Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she said softly, refusing to show her true feelings on the matter.
I placed the photo back in the folder and flipped it closed. Peasants should never have the privilege of gazing upon queens. “She’s not like you, is she?”
“No," she replied, her voice now barely a whisper.
It had been a rhetorical question. Of course, Elena wasn’t like her. She’d proven that by choosing to live a life even a sewer rat wouldn’t envy. She hadn’t resorted to fucking, scheming, and begging for fleeting luxury. She would soon be given all of that because she belonged to me in all the ways they dreamed of. I stood and slowly approached the blonde.
“Get on your knees.”
Without shame, hesitation, or question, she dropped to the terracotta.
“Do you know what I want you to do next?”
“Yes,” she breathed, feigning enthusiasm.
I would be insulted if this was the pinnacle of her acting skills, but I had no intention of letting her filthy mouth anywhere near me. Not that I was one to slut-shame. I valued these women’s valiant efforts and line of work. I simply wasn’t prone to sticking my dick somewhere gallons of cum had been emptied. There were some things Listerine and Colgate couldn’t erase.
The blonde's sharp mind was an amusing contrast to her friend's naivety. Fear and warning radiated from her eyes, darting between me and her unsuspecting companion. As the brunette reached for me with trembling fingers, I revealed the gun hidden behind my back.
Her mouth opened in a scream, but before she could make a sound, I pressed the cold barrel against her forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The gunshot echoed through the air. My dick twitched as her lifeless body jolted. Like a puppet that had been lifted up just to have its strings cut, she slumped to the ground. Blood began to pool from the small hole in her head, creating a shallow puddle. The blonde was instantly on her feet, scrambling across the patterned concrete, kicking her heels off in the process. They almost landed in my pool. I watched her go, chuckling to myself.
“Why do you always let them run?” Sergio shook his head in amusement.
“I have to give them some kind of false hope, Gio. Why not let them believe they have a chance of survival?” I set my gun on the table and reclaimed my chair, leaving the brunette's body to bask in the sun. My steward, Jason, specialized in this area. He would retrieve and dispose of her before cleaning the mess up.
“So, this woman, she’s the right pick?” Sergio gestured to the manila folder, going back to the discussion we’d been having before our temporary guests arrived.
“She’s the only pick. There is no one else. It has to be her. It will be her.” I opened the folder again and studied the picture of the woman inside. After being face to face with her, I now knew that I had yet to receive a photograph that did her any justice. She had a classic beauty. What I found most intriguing was her eyes. They were brown and beautiful, but more than that they radiated a natural innocence and showcased how pure she was.
Those eyes were the gateway to a hidden treasure buried deep within her, one that I intended to take for myself. I envisioned them peering up at me while her pouty lips were wrapped around my dick, my come sliding down her throat.
My mind reeled with anticipation, imagining her eyes widening in shock and pleasure as I forced myself inside her for the first time. Every inch of me yearned to feel her quiver and writhe as she rode my face and ground her pussy onto my tongue. There were endless possibilities and plans for our future together. She was untainted by the harsh realities of my world, and it would be my privilege to corrupt her innocence and have her all to myself.
“What have you got for me, Gio?” I asked, reaching for my drink and making myself focus.
“She’s been here a week and hasn’t gone to a single party or event. When she is seen, it’s never without the Bellucci girl or Ross, and you know that little fucker parties hard. What do you think she’s been doing?”
“Recuperating. A week isn’t that long,” Elias chimed in with a shrug. “You have to remember; that she was never fully inducted into this life. Her father wouldn’t allow it. Her sister forced her way back and Elena chose to stay away.”
“He’s right. She isn’t like anyone from around here, which also means she isn’t close to being what I need her to be. Or who.”
“How can you be sure she ever will be ready, considering…recent events?” Sergio shot a pointed glance at the whore on the ground.
“There’s nothing to worry about, G. She will be everything my brother needs. Both for him and our family,” Elias cut in.