He was sick. Twisted. Beyond wicked. Knowing my wasp was headed here made me ache. There was no way. No way I’d let it happen. I’d kill her just to save her from this nightmare.
I squeezed my eyes closed, not wanting poor Macy to die because I couldn’t get off for her. So, I thought of Bianca. Her full pink lips. Her gorgeous blue eyes. The way she looked at me from beneath those long, thick lashes. How it felt when she touched me. Kissed me. The way my heart pounded when she said she loved me. How hot and tight she felt when I worked my way into her body.
I came with a low groan, filling Macy’s mouth with my release. She gagged and choked on me, not giving good enough head to make me come, but keeping Bianca in my mind helped a lot.
Macy swallowed and released my dick, tears mingling with the excessive come on her face. I stuffed my dick away and stared into her eyes, my heart aching for the first time in my life for a stranger. I wasn’t sure what made me reach for her, to try to offer comfort, but I did.
Her bottom lip wobbled as she grasped my hand.
A gunshot rang out, and her blood showered me in red, covering me in bits of what was once Macy, splattering my face and clothes in hot dots of death.
Her body slumped to the floor, her eyes wide. Her small hand slipped from mine.
She hadn’t seen it coming. She didn’t know she was going to be killed. The screaming of the girls in the background made my head throb. I looked from Macy’s body to my father, her blood dripping off my face.
He approached and stared down at me. Klaus put his gun away while Cleaver licked his lips as he glared down at her naked, dead body.
“Never show your weakness. People die when you’re weak. Welcome to your kingdom. Now, wait for my call.”
This wasn’t a kingdom. It was fucking hell, and I’d spent too much time there already. I vowed in that moment to tear it down, brick by brick, and I’d take my fucked up old man with it.
That was just what kings did.
Forty-Three
Bianca
“You need more diamonds,” Vincent commented as he stared down at the crown necklace he’d given me weeks ago.
“I have enough.” I smiled up at him.
I wanted to kick my own ass for not making this thing with Vincent happen sooner. Before I could see where the moment would lead, the door to my room opened and Levin stomped in wearing a black suit and tie just like Vincent’s.
“You look good,” I commented, peering around Vincent at the massive man who leaned against my dresser, a scowl on his face.
Vincent grinned at him over his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Seeley? Underwear too tight?”
Levin flipped him off before pulling a flask from the inner pocket of his suit and taking a swig.
“Have you guys heard from Dominic? It’s been hours since he left.” I glanced between the two men.
Vincent took my hand and led me to my bed where he pulled me down onto his lap.
“Dom’s with his father. Sometimes it takes a long time,” Vincent explained softly, giving me a gentle squeeze.
I didn’t miss the look he shared with Levin though. It made chills rush over my body. Something was going on that they weren’t telling me. They seemed more concerned and uptight than normal.
“Is he bad? His dad?” I ventured.
“The worst,” Vincent murmured, turning back to me and brushing his lips along my jaw.
I exhaled, relishing the way his lips felt on my skin.
“I need to find something to wear and then get ready,” I said softly as Vincent’s hand moved beneath my skirt. Despite my words, I didn’t make any effort to move away from him.
“Mm,” Vincent said, kissing along my neck.
I let my head fall back to give him more access.