Vengeance: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Empire Sin)

by Isabella Starling

  But mommy wasn’t getting better, not like the little girl. Instead, she was only getting worse and worse, until it seemed like she, too, was just a shell of the person she used to be.

  She came home later and later each night.

  And then one night, she didn’t come home at all.

  Barron was very worried, and so was the little girl. They went around town together trying to find her mother, and their last stop was the seedy bar where she used to work. It was there that they found her.

  She’d collapsed in the bathroom of the bar, a needle poking out of her arm which was nasty, black and blue. Her eyes were opened so wide it made the little girl cry. She was gone, Barron said, and he stopped the girl from hugging her mommy goodbye.

  He took her home after that. She didn’t want to leave her room for a very long time. She’d never felt more alone, knowing that her mommy was gone forever now, too.

  But Barron was amazing. He bought her gifts to cheer her up, stayed home from work and let her skip school so he could help her. And he told her, one night when he’d just finished reading her a bedtime story, that he would never let her go. He’d always be there to take care of her. He’d always be her daddy. So that’s what she started to call him.

  It was time for the little girl to grow up. She never thought about it very much, but now that both her parents were gone, Barron told her she’d have to be A Very Big Girl. A Very Good Girl. And that’s what she did.

  She excelled in school; she made him proud. And as the years passed and the little girl became a big girl, she became more and more curious, and then more and more angry.

  She’d researched her father’s history, looking into what she now knew to be his suicide.

  Her father worked for a large company called Knight Communications, and he did some terrible things which nearly collapsed the company when the girl was very little. The man who finally pointed a finger at him was Carter Knight. A young man who had just started working at his father’s company, and had condemned the girl’s father to death.

  He lost everything, and so did his family. But most of all, so did the little girl.

  Barron was the perfect daddy to her, and he did everything for her. But they both knew he’d never be able to replace the family she had lost, and sometimes it was so very painfully obvious. And sometimes, it hurt too much to think about. But Barron became everything. The sun her world revolved around, her daddy, her best friends.

  He paid for an expensive school she went to; he paid for everything she wanted.

  And the little girl never questioned it once.

  Not even when she caught him staring, swallowing harshly as he watched her grow and blossom before his eyes.

  She made herself forget, and she ignored her daddy’s hidden secrets.

  As the years passed, so her wrath grew. She was filled with so much anger she could barely hold it back, and she decided that she was going to get back at the man who ruined her life before it even started. She had the perfect plan to do it, too… And it was going to work, no matter what.

  Because getting vengeance was the most important thing the little girl had to do.

  There was nothing else to live for, anyway.

  I woke up with a moan escaping my lips.

  There were fingers between my legs, exploring my pussy, playing with my clit. I opened my eyes slowly, lazily, half caught in my dream and the other half still at the amusement park he’d lit up just for me.

  Carter grinned at me as I rubbed my eyes.

  “We’re almost home, little toy,” he told me. “You’re going to come for me before we get there.”

  “Please,” I muttered, nervously looking ahead to the driver. He was staring stoically ahead. “I don’t want him to see.”

  “He can’t see,” Carter said with a wink. “He probably will hear you, though. I know how loud my little girl gets.”

  His fingers probed deeper inside me and I whimpered, my dress a soaked mess around my thighs. He worked my pussy like he’d mastered the art, and soon enough, my legs were cramping up, holding his fingers captive.

  “Please,” I whispered again.

  “Please what?” His voice was gentle. “Beg for it.”

  “Please let me come.” I was so desperate already. He really knew exactly which buttons to press inside me.

  “That’s not all of it,” he reminded me, his fingers fucking me viciously and making me gasp out loud. “What else, toy?”

  “Please let me come, Daddy!” I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t scream, and he laughed at me trying to hold back.

  “Well, little toy,” he said slowly, his fingers continuing their evil assault. “I fuck sluts like sluts, and you’re going to come like one too.”

  I covered my mouth with my own palm when I felt it coming, but he ripped it away.

  I moaned louder than ever and for a few seconds, I didn’t even care at all. I just let it all out and I soaked his hand in my juices up to his wrist.

  “Good fucking girl,” he muttered. “More, toy. I want to see those pretty eyes water.”

  They did, after another orgasm and another minute of his exquisite torture.

  “There we go,” he said. “Daddy will use your body like a toy.”

  I didn’t even realize we’d stopped until a few gasps later.

  Carter had to help me out of the car, and I held his arm when I got out.

  The driver couldn’t even meet my eyes. He was red as a lobster, looking at the floor as if there was nothing to see at all. It made me giggle.

  Carter walked me inside, and when we were on my floor, his fingers lingering between my tits, gently touching the tender skin there.

  “I want to call him,” I said. “I want to call Barron. Is that okay?”

  My heart beat so loudly as I waited for his answer. Until my dream that night, I really hadn’t realized how desperate I was to speak to him again.

  Carter looked pissed off for some reason, and he brushed my hair off my chest, pulling my dress down until my tits spilled out of the top.

  “Why would you want that?” he growled at me, his fingers twisting my nipple painfully. I mewled in fear.

  “Please,” I begged. “It would mean a lot to me. Please…”

  He pulled on my nipple and held my hands behind my back as I struggled. And then he let go, and slapped my tit until I howled.

  “Fine,” he spat out. “But I’m fucking supervising.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  Nineteen

  Carter

  I had a bad feeling about that fucking phone call, and as it turns out, I was right to be worried.

  I led her into my study and sat her down in a big armchair. She looked so tiny in it and it made my cock swell with need as I stared with her. I gave her my phone with the number ready, she just had to press the call button. She looked up at me with her eyes wide open and so scared, and she looked almost painfully beautiful in her ruined little dress.

  “Are you going to stay?” she asked me in a sweet voice, and I nodded.

  “Actually,” I said. “You’re going to sit on my lap.”

  She giggled as I lifted her up, sat myself down and placed her on top of me. She was so fucking perfect, and she settled comfortably against me as she finally called Savage’s number.

  Her ear was pressed next to my chest, so close I could feel her heartbeat. And I could hear the dial tone as she waited for him to pick up.

  She fidgeted with her dress in my lap and bit her bottom lip nervously. I made her stop, gently smacking the side of her face and giving her a warning look. Perfect timing, because Savage picked up in time to hear me slapping his little girl.

  “Knight!” he barked into the phone. “What took you so long? Is this about the other girl you wanted to buy?” I could hear every word he was saying.

  My heart stopped for a second as Evangeline looked up at me. Her expression was so hurt, I wanted to kill the bastard for his fucking slip.

&nbs
p; “It’s me, Daddy,” she whispered, and I heard Savage exhale so loudly, it felt like he’d been holding it in since the moment he let her go.

  “Evangeline,” he said, the hurt in his voice plainly obvious. “Hi, sweetie. How are you? Where are you? Is everything okay? Is he treating you alright? Tell me everything.”

  “Yes, calm down,” she giggled. “I’m sorry I’m calling so early, I just really wanted to hear your voice.”

  She twirled a strand of hair around her pinkie, and there was a long silence on the other end of the line. I waited for him to go on.

  “Are you okay, sweetie?” he asked her, his voice strained. “He’s listening, isn’t he?”

  Her eyes flitted nervously to mine and I tried to keep my expression as impassive as I possibly could.

  “Yes,” she said. “It’s okay though, I’m really perfectly fine. I’m doing well.”

  “Evangeline,” he said roughly. “I don’t know how you can say that. You’re not where you belong. You and I, we both know you belong here with Daddy.”

  One more nervous look as I adjusted myself on the chair. He was pissing me right the fuck off, messing with my toy’s head like that. I didn’t fucking appreciate it.

  “I’m fine,” she said softly. “I promise. I think things could be okay, maybe… Someday.”

  “Evangeline.” His voice was desperate now. “Come back to me. Please, sweetie, I’ll do anything to have you back…”

  She blushed, chewing her bottom lip desperately again. She was nervous, too nervous to so much as glance up at me.

  “I don’t want to,” she said in the smallest of voices. So softly I could barely here, but the words were definitely there. And it made me so fucking proud, but it made Savage angry as fuck.

  “Sweetie, you don’t mean that,” he groaned. “He put that idea into that pretty head of yours, Evangeline, I know you’d never think of something like that yourself. I know how you feel about–”

  She pulled the phone away and covered it with her palm, muffling his next words.

  “He’s upsetting me, Daddy,” she whispered. She looked so fucking small and vulnerable like that, and I wanted to smash Savage’s face in for making her upset.

  “Let me have the phone,” I demanded, and she passed it over without another word.

  She held her knees to her chest and looked so sad, I wanted to comfort her. So I started smoothing her hair down while she held back her sobs. I think she was finally starting to accept that her life really was changing now. She didn’t belong to Savage anymore. She was my little girl now.

  “…And I know you’d never change your mind, sweetie. Daddy knows,” Savage went on, and I cut him off before he spewed more nonsense.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I told him, and I heard him huff and puff in anger.

  I grabbed the back of Evangeline’s hair and she gasped as I pushed her to the floor. Her eyes seemed to know what I wanted, though, and her shaky fingers reached for my belt buckle. She undid it slowly, pulling my belt open and unzipping my pants. And then she looked up at me, like the perfect little toy she was, checking to make sure it was okay to suck my dick like I wanted her to.

  I nodded at her, letting her know it was okay, and she got to work on my cock, her pretty mouth wrapping around my tip. I groaned, loud enough for Savage to hear.

  “Listen to me, Savage,” I said roughly, trying to focus on the conversation while she sucked me off. “You’re fucking making her anxious and stressing her the fuck out. It was my good mood letting her call you, so don’t make me regret it, or you won’t hear from the girl again.”

  “You fucking bastard,” he growled down the line. “Put her back on.”

  “You forget your place, Savage,” I replied coolly. Her tongue licked my tip, tasting my precum and my hand tangled in her hair. “I decide what she does now. She’s my fucking property. You were there when we signed the papers, you jackass.”

  “I can buy her back.” His voice was desperate, he really wanted this. It made me chuckle out loud. “Please… I have the money. I’ll pay anything you want. I need her back where she belongs.”

  I stroked Evangeline’s hair and stared at her with wonder.

  I realized I didn’t want to let her go, and no money in the world would make me change my mind.

  “No,” I replied simply. “You can’t have her back.”

  She looked up at me through heavy black lashes, and I stroked her cheek, urging her to go on by nodding.

  She sucked me deep inside this time, and I groaned down the line.

  “What the fuck are you doing, Knight?” Savage asked, his voice close to panic. “Are you hurting her right now? I swear to fucking God, I’m going to fucking kill you if you are.”

  “Calm down,” I told him, feeling slightly out of breath. “She’s fine. She’s right here, on the floor between my legs with her pretty little mouth stretched around my dick.”

  She wiggled her ass for me while she sucked and I gave her the fondest smile.

  “She’s a good little cocksucker,” I told Savage. “She’s becoming quite the fucking expert.”

  She looked at me again, flicked her tongue at my slit, and then gave me the cutest little giggle while he raged on the other end of the line. I loved pissing him off.

  “You’re a fucking jackass,” Savage roared into the phone. “I can’t believe I let you have her. I never should have let her go.”

  “I know,” I replied slowly. “What a fucking shame.”

  I stroked her cheek with my thumb and groaned when she moved back, a long string of precum and her own saliva connecting that pouty mouth to the tip of my cock.

  “And now make sure you stay on your best fucking behavior,” I reminded him. “If you want to talk to your little girl again. Got that?”

  He didn’t say a word, and it only made me laugh out loud. We both knew I held all the cards.

  “You really are a fucking moron for letting her go,” I told him gently, and finally cut the call.

  I let the phone go and tangled both hands in her hair, pulling her head onto my cock. She tried to pull back, but I wouldn’t let her. I held her down until she was choking, desperately struggling against me to get some air into her lungs and moaning like a little slut at the same time. I started moving my hips, fucking that warm, wet mouth of hers until I knew I was getting close to blowing my seed deep inside her throat.

  Then, I pulled her back by her hair and grinned at her, my breaths heavy and labored.

  “Tell me what you are,” I said, and she shivered so prettily for me.

  “Yours,” she whispered, and I tugged on her hair harder.

  “Yours, ouch, yours!” She bit her bottom lip. She knew exactly what I wanted her to say. “I’m your slut, Daddy.”

  “Good fucking girl.” I plugged her throat again and fucked it until I spilled it all into her mouth. And she was such a good little girl for me.

  She swallowed, and I felt it with my hand firmly on her throat. When she choked, she fought it as hard as she fucking could, so very desperate to impress me one more time. And she did. She never failed to leave an impression. This toy was so very special that I already knew it was going to be problematic.

  Once I was done, I pulled her up onto my lap, and she settled comfortably, licking her lips and every trace of my cum she had left on her full mouth.

  “Good girl,” I said, and she practically purred at the words. I’d noticed how much she liked being called that, and remembered it for times like these, when she’d done so very well.

  “Daddy?” Her voice was hesitant as I stroked her back.

  “What, little toy?” I asked her gently. I was feeling affectionate. If she wanted something, she was probably going to get it.

  “He said… something,” she said awkwardly. “On the phone. He said you wanted to buy another girl.”

  I stiffened under her and she chewed her bottom lip nervously, the words spilling from her mouth now.

  “I just
want to know,” she said. “I want to know if you’re going to replace me.”

  I could tell how nervous she was from the slight tremble in her stiff body.

  “It’s not true,” I muttered. “He offered to sell me another girl and I said no.”

  She fidgeted in my lap, and I made her look at me, because it was important that she believed me.

  “You’re different,” I told her gently. “You’re one of a kind, little toy.”

  She didn’t ask what that meant for our future, and I didn’t elaborate, either. Truth be told, I hadn’t even decided myself. This was unusual for me. She’d already been with me a while and I hadn’t done half the things I’d done to my other girls. She was making me fucking weak, and I wasn’t sure whether I liked it.

  “Do you…” She swallowed. “Do you care about me?”

  I smoothed her hair down and sighed before replying to her seemingly innocent question that was actually fucking loaded.

  “Yes,” I admitted. “I care about you, little toy.”

  Twenty

  Evangeline

  Carter told me he wouldn’t be home much the next few days. He was dealing with some important stuff at work, and even though I didn’t like it, I had to accept it.

  It was getting harder and harder to stick to my plan as the days went by. I wanted to commit desperately, but there was something going on between us that I could no longer deny, and sometimes it was impossible to fight it.

  I knew I was in too deep, and I knew I was getting too attached. Even though he’d admitted he cared for me, I knew he would never love me, not like a man should ever love a woman. He was only interested in hurting me, making me into his pretty little toy and making me follow his every command.

  But it did mean I’d gotten closer to Carolina.

  Spending days upon days alone, I needed a friend so very desperately. She seemed reluctant at first, refusing to so much as speak a word with me. But during the past few weeks, we’d managed to get a little bit closer and I was starting to discover a little bit more about her. We weren’t on friendly terms yet, but we had chatted once or twice before that day.