Page 62 of Vengeful Princess

I shook my head. I’d sooner stick my cock in a meat grinder than let some skank near it. The old guy edged past me, looking nervous. He probably thought I was about to arrest him.

The whore grumbled when he disappeared. “The bastard forgot to pay me.” She looked at me again, assessing my wealth. “Sure you don’t want some?”

“Nope,” I said. “Now go before things get messy.”

Her eyes widened at the warning, but she didn’t need telling twice. By the time I checked the next room and found it empty, she’d run back into the main club.

I struck gold with the fifth room.

There she was. My vicious littlegadyuka.

33

Thea

Roberto Pesci thought he was all that. And then some. I’d dealt with men like him before. Men who took one look at me and figured I was an easy target. His eyes had barely left my cleavage since the moment he propositioned me at the bar.

Thanks to info from Torrance, I knew Roberto had a weakness for redheads, which was handy, seeing as how the wig from the masked ball was still in my closet. Turned out, Torrance was 100% correct.

“Your hair’s so pretty,” Roberto marveled when he reached out and stroked my cheek. “It’ll look so good wrapped around my fist as I fuck you, baby.”

Eh, nope.Hard pass. It was only through sheer force of will I kept my coquettish smile in place.

“I can’t wait.”Not.

Roberto led me by the hand through a door near the bar while I tried not to cringe at the thought of all the microbes lurking on his skin. I had a feeling the guy never bothered washing his hands after taking a piss.

Nobody batted an eye at me leaving with a man twice my age. Most of the punters in this place were drunk, off their heads on some kind of drug, or deeply depressed about their shitty lives.

Not that I blamed them. If my only source of entertainment was a night in Club Tropicana, where the drinks were never free, I’d be fucking depressed and seeking answers to the meaning of life at the bottom of a glass, too.

My job this evening was to disable Roberto and deliver him to Torrance, who was waiting nearby to take the asshole to an undisclosed location. Torrance could easily have done it himself, but Roberto knew him. One look at Torrance’s ugly mug and Roberto would have fled for his life.

The task was a piece of cake. I had a small syringe tucked in a hidden pocket in my skirt. Roberto had never met me. To him, I was a just another whore hoping for a generous payday. Not once had it occurred to him to ask why a girl like me would walk into a sleazy room with a man like him.

Oh, the arrogance.

We passed several rooms before Roberto shoved me inside one near the end of the corridor and kicked the door shut. I tried not to look too closely at the bed with its plastic sheet. It reminded me too much of Dexter’s kill room.

At least I had a knife in my boot. And a shuriken tucked inside my bra.

“Baby, come here, let me get a better look at your sexy ass,” Roberto crooned, thrusting his crotch while eye-fucking me. I shimmied my hips, teasing him to avoid getting any closer.

“Fuck, you’re sexy. Are you new here?” For half a second, Roberto’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Yeah,” I replied, running one hand over my tits and licking my lips. “Got a kid to feed and my old man won’t pay.”

My sob story didn’t register. “Hot damn, I can’t wait to sink my massive cock inside your sweet little cunt,” he groaned, his eyes cloudy with lust.

My gaze flicked down to the small bulge at his crotch.Massive?The asshole was delusional.

“I can’t wait, baby. Show me what I’m working with.” I moaned and lifted the edge of my skirt a couple of inches, gifting him a glimpse of my red silk panties.

Practically panting with excitement, Roberto unfastened his pants and tugged them and his boxers down. “Like what you see, baby?” He fisted his small cock. If I was feeling generous, I’d say it was about four inches. Not quite micro-peen, but close.

Sliding my right hand over my hip, I felt for the syringe. This was going to be tricky. To stab Roberto, I needed to get close. But getting closer meant touching him.Ugh.

But the longer I procrastinated, the more likely things would all go to shit. I was going to have to suck it up, so to speak.

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