Page 40 of Vendetta

“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t want to be noticed. I didn’t want to be seen. I was happy being invisible.” I state.

“You chose to work at that bar though. What did you expect?”

“I didn’t have a choice. Nowhere else would hire me with my face.” I snap. He’s acting like I planned this. Like I’m some conniving jezebel out to milk his boss for all he’s got. Only he’s got the wrong end of the stick because I’m not interested in Nico’s material wealth, I’m not going to milk him of that but I’ll more than happily milk his cock every day of the week.

“And now? Do you think you have a choice now?” He asks.

I shrug. “Nico is a man who’s used to getting what he wants.” I state.

“And right now he wants you.”

I nod. I’m not denying that.

“Given the choice would you be here now? Would you chose to be with him?” He says.

I snarl. “What the fuck do you take me for? I’m not some common whore. I don’t just let him fuck me because of who he is. I want him, just as much as he wants me.”

He smirks as if he’s proud to have pushed me so far, as if he’s proud to have made me confess it. To admit that I’ll let his boss fuck me for as long as he wants and when he eventually grows bored and no doubt casts me off for someone who has two eyes and a proper face I won’t even begrudge him for it.

Though I’m ashamed to admit even to myself how much my heart would break when that happens. How much that rejection, that betrayal would hurt more than the acid did against my skin.

Him

“Is this okay?” She says.

She’s wearing a short, shimmery dress that clings to her curves with a neckline so low I know she’s not wearing a bra. As she spins I see her nipples catch on the light. She feels sexy. She looks sexy. Everyone in the god damn club will be staring at her.

My cock throbs to life and I shift awkwardly in my seat. We don’t have time for anything so for once I need to pretend that this woman isn’t having the effect she is.

Her hair is styled, in big bouncy curls that if anything accentuate the big hourglass figure she has. She’s done her makeup too. Nothing too heavy, nothing too much, just the perfect amount to make her perfect on my arm.

“You look beautiful.” I tell her.

She pauses, tilting her head. I’m staring at her tits. I can’t help it now. I’m half tempted to sack this whole evening off and just spend the next few hours with my face buried in her cleavage and my cock deep in her cunt.

“You won’t be jealous, or angry?” She says.

“Of what?”

“Me going out like this. I can change. I can put something more covering on.”

I smile. My woman is so considerate and yet so naïve at times. She thinks I would be jealous of other men, that I wouldn’t want them to look at her, that I would somehow feel threatened by their glances?

“If this is what you want to wear then wear it.” I say getting to my feet. My hands are on her waist, creeping up to cup her perfect fucking tits. “And they can look. I want them to look. Let them see what is mine.”

She nods, her face flushing and I bet if I checked her panties would be wet with arousal.

I start circling her nipples, teasing them through the thin fabric. She lets out a moan and pushes into me more. I’m being a shit I know but I want her desperate for me tonight so when I eventually fuck her she cums harder than she has so far.

Because tonight one way or another, I’m going to make Eleri squirt.

A tap at the door breaks my game. She blinks but I see the disappointment in her face. She wants me to keep going. I drop my hold and take her hand.

“Come darling.” I say leading her out and her ridiculous high heels click clack with every step.

We reach the club. My club. And the bouncers step back to let us in through the VIP entrance. Eleri is staring around us, wide eyed as if she’s never been in a place like this.

The music is blaring, there’s lasers and lights hitting all the surfaces. Bodies are dancing below us in the main crowd.

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