Page 38 of Sinful Kingdom

“Fucking knew you’d enjoy this.”

“Lie on your back and pull your nightie up. I want to see that pretty pussy you’re hiding between your thighs,” he demands.

“Someone means business tonight,” she whispers seductively, following orders and angling herself so he—and I— have a perfect view of her flawless body.

I can’t help but groan at the sight, my cock painful in the confines of my trousers. And I can’t even fucking reach for it.

A deep growl rumbles in my throat.

“You’re a tease, beautiful.”

“And you’re a fucking sick cunt,” I spit.

“I think you like that about me, Daddy. You know you shouldn’t be looking, and it makes it so much hotter.”

“You’ve no idea,” he drawls, and she begins to tease herself over the lace of her knickers.

Oh, baby, please. Please don’t give him the satisfaction of watching you fall.

It’s so fucking beautiful, and he doesn’t deserve any of it.

As if she can’t look at him on the screen, she slowly lowers her eyelids, cutting herself off from the situation she’s in the middle of.

That’s it, Vixen. Get all up in your own head. We all know who lives in there, and it’s not this twisted motherfucker on your cam call.

Just like that afternoon at The Empire, I’m fucking enthralled watching her on screen.

Her fingers work smoothly and confidently as she pleasures herself.

Are you thinking about me, Vixen? Hell knows I’m hard as fuck for you right now.

With nothing but heavy breathing coming through the speakers, it’s easy to imagine myself in an entirely different situation.

That is, until someone fucking speaks.

“Fucking tease. Let’s see that pussy, whore.”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” I bellow, my heart racing, my entire body trembling with barely restrained fury.

“Oh, someone’s getting a little frustrated. You close to coming in your pants yet, kid?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” the prick on the screen growls as Evie tucks her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and pushes them down her thighs.

“Fuck yeah, look at this virgin pussy. I bet she’s so fucking tight.”

The roar that erupts from my throat doesn’t sound human as I fight with everything I have to break free.

The chair that was bolted to the floor starts to rock as I throw all my weight into it.

I crash to the floor with a roar, pain exploding through my shoulder.

The second I roll to the side, I realise just how badly the rookies fucked up, because both my wrists and ankles come free.

Without considering the kind of disadvantage I’m at, I climb to my feet and fly at both of them.

I manage to get a few solid hits in with their confusion and lack of appreciation for just how fiercely I’m willing to fight for my girl.

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