Page 90 of House of Pain
It’s not as if it was Blaze’s first time ruining a girl.
No, he was an expert at this point, and Genevieve last year was his best work so far.
Butthiswas something completely different—so much more thrilling and exciting, it was hard for Blaze to get calm enough to sleep at night.
Anytime his eyes closed, Alecto’s face appeared in front of him. He could hear her soft whimpers and gasps, he could still taste her in his mouth. It was driving him mad.
Alecto said she had never had an orgasm with another person before, but it was hard to believe that, given how willing she was to surrender to his touch.
Maybe Blaze could go even further with his plan.
Tease her, seduce her, ruin her.
Or maybe, Blaze could tease her, seduce her,enjoyher, and ruin her.
Maybehis cock was an issue.
Blaze threw a scorching glance at the bulge pressing into his jeans.
As if that would help.
“Fuck,” he growled, a fist landing on the desk so hard his typewriter and the bottle of whiskey shuddered.
No. He had to put a stop to this nonsense.
There was nothing for him with Alecto, just a pure need for him to put her in her place.
Alecto was a half breed, someone who shouldn’t even be a part of the most powerful House at Venefica.
She needed a reminder of how things were supposed to work in Inathis. And Blaze was willing to be the one to remind her.
With a heavy sigh, Blaze rubbed his eyes. He knew what he needed to do next.
Blaze grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the desk, popped one between his lips, and lit it. As he inhaled, the smoke burned his tongue, and he leaned back in his chair.
An unfinished draft sat in his typewriter, looking at him accusingly. He hadn’t been able to write anything for months now.
And the longer he sat in front of the typewriter, the longer he wondered whether it was even worth trying anymore. It wasn’t as if he’d ever be able to do anything with his words anyway.
Galliermo would never entertain the idea of Blaze being anything else than a professional rockey player and then the heir to the Leveau empire.
Blaze might try to drink himself stupid most weekends, but he was never going to stand up to his father about it.
Not unless he wanted to end up at Grimswater with his brother, losing all the privileges he had.
Nah, Blaze wasn’t that stupid.
He tapped his fingers on the desk, one knee bouncing as the cigarette burned between his lips. He couldn’t write, but he couldn’t quit either.
A black raven flew through the open window and landed on the windowsill. There was a white envelope in its mouth.
Blaze rose from his desk and walked towards the raven, its black eyes watching Blaze’s every step. He snatched the envelope and tore it open to find a note from Killer.
“Sweet,” Blaze muttered to himself.
There were no more questions about whether Blaze should or shouldn’t wait before he made Alecto pay for what she had pulled to mess with his game.
Everything was ready.
