Page 60 of Vengeful Princess

Unfortunately, I wasn’t near enough to hear their heated conversation, and if I got any closer, they’d see me. Lucian said something and then Cassian shoved him backward.

I grinned. It looked like Cassian wasn’t willing to be his father’s whipping boy.Good.

Would Cassian celebrate if something bad happened to his father? It sure felt that way.

Like always, the library was quiet. I sat in my favorite window seat and flicked through Instagram on the cheap burner phone I’d bought. My father had never let me have social media. He said it rotted the brain.

I mean, he had a point. Since I’d downloaded Instagram and created an anonymous account, it took up way too much of my day. I never posted anything - I wasn’t that stupid - but I now followed Landon and Cassian. Milo and Kyril didn’t appear to have accounts so far as I could tell.

Landon’s Instagram mostly contained shirtless selfies. The guy posted at least one a day, usually after his workout. I had to admit - he was gorgeous.

Last night, he’d posted a teasing photo of himself lying in bed, abs on display, his hand just out of sight below the edge of the shot. It wasn’t hard to guess what he was doing. Or about to do. And since I’d had a ring-side seat of him pleasuring himself, it was all I could think about.

Some would say I was obsessed.

Frankly, they were right. Landon’s dick was impressive. Long, girthy, and way prettier than the pink vibrator Mrs Gia kept in her bathroom cupboard.

Each night before I fell asleep, I scrolled through Landon’s Insta and pictured his hand on his dick, sliding up and down. The low growly sounds he made and the way his hips rocked as he came.

I squirmed uncomfortably on the window seat, horribly aroused once again. I definitely needed to buy a vibrator. Something to take the edge off. Maybe I’d order one of those clitoral stimulators.

Eden had one. Said it was the best purchase she’d ever made. Got her off every time. No doubt she’d be putting it to good use this evening after her shit hookup.

I laughed to myself. Dating and casual hookups weren’t an option for me, but from Eden’s horror stories, I wasn’t missing anything. It seemed like most guys were selfish assholes or useless in bed.

I’d carry on pleasing myself. Since it was my only option, I was pretty accomplished at self-pleasure. Not only did it guarantee an orgasm, but it also meant I didn’t have to worry about my father or Torrance murdering any guy I liked.

Just as I shoved that unwelcome thought away, my other phone vibrated in my bag. Knowing it was father or Torrance, I sighed, but swiped the screen to accept the call anyway.

“I’m unhappy you failed to eliminate Forsyth, but the list of names you found was useful,” Dad said. No ‘how are you?’ or ‘thank you for risking your life for the millionth time.’ He treated me like one of his men, not his eldest daughter.

“Who were they?” I asked, deciding it was best to skip over the failed hit job.

“That’s not important.” I rolled my eyes. Of course it wasn’t. He never told me anything useful. Just left me to fill in the blanks myself.

“Am I done here then? Can I come home? Cassian’s engaged now, so I can’t use him to get close to Lucian.” Not that I’d tried all that hard. Besides, as much as I was enjoying this small taste of freedom, I missed Verity. Torrance had done nothing to her so far, but I was uncomfortably aware of how vulnerable she was without me there to protect her.

“No. Torrance will pick you up tomorrow evening. He needs your assistance on a job. Be ready for 8 PM.”

“What’s the job?”

“He’ll explain tomorrow.” Knowing my father, it involved luring some poor unsuspecting guy to where Torrance was waiting, like a creepy trapdoor spider. People never viewed meas a threat. They saw a small, weak female and assumed they could easily overpower me.

Using me as bait worked like a charm, which was why I was so useful to my father. I had a collection of wigs and outfits for every occasion. At various times, I’d been a maid, server, exotic dancer, and once, even a schoolgirl.

Still, whatever Torrance had planned was better than sitting in my room writing a stupid essay. As long as Eden didn’t catch me sneaking out and ask what I was up to, I had a fun evening of violence and bloodshed to look forward to.

32

Kyril

Asultry blond sashayed over with a welcoming smile on her scarlet lips. She was hot, I’d give her that, but her tits looked fake and she had a similar look to Ekaterina, my stepmother, all sharp cheekbones and pale skin.

It was why I never fucked blonds.

“Need some company?” she asked, her eyes raking over my leather jacket and Philippe Patek watch. I’d dressed down this evening - it was pointless wearing a decent suit in a shithole like this. Not that I was a suit kind of guy. Suits were more Cassian’s thing than mine.

“Not tonight,cyka.” The blond pouted before biting her lower lip suggestively.

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