Page 10 of To Curse A Knight

Knowing my hedonistic castle was to be transformed into a den of sexual slavery turned the acid in my stomach to lava, but I would have to endure this place one more day.

One more day before…

For the first time, I didn’t have the answer to where my next day would take me. I had to trust inMi Reinaand the man who should be my greatest enemy. Here I stood, putting full faith in two people who would have handsomely profited if they’d buried me in a shallow grave outside the city.

Instead, Kellan had offered me a dignified end, and she—she fought for my honor when I had nothing left to give. They were now the only allies I had in this world, unaffected by the poisonous taint of my parents’ touch.

Kellan had entrusted me with his greatest secret; I would carry it to my grave. I could only ask for the gift of time to avenge his enemies before I rested there.

If either of you dies, Kellan, I might as well be dead, too.

The words were recorded in my mind and imprinted on my soul. Wherever fate led me, my path was destined to be intertwined with hers, and through that admission—his.

I was not a hopeful man, nor a trusting one. Resignation was not pushing me forward. Faith in her—and him, by proxy, would lead me through this next phase of uncertainty. I would hide in the shadows while they played their pieces on the board. Then I would bury my parents in the coffins I’d promised them.

The Irishman, however—that man would not live under my watch.Mi Reinabelieved he could be manipulated to be useful—I would not hesitate to slit his throat if he proved otherwise.

“Mr. Rodriguez?”

The short blonde woman—Rosa—who ran the front end of Club 7, interrupted my thoughts, her squeaky voice at odds with her sultry exterior.

Her eyes darted nervously across my battered face; the cuts and bruises were healing and covered with a high-quality foundation, but still visible. Fear crossed her features, confusing me. I was not a man to admire, but I’d garnered respect from my employees, if nothing else. Never fear.

“I’m sorry, sir, we weren’t—ah—expecting you this evening. She is not ready for you.”

My attendee—the woman whose name I still did not know—whom I hadn’t seen since the ribbon cutting, when she’d mysteriously appeared in the crowd.

I’d remained committed toMi Reina. I had not touched the woman since I’d failed to get my cock up in her presence the last time. I was resigned to my future with a woman who wanted me, but wouldn’t commit to me, and found myself uninterested in the cunt of another.

In my current circumstances, I would likely only receive gratification from the touch of my own hand and the vivid memories of her riding me into the carpet of my office.

“I am not here for pleasure.” I brusquely moved past Rosa into the stairwell behind her that led to my office on the floor above. “I will only be here for an hour to review some paperwork. Please do not disturb me.”

Her nod was hesitant, but she said nothing else, so I left her to play host to our guests. Wednesdays were quiet, but she’d be busy enough with the regular clientele to ensure I wasn’t interrupted.

The office was a glorified closet; the tight space offered a desk, a chair, and a few cabinets behind a locked door. My father and I were the only two people with access.

Surprise filled me as I unlocked the door and found I was not alone.

A male figure sat at the end of the desk, his trousers down around his ankles; a dark head of black hair bobbed between his legs.

The woman obviously worked here, dressed in the Club 7 uniform—a micro-pleated black skirt and black sequined bustier, with red sequined 4-inch stilettos tied around her feet. Employees could only service clientele in the provided rooms downstairs, as a protective measure. Whatever this was, it was not a client call.

My father’s taunting grin, a grin too close to my own when I bothered to smile, stared back at me. It molded into a vicious sneer, reinforcing my thirst for blood and revenge.

I said nothing as the woman completed her task. Vicente’s eyes finally left mine and rolled upward as he forced his putrid cum down her waiting throat.

“Tonto,” he purred, as he gripped the woman’s jaw in a tight hand and pulled her to her feet, cutting off her air supply as he did so. Her body jerked forward, the lack of oxygen causing her limbs to spasm in my father’s hold.

Within seconds, I was upon them. I ripped her from his grasp and shoved her behind me. One look at her face told me she was my regular attendee.

Aside from the rage I felt at her mishandling, our contract stated clearly that she was mine and mine only. She was not to be touched; whether or not I was fucking her, she was paid handsomely, and the agreement was still in place.

Her selection today had been intentional.

A furious growl escaped my lips and I scowled at the half-naked man smirking back at me. Vicente’s figurative balls were far larger than his physical set, the shriveled sacs hanging from the desk like the pathetic disappointments they were.

“She is not to be touched,Veijo.” I stepped into his space and loomed over his body as he made no attempt to pull his pantsback up. “Cover yourself and leave. I am still building your coffin.”

---