Page 114 of Reaper Released

“Delectable,” he mumbles. Him, it’s him I’m going to murder.

Another takes my hand and raises it to his lips, but instead of kissing it, he smells me. “Devine.”

I smile at them all in turn, run my hand up Joseph’s chest, and fiddle with his lapel as they chat. A handsome younger guy steps up to us. “Uncle Joseph, would you mind if I took your date for a spin around the dance floor?” He nods without a backward glance and wafts his arm in the young man’s direction, as if dismissing me. Him. I’m gonna motherfucking kill him next. “I’m Darnel,” he says as he takes my hand, leading me to the dance floor.

“Celeste.” I politely smile.

“Whatever he’s paying you, it's not enough,” he whispers in my ear.

“What makes you think he’s paying me?” I smile sweetly.

“Have you seen yourself? It’s totally obvious he’s paying you. No one in their right mind who looks like you would be here with him otherwise.”

“Not a fan, I take it?”

“What can I say? He’s family, but just be careful. He doesn’t like the word no, and tends to disregard it altogether.”

“Duly noted, appreciate it.” He nods, and we dance in silence for a little while, eventually making small talk as we waltz or whatever poncey shit we are doing before leading me back to the leech's den.

“Sweetheart, I missed you.” Joseph leans up to kiss my cheek and gropes my arse again. He stinks of scotch, and his cheeks are even redder now. Clearly, he has a drinking problem. They are all starting to slur their words a little, tossing scotch back like it’s going out of fashion. I glance back at Pa and nod.

I think now’s a good time to see if I can get something to slip. “Darling,” I purr in his ear, sliding my hand up his chest under his tie and sliding a finger in between the buttons, rubbing my finger along his moist hairy chest. Ew, gross barf. “I’m going to slip to the ladies’ room.” I kiss him on the cheek and linger a little longer than I should. I’m gonna need to bleach every inch of myself and get my husband to fuck me senseless for a goddamned week to get the feel of this slimy bastard off me. As I walk away, I sway my hips and glance back seductively over my shoulder and bite my lip.

“Fuck, Black Widow, this is making me wanna barf. I don’t know how you're not,” Dice grumbles in my ear.

“I’ve thrown up in my own mouth at least twelve times already, Big Daddy,” I whisper, and he barks out a laugh down my earpiece, making me jump slightly. “Fucker!” I gasp at him, only making him laugh again.

“Incoming!” Pa’s voice comes through.

“Okay, give us a little space. Make sure you’re recording. I’m about to get what we need.” I slow my pace as I reach the ladies’ room door. As I step inside, I hold the door open a little longer than normal. As I let it go, Joseph steps in. I turn with a gasp.

“Joseph, darling, this is the ladies' room. The men’s room is further down the corridor.” He steps towards me, glazed over eyes, a sheen of sweat on his brow, his tie loosened, and his waistcoat now open. There is a slight bulge in his trousers as he grabs his dick through them, then tugs at it.

“You know how powerful I am. I can end you, so here's what's going to happen. You’re going to get down on your knees and give me what I’m paying you for!” His hand grabs the back of my neck, and I have to still myself and play the part. Oh, you’re gonna be so fucking sorry once I get what I need.

“Joseph!” I gasp. “I’m an escort, not a prostitute. How dare you!”

He pushes me back against the wall. “You’re a whore, and you’ll do what I pay you for!” Yanking on my hair, I wince.

“Black Widow, hold out, don’t kill the bastard before we get what we need, okay?”

“Fucker!” I mumble under my breath. “Joseph, you’re hurting me. Please let go of my hair, please.”

“On your knees, whore, and take what I’m about to give you!” He’s yanking my hair down and fumbling with his zipper.

“Please, please don’t do this. I’m not a hooker. This isn’t what I’m paid for. I’m here to escort you to this event, nothing more.”

“Well, I’m gonna escort my dick in and out of your mouth till I come, and you’re gonna swallow what I give you. Then after this event, you’re coming back to the hotel, and you will do as you’re told! Like the little bitch that you are!”

He gives up fumbling with his zipper long enough to slap me across the face. Keep going, motherfucker. You’re signing your own death warrant. Yanking my hair back again to try and get me on my knees, he drags his zipper down and pulls out his half-hard dick.

“Get it in your mouth, whore.”

“Keep it together, Black Widow,” Dice reasons.

“Please don’t do this,” I beg him, but the feral look on his face tells me he’s too far gone. He’s not gonna stop till he’s raping me, or he would if I wasn’t me. “Are you going to rape me, Joseph?” I ask, as this will be a very compelling argument if I can get him to admit it.

“No!” he snarls at me. “Not here!” He grins down at me, grabbing my face.

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