Page 13 of Vendetta

“We need to hold fire. I don’t want the Dalconti’s knowing we have this just yet.” I say.

Blaine nods but Preston looks dubious. “It’s a risk. You’ve already beaten up one of the Le Cruso guys. You think they’ll just wait?”

I shrug. “If they make any moves we will counter them but I want to bring them down my way. I want to annihilate them.”

Preston nods and Blaine grins, his signature, golden toothed grin.

“We should double security.” Blaine says.

“Yes.” I reply.

“What about the girl?” Preston says.

“What girl?” Blaine asks looking between us.

“Nico took one of the girls from the bar.” Preston says so flippantly I feel my blood surge.

“She’s none of your concern.” I growl.

“Mighty convenient you decide to bring someone back with all this going on…” Blaine says as if Eleri could be a spy.

“That’s a fair point.” Preston says.

“Eleri has nothing to do with this.”

“You’re sure?” Preston says.

“Certain.” I say.

Preston grunts in reply like he’s not convinced but I don’t give a shit. I know she’s got nothing to do with this because I picked her. She didn’t thrust herself into my life, at least not the way they’re implying. I’ve watched her every move for the last two years. If she was involved I’d know about it.

“Blaine see to the security. Preston, I want you out tonight.” I say.

“You’re staying in?” Preston says surprised, as if he doesn’t know exactly why I would be.

I don’t reply. I just wait for them both to leave and then I sit, thinking for a moment about what Blaine found. About the fact that my own family is working against me. My own brother is instigating this. Again.

I let out a sigh and my mind wanders to the beguiling creature I left in my room. I’ve left her for too long but I’m curious as to what she’s been up to. How she might act while she thinks she’s alone. Will she go through my things? Will she simply curl up in my bed and wait patiently for me?

I pull my phone and flick to the app that connects to the cameras I had installed. Even Blaine doesn’t know about these ones.

She’s there, drying herself. I can see her body reflected in a blur on the mirror. Apparently she followed my instructions to the letter about what to do in my absence.

Switching to a different camera I rewind the feed back and watch as my angel steps fully naked into my shower. Fuck she’s more magnificent than I imagined. Her ass is so fat I want to bury my face in it and suffocate between her cheeks. The water is pouring over her body and as I watch she begins to wash herself.

I smirk, wondering if she knows I’ve put these cameras up but of course she doesn’t. She doesn’t have a fucking clue.

My jezebel. My wanton queen, revealed now for me to leer at and for her to be completely unaware.

And then she does something unexpected. She starts touching herself. Pleasuring herself.

I shift in my chair, clear my throat, sit up and lean over the screen, half wishing I could zoom in on the action but I’m enthralled at how her body is writhing, moving as she brings herself closer and closer to climax.

Did I leave her so desperate, so sexually frustrated that she had to grant her own form of release? My lips curl at the thought. That her cunt was so hungry after my fingers left that she needed to feed it with her own hand.

She writhes, her mouth opens and I know she is moaning though the feed is silent. As I watch her she cums hard, her body jerking as if this release is giving more than just simple pleasure. I swear there are tears down her face but I must be imagining it unless she’s one of those people who cries when she cums? I’m not going to lie the thought intrigues me and I want to make her cum to see if she cries as my fingers grant her a mercy only I can bestow from now on.

My cock is throbbing, leaking precum from watching this and as I realise, I’m on my feet I move to the door. I want to see her cum for me now. I want to hear her moans as I tear her apart with my fingers.

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