Page 21 of Brutal Prince

“I…”

“Don’t say a word,” I bit. I was confused by Ollie’s betrayal. I thought he was here to protect me.

As logic settled in, I started to persuade myself that there’s no way Ollie saw the man standing there. And if he did, I’m sure he would’ve startled and told the guy to quit perving. Yet he didn’t, instead he kept going, almost getting off on it. Almost.

His actions seemed calculated, deliberate. Not necessarily spurred on, but forced to carry on and pretended he was getting off on it.

“Ugh!” my head was spinning.

After making the bed, I sat in a heap on the edge waiting for my job to be delivered to me.

“Sorry,” Ollie’s apology seemed heartfelt as he parked his ass next to me.

“What for?”

“For…” he rubbed the back of his head with his hand, messing up his already disheveled hair, “upsetting you.”

I shot him a tight smile to let him know I was okay, even then my insides were flipping out. What the fuck had I gotten into here?

The phone on the nightstand rang and I jumped out of my skin. Ollie got up to answer it. “Yep,” he grunted and hung the phone up. “We’ve been told to leave.”

“Oh?”

Passing through the foyer the same man from last time stood behind the counter in his shiny vest and perfectly ironed shirt. “I was given a job,” I told him as I approached the counter.

“Yes, you were,” he promptly replied without looking up from his computer screen. “You just failed.”

Heat surged up my neck to my cheeks. “I’m sorry about that,” feeling so embarrassed. Obviously the masked man told him what Ollie and I were doing on the bed. “Will I be given another chance?”

Still his eyes refused to shift from the screen. “That’s not up for me to decide.”

ELEVEN

Dominus

I Googled the name Bruno in Kingston Valley and only twelve possibilities came up.

Six were immediately eliminated. One was a white Newfoundland dog with own social media pages and quite a large following, three were kids and two were elderly men. Which left six possibilities and even then, they weren’t Vic’s type.

I began searching further afield to Detroit, even Chicago which unleashed a minefield of Brunos both first names and surnames. I gave up looking after that. If she wanted to have sordid fun with some gorilla-sapian then why should I stop her.

Except…

It irritated the living shit out of me.

To take my mind off the bitch, I relaxed back into my chair to watch Cattus and her oaf boyfriend having awkward sex in the hotel room. After watching the first five minutes, I threw my phone down in disgust.

It was awful.

Beyond awful.

However…her tidy body moving over his giant member was incredibly tantalizing. Her buttocks like perfect peaches and her breasts were small and perky. Skin milky and smooth.

My cock throbbed against my zipper, so I ripped it out to rub myself down while watching the pathetic scene over and over again. Little Cattus is all grown up and well, apart from the sweet pixie hair, she’s just as dull as her degenerate father.

Yet I couldn’t deny the pull she had on me and wondered if she’d be interested in being a part of my harem, since there’s an opening. Oh and I heard recently that Quartus’ body has been found, naked and stashed under a bush beside a road heading north. Going by the police report some small mammals had a go at her. Obviously, the stench of her cheap perfume failed to deter the critters.

My phone rang. Vanderbilt. I ejaculated into my hand, wiped my cum on a Kleenex and answered the phone.

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