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"Exactly what it sounded like," he let on that she wouldn't want to come inside.

"Jesus! You guys are gross." Trish muttered more that I couldn't hear, but Kage was grinning like a fool from how uncomfortable we made her. "Just take care of her, okay?"

That made me wonder what female she referred to. Talon filled in the gaps. "Don't worry, sis. This isn't the kind of pussy we’ve degraded and made into our dirty little slut. We'll play with this one and call her a pretty kitty."

"I'm having second thoughts about you watching Missy."

"Trish, just go and have a good time. You need the vacation more than ever." Talon quieted her fears. "When you come to pick her up, just warn me when you're on your way, so I don't have a woman tied up in my kitchen again."

"Too much information! La-la-la!" She must've walked away because Tal closed the door before coming back into the kitchen with a cat carrier.

He looked to Kage, knowing our large friend had an allergy to pet hair. "I have Benadryl in the cabinet. I forgot I was cat sitting this week."

"Two pretty pussies in the house," I hummed before diving back to keep tasting her. I left her ass, knowing the cool air would hither even more. Vicki couldn't handle what I'd been doing after what the other two did, screaming before she sprayed my face with her cum. I lost count of all the orgasms we gave her, but I knew we'd be dealing more now that we let our sexual can of worms open.

"Good." Talon nodded, loving what we'd done to the woman. "Now maybe she'll be less aggressive when you tie her to the chair."

I looked down at my cock, letting her wetness drip along my face. Talon's eyes only turned more sinister. "Tomorrow, L."

Aggravated, I knew I secretly wanted it. I coveted being tortured until I'd explode from simple contact. I stood but left my dick out when I lifted her from the table. She felt my dick drag up her crack when I stood her. Her legs weren't steady, shaking as I held most of her weight to guide her to the chair.

Kage met me, taking her secured wrists through the back of the chair to tie to the horizontal wooden piece. I handled her ankles, and she couldn't put up a fight from the orgasms ruining her strength. It was a beautiful thing until I came up and got near her face, hearing her inhale harder than normal.

"Leopold?"

Shit.

Chapter 7

Vicki

They acted like me knowing one of them would destroy everything, so I let them sweat it out. It wasn't the worst thing I could do when I smelled his spiced lavender mint. Hell, they had set me up on that date to do a recon mission, so it only felt right to listen to them fret for the last thirty minutes. Humming a tune in my head, I ignored the bickering in the other room. The man in charge reminded them that this needed to stay discreet. They wanted my father to pay some kind of ransom for me and get the cash.

It made sense with the things Leopold told me on our date, and I couldn't blame him. I had heard my stepmother talking about all the changes she had planned to make the factories more efficient, but I didn't realize that came with laying off eighty people. Of course, they never included me in anything. Ever since my stepmother came into the picture less than two years ago, my father forgot he had a daughter half the time. Well, he forgot me long before that, but my mother was still around to give me a little more attention. In their divorce over twelve years ago, she gained the European developments and moved. She never looked back or asked me to come, so I kissed my father’s ass and kept praying he’d see my work one day and be proud.

The daughter he had with an accounting degree to help his business and did just that every single day. There wasn't much I could do about what had happened for these guys, but I did know they deserved a warning. Whether or not their ethics behind this scheme made them less, they became more the moment they gave me sex.

A kitty kept purring somewhere in the room, being our conversation buffer, but I listened intently as they ignored me in the background.

"We could just send him an email with her picture instead of a video?" Leopold crafted a new idea now that I knew his first name. Which was funny because he tried to tell me it wasn'thim when he left the room to go tell the others.

"I have ears!" I shouted back from my place in the kitchen. "And I hate to tell you that you grabbed the wrong thing to get money from my dad!"

They stopped their planning and bickering to take in my words. Slowly, their footfalls came into the kitchen. I could only hear their arrival because they had me facing the opposite way. The man in charge marched to stand in front of me as the other two stayed tucked into the background. "Why did you say we grabbed the wrong thing? You're his only child."

"Not for long," I cooed in annoyance. "My stepmother is pregnant."

"But that still doesn't change you as his oldest child!" Leopold joined his friend.

"Look, I don't know who you got your information from, but I barely exist to my father. The only thing he does for me is sign my checks. And before you try to argue I get paid too good, I got the degree to earn it."

"And the trust fund?" The third voice grumbled behind me.

"I still have,"I acknowledged. "I paid for my college with a small part of it and put the rest into my savings."

"I don't believe you." The man in charge didn't like hearing their plan might not give them the payout they'd hoped for.

"Look, I'm great with numbers and probability. The man forgets my birthday and to invite me for holiday dinners. His receptionist does it all, so he doesn't have to. If you want to hit him where it counts, I have three options for you."

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