Page 56 of Vendetta

“Not a little.” He says. “But I am done here.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I’m taking you back to the hotel and fucking your brains out.” He says taking my hand and leading me off the dance floor as I do my best to keep my own need under control.

Him

He had the audacity to be there. To show his face.

It’s a power play. I know and he knows it.

And now he’s called the family together. To meet. As if he’s the head. As if he’s in charge.

But what he doesn’t realise is that this meeting he’s calling is going to take an unexpected turn.

Preston is going over the finer details. He’s drawn up a whole plan of the house. The Parthenon as we call it because my grandfather had a thing for ancient history and the façade has so many pillars it rivals the Greek temple itself.

But our gathering won’t be in the main house. It’ll be beneath it. In the cave-like basement constructed when my family needed more secrecy, more privacy than it does now. When it didn’t hold as much power, when the other houses rivalled ours and we feared the sound of someone smashing our door in in the middle of the night and murdering our children as we watched.

But that was decades ago. My father built our empire and when I took over I built it even stronger.

And now my little brother thinks he can waltz right in and take it out from under me. He’s a fool. An idiot. And he doesn’t learn from his mistakes, which if anything makes him even more stupid.

Six years ago he tried to instigate a revolution. To usurp me. Six years ago we had a cull. The streets ran red with blood. My men’s blood. And my little brother fled like the cowardly shit that he is.

And now he’s back.

Only this time none of my men will die. None of my kingdom will crumble. The only thing torn to pieces will be Roman when I finally get my dues.

I sigh, pulling my phone and log in to see what Eleri’s up to.

I placed camera’s in our suite. She made sure to note all the locations as I did it. It’s not that I suspect her of anything, it’s not that I’m concerned of what she’ll get up to while I’m at work but I like to check-in, to watch her, and to make sure above all that she’s safe.

As the screen loads my eyes widen. She’s sat on the stairs, facing the main camera.

Completely and utterly naked.

My little jezebel has been waiting for me by the looks of it.

She smiles as if she knows I’m watching and then I remember the tiny light these cameras have, that flash when I’m accessing them.

She opens her legs more, her body angled perfectly for me to watch.

And then she lets out a long moan as she starts touching herself. I’m lucky to turn the volume down before anyone else picks up on what I’m watching because I made sure these new cameras have audio recording.

But I get up, walking out the room, heading to the toilets and lock myself in a cubicle. If my woman is putting on a show I want to enjoy every second of it, and that includes hearing her wanton cries as she makes her cum for me.

She’s rocking her body, plunging her fingers into herself. I undo my pants, get my rock hard dick out and start rubbing myself as I watch her.

God this woman does crazy things to me. Insane things.

I never thought she’d be so sexual, so confident, at least not this soon. I thought I’d have to tease it out of her, build her back up but I’m more than happy to realise that part of her was bubbling under the surface waiting to make an appearance this entire time.

And what an appearance.

Her cunt is open, dripping, her body is shaking, I think she might just squirt for me and I watch as her hands move so fast, she’s desperate now, she’s half screaming as her need takes over and then she slams her head back before it crashes into the stares and she writhes, moaning, screaming, cuming everywhere.

My jezebel. My wanton queen.

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