Selene
I’m blow drying my hair and basking in the aftermath of my latest bloodbath when my phone rings. It’s one in the morning and I can’t imagine who the fuck would be calling me right now. It’s not like I have friends.
I hold up the phone screen and smile when I see Henry Walton’s name.
“Hello?” I pick up, making sure I sound breathless.
“Selene.” His voice is low and commanding.
“Yes, Sir?” I coat my words in innocence and grin when he catches his breath.
“I want to see you.”
“Now?” I act surprised.
“Yes, I’m sending you a car to bring you here. What’s your address?” Fucking bossy asshole.
“I’ll meet them at the same spot as last time.” No way will he ever get my address.
“You have twenty minutes.” Then he hangs up.
Sounds like a grumpy someone needs a good cock banging and I need to pretend I’m fucking enjoying it.
I head into my bedroom and pull out a short jersey dress, then pile my hair on top of my head. Time to look a little younger and tempt Walton into doing naughty things to me. I need to gain his trust so that I can find out where he keeps his shipments and how often he gets them.
I walk to the same corner as our last pick up and sure enough the same Rolls Royce is there idling on the side. As soon as the driver sees me, he gets out and opens the back door.
“Hi.” I smile at him and get a stern nod in return.
Looks like he could deal with a good cock banging, too.
I get comfortable in the back seat and stifle a yawn into my hand. I was looking forward to a good sleep after gutting Carl, and now I need to act like a good little whore. I doubt Henry wants a sleepy one.
We pull through a set of familiar gates and the driver stops in front of the entrance. I wait for my door to be opened and by the time I step out, Henry is waiting. Eager much?
“Hello, Selene.” His voice makes me want to puke in his mouth.
“Hello, Sir.” I smile through my nausea as his mouth pulls back into a wide smile.
He holds out his arm, ushering me inside, and I step through the threshold. Is Zander here tonight? I look around the foyer, hoping to see his scowling face, for what reason, I don’t have the slightest clue. Maybe I want him to see me about to fuck his father.
“Would you like some wine?” Henry asks.
“No, I want to suck your cock again.” I don’t have all night and I really want to get back home to sleep.
He chokes on my answer and quickly regains his composure. “Good answer.”
I bet it is, Dickface Walton.
He leads me into an office and slams the door behind us. He really is fucking eager.
“Get up on my desk and spread your legs, I want your pussy in my mouth,” he demands and I do just as he asks.
I will never say no to having my fucking pussy eaten out, that’s fucking blasphemy. I spread my legs and show the old bastard that I forgot to put on a pair of panties.
“Oh fuck,” he groans and kneels in front of me.
“Please make me come, Sir.”