Vengeance: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Empire Sin)

by Isabella Starling

  “Carter,” she said in her high-pitched, always slightly panicked voice that made me nervous as fuck. “Your father told me to call you and let you know he isn’t coming in this morning.”

  I rubbed my temples and sighed out loud. Of course this would fucking happen.

  As much as I hated my father butting in on meetings, I knew it was an annoying necessity. He was still the head of the company, and it looked good for him to show at least a little bit of interest.

  “And why is that?” I asked her, trying not to get into an argument. “He’s not feeling well again?”

  Another night of boozing and fucking, probably.

  “He’s not, no,” Mom said, her voice heavy. She loved him, I’d known that all along. It was the reason she stuck with him through anything and everything. That and the money he wired into her shopping account weekly.

  “Mom, I can’t deal with this now,” I said roughly. “I have to go, I’m on my way to work.”

  “He’s very ill, Carter,” she said pointedly. “The least you could do is support your father a little, you know.”

  “I’ll do my best,” I replied, my tone was as chilly as I felt when I thought of my father. “Give him my best, Mom. Talk to you later.”

  I ended the call just as we pulled up in front of the building. I took the elevator to the top floor and walked into the meeting, this time a few minutes early. I liked being well prepared for these things, and I went through the numbers quickly before everyone else came in.

  Once again, I was shocked by the way Van Der Meer’s employees spent the company money.

  We’d made the necessary changes, informing them only one person would be going on those work trips, but their costs were still through the roof. I couldn’t possibly understand how one person could spend so much on food and accommodation. I needed to get to the bottom of it.

  I was still staring at the papers, the numbers dancing in front of my eyes, when the rest of the team joined me in the conference room. The meeting was well underway before I brought up the subject of Van Der Meer. It seemed like Lloyd, one of the investors, was shooting every possible question in my direction, and I was struggling to stay focused.

  It wasn’t just the thoughts of my sick, absent father that distracted me. It wasn’t my poor mom either. I was thinking about Evangeline, the whole time.

  The way her body looked almost luminous in the morning light. The way her body clung to mine like I was the only one who could save her from drowning. She was such a special little girl, and it was going to mean trouble for us when I had to get rid of her. I knew that much already.

  I argued with Lloyd about the costs, still not understanding where those crazy expenses were coming from. We wrapped up the meeting with all of us in a fucking foul mood, but at least it was a Friday, and it meant a whole weekend away from those fuckers. I was relieved about that, and I wanted to spend the next two days with Angel’s legs wrapped around my shoulders and her pussy soaking my beard.

  By the time I got home, I was tired and irritable. Carolina only gave me a fleeting glance before scurrying along, and she didn’t mention any problems with my little toy. I took the stairs two at a time, and was shocked to find her room spotless.

  The bookcases were empty, but all traces of the torn pages were gone, and the room was clean and tidy.

  I felt her standing behind me, and turned around to look at her. I couldn’t not notice. She was the intoxicating scent in the air, the start of my heartbeat. She was everything.

  She stood before me wearing one of my shirts that barely covered her ass, and nothing else. She was pulling on a strand of dark hair, and she looked beautiful. The sleeves of the shirt were much too long for her petite body.

  “Hi,” she said softly. “I cleaned up… the mess I made yesterday.”

  “Good girl,” I told her, and she smiled. “I’m glad you did, Angel. I’m fucking tired now, and I’ll have to look at some numbers before we can play. Come to my study with me?”

  It wasn’t really a question, which I’m sure both of us understood, but she still nodded. I took her hand and led her into the study.

  I took off my jacket and got out the numbers again, patting my lap for her to join me on my office chair. She tore her gaze away from the photos on my wall, and sat on my lap demurely, with her legs on one side.

  “Straddle me, toy,” I told her, my fingers digging into her thigh. I wanted to feel her perfect, naked pink pussy against my crotch.

  She did as she was told, and the shirt rode up as she settled on my lap with her hands around my shoulders.

  “Daddy has to work something out,” I told her, trying to hold the fuck back. “You can sit here and wait, okay, little girl?”

  She nodded and moaned softly as I adjusted below her. I looked at the papers in my hands and she cuddled close, her hot little mouth breathing heavily against my neck.

  It was impossible to concentrate, having her on my lap like that.

  Especially once she started fucking grinding on me.

  Her pretty pussy was so fucking wet she soaked the front of my pants in seconds. I pretended to read the papers but my mind was on her, the way she moved her hips, gently rocking on my lap and trying to get herself off with the friction. Such a naughty little girl.

  “Daddy,” she whispered after a while.

  “Shh,” I scolded her, pulling on her hair to remind her of her place. “I have work to do, little one. Once I’m done, we can play.”

  “Can I help?” She nibbled on my ear and my hands slid up her back. I wanted her riding my cock, and I wanted her to soak my balls, but I had to deal with business first.

  “Not really, little girl,” I told her. “It’s just some numbers.”

  “I’ve helped before,” she teased me, and I reached up, pinching her nipple until she gasped.

  “You helped without an invitation,” I told her. “And how did you know you helped, anyway?”

  “Carolina told me.” She grinned at me wickedly, the little tease. “I talked to her for a while yesterday.”

  “Making friends, I see,” I smiled. “Okay, pretty baby, look at these papers and tell me what you see.”

  She turned around on my lap eagerly and took the papers from my hands, her eyes scouring the pages. She spent several minutes tracing the numbers with her finger, and then she giggled.

  “What is it?” I asked, nuzzling her neck.

  “Look, right here.” She pointed to the paper. “It says the name of the suite he booked. Who is this guy that’s doing the traveling?”

  “Just some director of a sector,” I shrugged. “Middle-aged, married, few kids. Don’t know much about him, only met him briefly.”

  “His poor wife.” She shook her pretty head and I gave her a confused look. She looked at me and giggled again, taking my hand and pointing it to the name of the hotel. “See? Right here. He booked the honeymoon suite.”

  “That does… seem odd,” I said, feeling perplexed. “Why would he do that?”

  “My guess?” she gave me a cheeky look. “He’s cheating on his wife, and taking a woman on these trips with him. That’s why the costs are so high. He’s wining and dining her on company money twice a week!”

  “That’s insane.” I took the papers from her and started at them while she kissed my neck, her lips driving me crazy. But I needed to focus.

  And the more time I spent staring at the numbers, the more sense it made.

  The guy was using company funds to fuck some side piece while his wife waited at home.

  “This is incredible, Evangeline,” I muttered. “I can’t believe I missed that.”

  “I think he’s even buying her gifts with company money,” she said. “See, here? He’s disguising them as gifts for clients, but I’ve never seen anyone spend thousands at Louis Vuitton for a client.”

  “Incredible,” I repeated, setting the papers aside and grinning at her. “You’re fucking incredible, pretty little toy.”

 
; “Thank you, Daddy.” She looked shy for a second, but I pulled her against me.

  “Looks like you worked your way out of that punishment,” I said against her ear, and she squirmed. I held her still.

  “I don’t think so,” she giggled. “I think I deserve a reward.”

  “A reward?” I smoothed down her hair. This was unusual for us. This… easy, carefree interaction without any games. I guess we were half-pretending the problems in our relationship didn’t exist. “What could a pretty little toy like you want?”

  She twirled a strand of hair around her fingers and looked up at me with fear in her eyes.

  “I’d like to go outside,” she said softly, and my heart panged for her.

  She hadn’t even been in the garden yet. She was stuck in the house, never able to live. I underestimated the fact that she was still human, and essentially, I was holding her captive.

  “Okay,” I said gently. “Where would you like to go, little one?”

  “My favorite place in the world.” She grinned. “Will you let me show you, Daddy?”

  I stared at her beautiful eyes, pondering my answer.

  “Yeah,” I finally said. “I think I will.”

  Sixteen

  Evangeline

  I couldn’t sit still for the ride there.

  I didn’t want to tell Carter where we were going, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I just gave him the address and the driver took us there himself. I wore a pretty summer dress I’d found in my closet, and it felt good against my naked skin. Carter didn’t let me wear underwear, but I didn’t fight it. Instead, I giggled when his hand brushed my naked thigh in the car. It felt nice.

  Being so excited almost didn’t feel natural. I’d spent most of my life worrying about getting revenge, feeling the wrath of everything that had happened in the short time I’d been alive. But for that night, I decided to let myself live in the moment and stop worrying about anything and everything. I just wanted to enjoy the night with him, and worry about the consequences the next morning.

  “So where exactly are we going?” he asked me, his hand resting on my lap.

  I looked away from the window and smiled at him. “I can’t tell you yet, but you’re going to see soon. And I think you’ll like it.”

  He pondered this information as I looked back outside. The city was flying past us as we drove through. The spot we were going to was technically still in the city, but it was a bit farther away from the center. I was so excited, I couldn’t hold back from telling Carter a little bit more about it.

  “I used to come here a lot,” I said, my voice soft. His fingers tightened on my thigh and I gave him a fleeting look before fixing my gaze on the spot where his fingers dug into my skin. “With my mom and dad. We came here a lot when I was a kid.”

  “You never talk about them,” he said thoughtfully and I shook my head. I couldn’t say anything, it was too painful.

  He made me look up at him, and I blinked away the tears that had gathered in my eyes.

  “One day, little toy,” he said affectionately. “One day I’ll find out every single thing there is to know about Evangeline Lovell.”

  “Maybe,” I smiled, his words suddenly feeling cryptic in the confines of the car.

  Just then, we pulled up in front of the address I’d given him. From here, it was only a short walk to our destination.

  He helped me out of the car and I let him hold my hand as I guided him towards my favorite spot in the world. I hadn’t been there in years. Perhaps over a decade. Mom rarely brought me there alone.

  We rounded the corner and my eyes widened as we took in the sights.

  The Ferris wheel caught my eye right away, standing proud in the middle of the amusement park, like a big mechanical beast. The merry-go-round was still there, too, and so was the arcade, at least from where I could see. But unlike the last time I’d been there, all of it was dark and quiet. There wasn’t a single soul there, and a large iron gate barred us from entering the site.

  “Oh no.” My bottom lip trembled as I wrapped my hands around the gate. “I didn’t know they’d closed it down.”

  Carter dusted off the sign leading into the site, and read the name off it. “Fantasy Fair. Looks like it’s seen better times.”

  I felt miserable, like I was going to crumple in on myself. I’d really been looking forward to seeing the park again, and I’d gotten all worked up about it. Now, it felt like such a huge disappointment I could barely stay upright. It felt draining.

  “Come on, little toy,” Carter said placatingly. “I’ll take you out to dinner instead. We’ll still have a good time, I promise.”

  Reluctantly, I followed him back towards the car. If the driver was surprised by our sudden return, he didn’t show it.

  We got into the car and I was silent as Carter gave him the instructions. We were going into the city now, and I felt sad and underdressed for the restaurant we pulled up in front of. At least Carter was wearing a shirt and appropriate trousers. He rolled his sleeves down, hiding the ink that covered his forearms. I felt so out of place.

  He helped me out of the car and then into the restaurant. I felt so many pairs of eyes on me, it felt daunting. Socialites, beautiful women I could never compare to in my simple sundress and ballet flats. I felt silly, and I felt foolish.

  Carter led me inside, where they gave us the best table. It seemed as if it was enough for him to flash a smile to get exactly what he wanted. And his name would open any door for him in case that didn’t work.

  We were sat down across from each other, and the long tablecloth draped over my legs. Sadness overtook me as Carter ordered for us, a bottle of wine so expensive it made me do a double take at the menu, and some food he promised me I would enjoy. And once the waiter left, he must’ve noticed how miserable he was, but he didn’t do a thing. Instead, he told me to wait while he made a call.

  He was gone for almost ten minutes. I sat there feeling so very sad, and with the eyes of every woman in the restaurant glued to me. They snickered and laughed, probably wondering what Carter was doing there with a girl half his age. He could’ve had anyone he wanted – why would he settle for me? It didn’t make any sense.

  He finally returned what felt like ages later, not paying any attention to my bad mood. Instead, he poured me some cider – non-alcoholic, which only served to remind me that I was younger than him and could never compare to the other women he’d had.

  “Evangeline,” he said, and I looked up at him, trying not to let my sadness show. “I need you to do something for me now.”

  “What?” I asked, my voice about as excited as I felt about the task.

  “You’re going to touch that pretty cunt for me.”

  I blushed deeply as he wiped his mouth with a fabric napkin. I looked around us nervously, but it didn’t look like anyone had heard.

  “I want you to come by the time the food gets here. I’ll count down for you, pretty little toy,” he smirked at me.

  “Please, no…” I looked around us, feeling the blush creeping up my neck. “I don’t want to, not in front of everyone. Please…”

  “Please what?” he asked, looking careless as hell. “And did you magically forget what you’re supposed to call me, slut?”

  I could feel the couple next to us sneaking glances. They couldn’t hear us, but they were definitely curious.

  “If you don’t obey me,” he said. “We’ll have to repeat our little experiment from a week ago. Except this time, we’ll go for forty, not twenty.”

  I stared at him, letting the anger boil inside me.

  “Now, little toy,” he said simply. “Are your fingers between your legs yet?”

  I wanted to hit him.

  But instead, I pushed the fabric of my dress aside, opened my legs a little and touched my swollen pussy. I didn’t want to, but I moaned so lightly only Carter could hear.

  “Good girl,” he praised me, just as his phone rang. “Keep fucking touching. Countdow
n starts now. Twenty-five.”

  I fingered myself, and my eyes rolled back.

  “Twenty-four. Oh, look,” he said with a wicked grin, flashing me his phone. “Daddy dearest is calling. Twenty-three. Better take it. Twenty-two, twenty-one. Hurry up, toy.”

  I moaned at the sight of Barron’s name on the screen, and Carter answered his phone.

  His hand sneaked under the tablecloth, and his fingers forced my own hand deeper inside me. I gasped out loud, eliciting more looks. I wanted to hurt him physically for this, but instead I just gave him a dirty look as he chatted on the phone.

  “Well, yes, Barron,” he said pleasantly. “She’s sitting right across from me. Twenty. She’s a little busy right now, though. Nineteen. Yes, I’ll tell her you said hello.”

  He kept chatting, counting down for me. As he talked, I stared at him and my fingers worked my cunt until my breaths were short and needy. He was getting me off, and he knew it. His eyes were evil as he looked at me. He was really going to humiliate me like this, in front of fucking everyone.

  He was down to ten when he ended the call. And down to five when I saw the waiter coming over with our food.

  I was whispering by then, a mixture of soft pleading noises begging for who knows what, and his name. Never Daddy though. I was too scared right there in front of everyone.

  “Look at me, toy. Four.” His voice was commanding and I struggled to keep my eyes open, my soaked fingers working towards my climax. He was so painfully handsome. “Three. Keep fucking going. Two. You’ll come for me on one, and you’ll say what we both know you want to call me. Clear?”

  “Y-yes,” I whispered. “Please, please…”

  “Please what?” He took a sip of his wine, taking his damn time. It was driving me insane. “Tell me, little girl.”

  “Please hurry,” I begged.

  “Don’t forget the magic word,” he grinned. “One.”

  “Daddy!”

  “Here’s your fillet–”

  I gasped over and over again, leaning against my chair, my hand flopping uselessly to the side. Carter laughed out loud as I came, bright fireworks exploding before my eyes and making me groan. Everyone was looking and I didn’t give a shit. I merely giggled as I came down from it, and the waiter placed our food on our table.