Page 46 of Soulless Deeds

Post-clean, Spencer snuggled deeper into her bed, looking so cosy and satisfied that I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Her auburn hair glowed in the lamplight, and her face was so settled in contentment that I wanted to hold her. Ihadto hold her. Just once—without the lingering mistrust and hatred shining from her eyes.

So, against my better judgement and at the risk of copping an elbow to the ribs, I hustled under the blanket and dragged Spencer against me, her limp form moulding into my side as if it was always meant to be there. She was settled in the crook of my arm, her hand laid heavy upon my chest as her sleeping face upturned to mine.

I waited for the remnants of my history to surface from her gentle touch. For familiar dread to take over. Yet, a minute passed. And then another.

Once my breathing regulated and my muscles laxed, I counted the freckles sprinkled over her nose. And when her eyelashes fluttered and her nose dug deeper into my neck, a small, involuntary smile tugged at the edge of my lips.

The only admittance I’d allow. Suddenly, a different type of fear took root, not from my past, more from the woman in my arms.

What the fuck am I doing?

Cuddling this woman after I gave her countless orgasms without receiving anything in return? Staring at her like some love sick fool.

Surely, I’d lost my senses to outright lust, right? Show me any man who could ever resist her while walking in onthat.

I had no chance. None.

Unfortunately, that reasoning did nothing to curb the crippling fear that continued to stir inside me.

Unwilling to let that emotion fester, I left.

XVIII

Spencer

Echo had been holed away in his office for sixty-eight minutes (not that I was checking the time or anything), accompanied by Sudo and that tramp with no fashion sense.

I remained at the kitchen counter, chewing on a strawberry, contemplating my next move. I wanted revenge—cravedto hurt Echo like he had me. So, I began dismantling his world piece by piece.

Everything he held dear, I was going to take, own or destroy. Until he was left withnothing.I was fucking him so thoroughly that when he finally came out of his dazed state, he would find his life in shambles and realise too late whatIhad done.

ThatI,Spencer King, nowownedhim.

I began with his manhood that held a spectacular reputation. Remi said the maidens of Serpents Row were in uproar as Echo claimed he was “too busy’” to service their virgin pussies like he used to. His last known tryst was well before our first intimacy, the thought making me giggle. His dick must have been on the verge of falling off from all the inaction he was putting the poor fella through. All because of widdle ol’ me. Still, I wasn’t about to take any chances, cockblocking him at every turn.

The next action in my game plan was his mistress. Over the past couple of weeks, I’d been working alongside Aster, her easy acceptance surprising. She didn’t hold back, the information I’d already gained invaluable. I was equipped with enough knowledge to overthrow Vice if the need arose. I didn’t know if it was a power play on her part or not. Either way, she was a formidable force to be taken seriously.

Aster was a predictable beast, her behaviours repetitive, bordering on obsessive. Her precision to detail obnoxiously displayed through her luxurious lifestyle and physically immaculate image—which wasn’t an attribute I’d consider a weakness. That same dedication was the exact component that made hergreat, elevating Vice into one of the highest positions of power in the city.

Echo took after his surrogate mummy, fawning after Aster like he was still attached to her tit.I don’t have to wonder where he inherited that stick shoved up his ass.His elitist air and calculated mind definitely were passed down—except more honed and dangerous due to his volatile nature.

Which made my stealing hiseverythingall the sweeter.

Thus culminating towards my brutal finishing move. I would rip Echo’s precious Vice right out of his delectable, killing hands.

Power was an instrumental construct in Echo’s life. His authority and dominion his greatest asset and an instinctual need he coveted above all else. I wanted him left withnone.

I was playing a dangerous game, and I was grandmaster. Though, this one felt different from the rest, the stakes higher, the players more adept than others I had faced before.

As I was preparing moves and calculating countermoves, I didn’t realise I was losing myself in the process.

I was determined to take every single slice, yet, I was unwilling to look at what those actions were demanding from me in return.

My fingertips tapped against the benchtop in a rhythmic beat, frustration simmering beneath the surface of my skin. I’d hardly seen my siblings, all our efforts focused on investigating a way into the Caverns as all access was locked tighter than Aster’s squinched up asshole. We were due another family meeting soon to hash out our findings.

Alternatively, Echo and I had made little progress since he had provided a helping hand—and tongue—to my frustrated libido. Despite living in the same apartment, Echo had primarily ignored my existence, mostly absent unless he was teasing me with the company he dragged home—usually of the female sex. It was alluded to that his business meetings were strictlyprofessional.But with his line of work, previous reputation and countless women frothing for his magic cock, I knew how “business”was handled in Vice.

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