Page 22 of Wickedly Played
Plus, shit is about to happen that can really fuck everything up. I’m getting closer and closer to my goal of taking down Lorcan McGuire. Once I’ve killed the Don, all of his endeavors are going to be up for grabs.
Each job I do for the man is another step closer to earning his trust and working on him from the inside out. Lorcan is suspicious and won’t let just anyone close enough to get one over him.
“Sure, man. I’ll be out there in an hour.” Billy hangs up the phone, and I turn to leave my room to see about getting some breakfast.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath when I see Serena at my doorway.
Her shoulders are touching her ears. “Nice. Do you normally eat out the women you protect? Is that something you guys are doing?”
When I don’t respond quickly enough, she continues. “Or do you just try to fuck them? I would like to know if this is the standard treatment. Do you also climb into bed with them, too? Maybe spoon them all night.”
“Serena!” I growl out. Before I can stop myself, I’m pushing her against the wall with the weight of my body. Once she’s caged between me and the wall, I lean down to look her in the eyes. “Don’t be a little brat, sweetness.”
“Fuck off!” She’s running away from me before I can even counter her.
On the bright side, it isn’t like she can get far.
Being deployed as many times as I have been, you would have thought I could withstand torture. My molars have been grounddown to nubs as I listen to Serena on her cam. She’s been at it for over an hour since the security systems were updated.
Oh, did I forget to mention Stella is here, too?
Fuck me.
Maybe I should call my shrink and make an emergency appointment since I’m clearly losing my composure here. I’m about to sayfuck itand barge in there. I’ll show her clients on the camera how a woman comes from a real man. All I would have to do is spread her thighs, lick her tight little pussy, and then bend her over the bed to fuck her little ass.
I bet they would be jerking their pathetic cocks raw.
I made it worse by kicking open the door a little to watch them inside.
I’ve tortured men for hours, days, weeks, and one time, even a month. I’m built to withstand this bull shit, but a little tempting vixen like Serena? She’s the one thing that’s going to be my downfall.
“My pet,” Serena purrs as she pets Stella’s head. “You look so beautiful in front of me like this.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” the other woman moans.
Serena is pulling Stella’s face to her pussy, and her sub follows through with the simple directions. Judging the moment when her head falls back, I know she’s making it good.
I know it is wrong. I know I should probably quit working for her. However, I want to be the one getting her off. I want to be the one with my tongue stuffed in her pussy until she’s moaning my name. I bet my name sounds erotic on her lips.
I wonder if she would scream my name after I shove my cock down her throat, and then fucked her so hard, she’s leaking my come for the next week.
I adjust myself in the confines of my pants.
“You lick me so good, pet. Show our viewers how much you love to lick me,” Serena encourages.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter to myself and back away.
Serena has a room off to the side of the gym, and it is conveniently located close to the surveillance room. The room has crosses, chains, beds, platforms, chairs, every toy you could think of, and it is sensually sexy.
I’m found about an hour later in the room with all of the cameras by Serena. I’ve been hiding in here to stop myself from bursting into their little love fest.
Truthfully, I don’t know why I’m feeling this possessive. She’s notmineto have. I don’t get to keep her. After her bodyguards come back, I’ll go on to another assignment. Serena will go back to her daily life and forget about me. It is better this way. She couldn’t begin to understand the level of darkness that chokes me.
Serena loves to be in the spotlight. She is a professional sex worker. What could I possibly offer her? Half of a man who lost the other half long before.
I didn’t even lose the other half. I’ve always been a monster. I’ve always been the Devil who is under the bed. I’ve never been the nice guy, and I’m not going to start now. Since I’ve been here, I have received several job referrals, but I've turned them down. The ones I have accepted are the ones that allow me to maximize my skills. Torturing a person to the point where they are almost scared to death is an incredible high that is addictive.
I look up from the screens to see her pretty, freshly washed face. She purses her lips and then makes a little noise in the back of her throat. “Why are you hiding?” She smells like she just got out of the shower with her hair damp. She’s wearing little shorts, a loose tank top, and a little lace bra underneath.
