18. XVIII
XVIII
Spencer
E cho had been holed away in his office for sixty-eight minutes (not that I was checking the time or anything), accompanied by Sudo and that tramp with no fashion sense.
I remained at the kitchen counter, chewing on a strawberry, contemplating my next move. I wanted revenge— craved to hurt Echo like he had me. So, I began dismantling his world piece by piece.
Everything he held dear, I was going to take, own or destroy. Until he was left with nothing. I was fucking him so thoroughly that when he finally came out of his dazed state, he would find his life in shambles and realise too late what I had done.
That I, Spencer King, now owned him.
I began with his manhood that held a spectacular reputation. Remi said the maidens of Serpents Row were in uproar as Echo claimed he was “too busy’” to service their virgin pussies like he used to. His last known tryst was well before our first intimacy, the thought making me giggle. His dick must have been on the verge of falling off from all the inaction he was putting the poor fella through. All because of widdle ol’ me. Still, I wasn’t about to take any chances, cockblocking him at every turn.
The next action in my game plan was his mistress. Over the past couple of weeks, I’d been working alongside Aster, her easy acceptance surprising. She didn’t hold back, the information I’d already gained invaluable. I was equipped with enough knowledge to overthrow Vice if the need arose. I didn’t know if it was a power play on her part or not. Either way, she was a formidable force to be taken seriously.
Aster was a predictable beast, her behaviours repetitive, bordering on obsessive. Her precision to detail obnoxiously displayed through her luxurious lifestyle and physically immaculate image—which wasn’t an attribute I’d consider a weakness. That same dedication was the exact component that made her great , elevating Vice into one of the highest positions of power in the city.
Echo took after his surrogate mummy, fawning after Aster like he was still attached to her tit. I don’t have to wonder where he inherited that stick shoved up his ass. His elitist air and calculated mind definitely were passed down—except more honed and dangerous due to his volatile nature.
Which made my stealing his everything all the sweeter.
Thus culminating towards my brutal finishing move. I would rip Echo’s precious Vice right out of his delectable, killing hands.
Power was an instrumental construct in Echo’s life. His authority and dominion his greatest asset and an instinctual need he coveted above all else. I wanted him left with none .
I was playing a dangerous game, and I was grandmaster. Though, this one felt different from the rest, the stakes higher, the players more adept than others I had faced before.
As I was preparing moves and calculating countermoves, I didn’t realise I was losing myself in the process.
I was determined to take every single slice, yet, I was unwilling to look at what those actions were demanding from me in return.
My fingertips tapped against the benchtop in a rhythmic beat, frustration simmering beneath the surface of my skin. I’d hardly seen my siblings, all our efforts focused on investigating a way into the Caverns as all access was locked tighter than Aster’s squinched up asshole. We were due another family meeting soon to hash out our findings.
Alternatively, Echo and I had made little progress since he had provided a helping hand—and tongue—to my frustrated libido. Despite living in the same apartment, Echo had primarily ignored my existence, mostly absent unless he was teasing me with the company he dragged home—usually of the female sex. It was alluded to that his business meetings were strictly professional. But with his line of work, previous reputation and countless women frothing for his magic cock, I knew how “ business” was handled in Vice.
I wasn’t used to that strange, unfamiliar feeling. I think Micah said the word for it was jealousy. I had never experienced it before. All one had to do was look at me to know I got whatever I wanted. And if I didn’t, I took it anyway. So, the need for a useless emotion like jealousy never arose…until now.
Movement caught my eye as Sudo entered the open lounge area, passing the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the Junction City skyline, glowing in the distance. Serpents Row flickered to life as the sun descended for another day. Sudo’s arm skimmed mine as she bypassed my position at the kitchen bench, grabbing water from the fridge, acting as if I was invisible. Completely non-existent.
I wasn’t used to being overlooked. Sure, she didn’t recognise me due to my changed appearance, how could she know? But I knew, all too familiar with the voice that begged for me to stay, or even her face when it was contorted in orgasmic ecstasy. Sudo had been submissive fucking putty in my hands, and I could do it again…if I was that way inclined.
I dramatically bit the end of another strawberry and stepped right in front of her.
“Want one?” I asked, presenting my half-eaten morsel.
Sudo pitched a manicured black eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be cooking dinner for your master, not offering up contaminated fruit to guests?”
“Master?” I asked, my voice on the verge of splitting into a screech.
“You’re Echo’s assistant, aren’t you?” I practically choked from the insinuation. Did Echo tell them I was the fucking help? Some bitch was going to die. “Now, make sure you don’t leave those strawberries laying around. Melonie’s highly allergic.” Before I could get a word in, Sudo sauntered for the elevator, disappearing behind the closing doors.
I swiped the chef’s apron off the kitchen hook and tightened it around my waist as my tongue flicked out to lick my lips, dosing my skin in berry sweetness. Undercover jobs were my favourite, and Echo had carelessly made his next offensive move. My turn.
With a glass of water in hand, I ventured for the wide hallway that stretched down to the remainder of the apartment. Three bedrooms, one office and a gym, all lined with walls made of modern frosted glass, giving the illusion of privacy.
Sticking to the shadowed lines skirting the walkway, my feet dragged me to the entrance of Echo’s office, the door ajar from Sudo’s departure. A low-toned conversation could be heard instead of the panted moans that I’d conjured up in my imagination. Lucky for them.
I stole a glance through the crack, and with the accuracy of pristine timing, Echo answered a call, slipping into his bedroom that adjoined his office. He left Cowgirl sitting on the opposite side of his desk, staring after him like he hung the moon.
Unfurling my clenched fist, I blew out a long breath. Echo had left the playing field open and ready for my takeover. Show time, baby.
“Hi,” I announced, popping my head through the door. “Just seeing if I can grab you anything?”
I plumped my lips, letting them lift into a flirtatious smile. The gentle curve was a proven aphrodisiac; jolting in the least, disarming at best. My magnetic charm supercharged to the highest degree.
I considered it my unofficial superpower, cultivated and honed over years of studying the intricacies of human desires. No matter your preference, if my attention was directed on you, I’d soon become your new obsession. Charisma was a given, inspiring devotion and compelling admiration wherever I went—the ultimate exhilaration gained from stealing one’s power away from them. The only person who had ever been immune was Echo, proven by the knife he’d previously stabbed in my chest.
Melonie abruptly stood, a flush creeping up her neck as her eyes rapidly blinked, soaking in my features.
I offered the glass of water, flashing a sliver of teeth. “I thought I’d bring you something to quench your thirst.”
Melonie gulped, reaching for my offering. “Ah…thank—” As her fingertips grazed mine, the glass slipped from my grasp, water cascading over both of us. I gasped, kneeling at her feet, making a fuss over the drenched floor.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my tone supple and smooth. My palm raised to layer over her trembling knee, and as my gaze climbed up her body, our eyes connected, contact firm and intense.
I could almost read her mind. A raucous mess of confusion. She was attracted to me and didn’t know what to do with that new piece of information. Poor girl never stood a chance against my enchanting hold and magical pussy power.
My fingertips barely skimmed over her skin as I raised in one fluid motion, our chests an inch away from touching. Sure, she was pretty, with endless legs and all those good things. In a previous life, I would have been tempted.
I twined a strand of her long blonde hair between my fingers. “A shame, really,” I said, giving her a doe-eyed expression, lashes fluttering to lure her in.
Melonie deftly licked her lips as if unable to hold the action back, eyes drilling over my mouth with a thirst so deep and so familiar, a triumphant thump ricocheted beneath my ribs. “A shame for what?” she finally managed to sputter out breathlessly, the exhale of her words floating over my face.
“A shame—” My tongue dipped out to trace the lining of her plump lips. I’m sure she stopped breathing, her body involuntarily tilting forward, searching for more. Then, the tip of her tongue flicked out to touch mine, that sliver of contact causing a shiver to track down her body.
I pulled back before she got carried away, the damage already done. “It’s a shame you’re in my home, trying to take what belongs to me.”
Melonie’s reaction was instant, her eyes widening as aggressive red welts raised over her lower face.
That’s when I noticed Echo standing in the open doorway, frozen with his phone held to his ear. His eyes tracked over Melonie in rapid appraisal before switching to my smug, arrogant smirk.
“What the fuck have you done?”
I gave half a shrug and turned while Melonie rummaged through her atrocious cowhide handbag. Scratch marks marred her neck as raspy breaths escaped her closing throat.
Echo snatched my elbow, pulling me into his chest. “Fucking fix this.”
“How could I possibly, Master ? I’m only a lowly maid, after all,” I said, my voice the epitome of innocence as he snarled at me.
Melonie managed to stab herself in the thigh with a gigantic needle before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
Echo and I watched on. One second. Two seconds. Then, her chest deepened with a wheezy inhalation.
I ripped out of Echo’s hold and aimed for the exit. “Looks like the medication is kicking in.” I spared one last glance over my shoulder. “Don’t ever bring her or any of your other bitches into this apartment again. Next time, I’ll finish the job.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” he said, expression livid and, dare I say, turned the fuck on.
I winked. “I’m your own personal demon, and I’m here to stay.”