it.

  “What the fuck,” he muttered, holding me close, even though I was resisting him wildly. “Why did you do that, Angel? Why on earth did you fucking do that?”

  I started sobbing. Crying so heavily I couldn’t differentiate between emotions anymore, until the only thing that mattered was my next breath, because I could barely get the oxygen into my lungs. He held my throat, gently this time, his eyes on mine, steady, deep and understanding.

  “Deep breaths,” he said. “Deep, Angel. Very deep. Come on, breathe with me, little girl. From deep inside.”

  I tried, getting cut off by my sobs every single time. But he wouldn’t give up. He just held me like that, his fingers firm but gentle around my throat, and he made me breathe despite them, or maybe because of them squeezing my neck.

  I realized how badly I’d fucked up, and I knew he was going to punish me in ways I would never forget. I didn’t even understand what had happened, but I knew he’d pushed me too far, I knew I had to hurt him, to show him how much he had hurt me, even though he didn’t know the real reasons.

  “Good girl, see how well you can breathe when you stop crying?” he asked me. His voice was soft, deceiving. I shut my eyes tightly and filled my lungs, and I ignored the fear screaming at me in my head.

  He’s going to punish you.

  He’s really mad now.

  You’re going to get hurt. So. Fucking. Badly.

  I sobbed one last time, and he pulled me against him, his hand stroking my hair so gently it felt like a farce. I struggled, and he finally let me go. I moved away like a wildling, and stared at him, panicking.

  “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said placatingly. “Not right now, Evangeline. I just want to know what the fuck happened here. Will you tell me, little girl?”

  I took several steps back and then I ran. Turned my back on him and ran all the way to my room, to the cage.

  I locked it from the inside and prayed it would keep me safe from the monsters of my past, and the monster in the playroom.

  There wasn’t a sign of him as I curled up into a little ball in the corner, still naked and shivering so much I felt like my body was spasming.

  I waited for the punishment, and waited for the pain.

  I knew that the longer I waited, the more he would hurt me.

  But Daddy never came for me.

  And that night, sleeping in the cage, I felt lonelier than ever before.

  Thirteen

  Carter

  She fucking confused me.

  Evangeline was the most disobedient, nasty little toy I’d ever had, and yet I couldn’t get enough of her. For every time she defied me and I should’ve spanked that ass raw, she made me want her more. Made me want to make her submit, fall to her knees and pledge to me her fucking obedience. And I knew I’d never stop working towards it until she offered it up to me or I took it, just like I had her last virginity.

  I’d mostly ignored her for the day, if I didn’t count the too many times I looked at her on the cameras installed in her room. But now it was the next day, and I had another business meeting on the cards. This time, it was with none other than Barron Savage, the very man that sold me my pretty toy.

  Savage was a man of many tricks, and while he was one of the founding members of Empire Sin, he also ran a legitimate business which I often did deals with. And that was why we were supposedly meeting that day, though I had a suspicion the old man would try to sneak in some questions about my little girl.

  I spent the day in meetings, and skipped my lunch break when the last one ran over. By the time I was supposed to meet Savage, I was irritable, annoyed and hungry as fuck. We were meeting in our building this time, and him and his entourage were waiting in the conference room when my personal assistant showed me to the room.

  She brought out some coffee and we made some polite small talk.

  I couldn’t help but notice the man was a fucking mess. His hands were shaking, his thoughts obviously on everything but the deal we were supposed to be making. I picked up my coffee and grinned at him over the rim of the cup, both of us knowing exactly what was on his mind.

  “You want to tell me what’s bothering you?” I asked him. “If my PA messed up the coffee again, I’ll fire her ass. You can watch.”

  “No, the coffee is fine,” he replied, his voice strained as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket. “I’m just feeling… a little under the weather lately.”

  “Something on your mind?” I set my cup down and gave him a blank look.

  I knew I was torturing the poor bastard, and I fucking enjoyed it, too. But one of the unspoken rules of Empire Sin was, you didn’t speak about anything related to the club unless it was a meeting specifically for that. And especially not in front of non-members.

  I glanced at the entourage that came with Savage. I didn’t recognize any of them.

  He saw me look around, and his voice was strained when he asked his posse to wait for him in the lobby downstairs. Once they were gone, his posture improved and he seemed to relax a bit. Not that I gave a shit. I was here to make a business decision, not speak about his former property. Evangeline was my toy now, and our contract didn’t say a word about exchanging intimate details about the girl.

  “So, I’ll need a week to think about it,” I told Savage as I scanned the papers in front of me. “It’s a big investment, I’m not sure–”

  “How is she?” His voice was uncertain and rough, and I looked up from the papers with surprise.

  “Who do you mean?” I asked, feigning surprise, and he practically growled, obviously irritated by my ignorance.

  “Don’t be a fucking dick, Knight,” he said. “I want to know how my girl is doing.”

  I grinned at him and stretched my arms.

  “Far as I fucking know, Savage,” I said easily, “she’s my girl now, not yours. And our contract doesn’t state you should be given information about her.”

  “You fucking bastard,” he snarled, slamming his fist on the table.

  I was taken aback. I’d had a lot of interactions with Savage, not least of which included buying toys, and I’d never seen him react this way. She must’ve been really special to him.

  “What do you want to know?” I asked him, giving him a long look. He was very obviously agitated.

  “Are you taking care of her?” he barked, and I nodded.

  “She’s well taken care of,” I told him. “She has everything she could possibly want.”

  “Is she happy?”

  His next question made me shrug and grin.

  “As happy as a girl like her can possibly be,” I told him with a smile. “Look, Savage, she did this willingly, didn’t she? You didn’t force her to sell herself, did you?”

  “Of course not,” he spat out. “You should’ve heard me trying to
convince her not to do it. She’s got a mind of her fucking own.”

  “I’ve fucking noticed,” I muttered to myself. “Anyway, about the timeline on this deal…”

  “Have you fucked her again?” His voice was desperate, his eyes swimming in blackness as he stared at me. “I need to know if you’ve fucked her.”

  “Of course I’ve fucked her, Barron,” I replied, my voice pleasant. “She felt damn tight around my cock, too.”

  “Her mouth too? And her ass?” He was getting out of breath, the old fucking pervert.

  “Everything, Savage,” I said with a grin. “She’s all mine now. She’s had me in every sweet hole.”

  He tugged at his tie as if it wasn’t letting him breathe, and I filed through the papers, giving him a moment to compose himself. He was making a damn fool of himself in front of me, and it wasn’t a good look.

  “I have a new girl,” he finally managed to say. “She’s just your type, Knight.”

  “Oh?” I looked up, my eyes dancing over his face. He seemed sincere, and if it was a ploy to get something out of me, it didn’t look like it. We seemed to be safely off the topic of Evangeline for the time being.

  “Her name’s Charlie Rousseau,” he said. “She’s a dancer in the club at the moment, and she’s expressed an interest in being sold. She’s just your type… Dark hair, pale, light eyes. I brought pictures.”

  He reached into his briefcase, and I stopped him in his tracks.

  “Who else is interested in this girl?” I asked roughly.

  Savage grinned at me. “Beaumont.”

  Beaumont… Etienne Beaumont. They called him Beau, even though it was the last thing that came to mind when you looked at him. He seemed more alike to Beast than Beauty, with a large scar that rendered him blind in one eye, and ruined his once handsome face.

  He wasn’t known to be particularly kind, and not particularly gentle, either.

  “Has he met her?” I asked Savage, my voice strained. He shook his head.