Page 13 of Brutal Prince

My eyes refused to move from the smeared red on her glass, the color reminding me of a certain pixie haired gal looking for a job. I’ll give you a job, alright. “Just the usual.”

“Well,” she smacked her lips, “I’ve had such a busy day…” I nodded as she rattled off all the ‘interesting’ things that occurred in her day. Don’t ask me what any of them were, because I wasn’t listening and…I don’t care. “What do you think?”

“Huh?”

“About the contract?”

“Ah…”

A look of disapproval swept across her beautiful face. Yes, she is conventionally beautiful with flawless skin, high cheekbones, long blond hair that’s deadly straight and tidy, always tidy. And great collar bones that I fanaticized ripping out of her skin and using as a fork on more than one occasion, if not a fork then a tool to poke her eyes out. Either one would satisfy my cravings.

“Am I that boring?” she asked.

YES. “No, babe, of course not. I’m just a little jaded.”

The waiter came over with the wine list thank goodness and I chose the most expensive red wine, again my mind wondering to the girl with the scarlet pixie hair. My hand twitched towards my phone in a desperate need to inspect the images sent to me of the pixie cleaning Room 23. I was informed that she left that room cleaner than before I sent the team in. Didn’t say much for the cleaners hired for that hotel.

Vic’s phone beeped and she glanced at the screen, immediately answering the message.

“I thought we had a rule,” I reminded her, nodding towards her phone.

“Sorry, darling. I’ll be super quick and then I won’t even look at my phone for the rest of the evening.”

I took the opportunity to glance at a vid of the pixie and immediately felt my blood heat up just watching her bending over the bed, removing the horrifically stained sheets.

“Finished,” she announced, placing her phone back down, just in time for the waiter to serve the Burgundy.

Begrudged, I placed my phone back down, even though I wanted to see more. So much more. A message came through from Vanderbilt and my fingers jerked. “I’ll just be a sec,” I told Vic, short for Victoria, in case anyone cared to know, as in the short fat queen of England.

Benson: Deed complete. Funds in the process of being transferred.

Me: Good. Set up the next job.

The funds to complete these jobs came from Platinum society members who pay fees every year to remain a member. Or sometimes they pay for a job to get done, so there’s always an ocean tide of money flowing in for us to play with.

“All done,” I told my queen when I placed my phone down.

“Are you hungry?” she queried.

“Starving.”

Her phone beeped again and I caught an expression I didn’t like. It was a flash of an out if character moment and I wondered if she was having an affair. That didn’t please me. I had four, no, three girls on speed dial that meant nothing to me, but if she were seen with another man, it’ll make me look like a fool. I didn’t care that she was fucking another man; I just needed her to be completely discreet about it. I had a sterling reputation to uphold and if word got out that I struggled to satisfy the senator’s daughter it would not only shame me but my family.

Selfish bitch.

Her eyes drifted to mine and she threw me one of her forced smiles that I’d gotten used to. If she was made of different stuff, she’d be lying on the bottom of Lake Superior with the rest of Adam Sweeney. Oh and about that.

“So, forensics identified Adam Sweeney,” I started, just for something to talk about.

“Yes,” her eyes widened, “I heard,” taking another sip of Burgundy. Good. Get drunk enough, so I can fuck you up the ass.

She hated it when I did that. She hated my cock worming into her tight hole, because she said it brought out the worst in me. WTF is she on about, it’s just another hole. Why the damn dramatics? Or maybe it’s got something to do with the urge to tug on her hair until her head snaps back, yet that’s my favorite part.

“Are you fucking someone?” Let’s get it out in the open.

Her pretty mouth gaped and I got the urge to shove my cock her hole. The prissy bitch hates to give me head too, which only left pussy fucking. Remind me why I’m with her? Oh yeah, status. My rich influential daddy is friends with her rich influential daddy. At least I had Primis, Secundo and Tertius to fuck however I wanted. Poor sweet Quartus I killed off because she was a witness to me being somewhere I shouldn’t. They still haven’t found her remains yet.

“Well…?” I prompted her.

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