Envy: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Empire Sin)

by Isabella Starling

  I knocked on the door with my girl at my feet, and a moment later, a stocky, broad-shouldered and heavily tattooed man opened it.

  “Who are you?” he barked at me, and I pointed to Lucy at my feet.

  “Here for the game,” I said coolly. “My assistant said he told you I’d be coming.”

  The big man gave me a suspicious look, barking some directions at the guy next to him, a smaller version of himself. The man checked something off a list, and his boss glared at me before finally nodding once and stepping aside to let me walk in. Thank fucking God for Bryant.

  I walked in as confidently as I possibly could, and Lucy crawled in behind me, her eyes wide, her body trembling. She was fucking scared as hell, and I’d never felt guiltier than in that moment, getting her into a dangerous situation. I hated her being in the midst of all that danger, and I hated myself for bringing her there.

  “Hello,” I said lamely, and just as the words left my mouth, I experienced the inside of the building fully.

  It was a madhouse. A madhouse of men with women at their feet, some of them sucking, some of them being fucked right there, like they were part of the fucking furniture. Girls bent over desks, girls on their knees, girls on the floor. And men using them… Men fucking their mouths, ramming themselves inside their cunts, ruining their asses while the girls held back their tears. And behind me, my sweet Lucy who had never even been fucked before the previous night, amidst all the fucking madness. I hated myself like never before.

  “Ahh, fresh meat,” one of the men said with a blinding smile – literally blinding, because his teeth had so many gold fillings I could barely make out any white among them. “Come in, come in. Don’t forget your toy.”

  He wasn’t too tall, but his body was ripped with muscles that couldn’t have been natural. He stared at me with eyes that were supposed to appear friendly but looked anything but. He motioned me over to an empty seat next to him, and it was only when Lucy and I rounded the table that I noticed two women on their knees in front of him, both working his cock as hard as they could.

  They looked at me with dazed, drugged up eyes, and I fought back a curse that was ready on my lips, smiled wide, and sat down next to the man in the empty seat. Lucy crawled between my legs timidly, hiding between my knees. I found myself clenching my legs to keep her safe and make sure no one took her away from me. Her cheek rested on my thigh. I’d never wanted to keep someone safe this much. I would’ve done any-fucking-thing to make sure my girl was alright.

  “And who are you?” the man asked, half-glaring, half-smiling at me. It was so obviously a warning. If you’re not one of us, get the fuck out of our playground.

  “My name is Beau Wolfe,” I said, and several men laughed out loud.

  “Fancy name,” the man next to me grinned. “You got some money to show for it?”

  Without saying a word, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, waving it in his face and smacking it down on the table.

  “I want to play,” I said, and the man clapped his hands together, laughing out loud.

  “He wants to play,” he repeated, looking at the men around him as if it were the best joke he’d heard all day. “He comes in here, with a name like that – not even Georgian! And he says he wants to play. What do you think? Should we let him play with us?”

  Boos and hisses followed, and hateful eyes locked on me. One of the women stopped sucking dick, giving me a curious look. But before I could say a word, the man next to me slapped her with all his might, sending her sprawling across the floor. Lucy turned towards me, hiding her face in my crotch, and I bit back a furious insult.

  This wasn’t like the way I played with Lucy. This was pure, brutal violence, and I had no doubts that these men hurt their women in much worse ways than anything I’d ever imagined doing to Lucy. She was so sweet compared to these girls. So fucking innocent, and pure. I hated having her there.

  And now we were in fucking trouble, too.

  “I’ll pay,” I said out loud. “Whatever it fucking takes.”

  The man leaned towards me, both girls back to sucking his cock. It was hard not to stare.

  “You think you can pay your way into anything, uts’kho? You think your money will help you get out of anything?” he hissed at me.

  I had no fucking clue what to say, so I just stared at him, returning his hateful gaze. My hand was at my side, touching the gun I’d brought through the fabric of my pants. My just-in-case weapon might come in handy a lot sooner than I thought it would, and I was fucking nervous. I hadn’t fired a gun in years.

  “Well…” the man snarled. And then suddenly he laughed out loud, stretching his arms out. “You’re fucking right, uts’kho. You pay, you play.”

  I laughed back because I didn’t know what the fuck else to do, but my hand stayed on the gun.

  “I am Sandro, and tonight we play together,” the man said. “We play for money. Or would you rather play for bitches, uts’kho?”

  He eyed Lucy with his hungry eyes, drinking in the beauty that was only supposed to be mine. She crawled deeper between my legs and he laughed out loud.

  “I like it when they’re scared,” he whispered to me, his eyes on my girl. I’d never wanted to hurt anyone as much as I wanted to hurt him. But we had to do this. We had to fucking play, if we wanted an in with these men. If we wanted any kind of help finding Charli.

  “Maybe later,” I said dismissively, feeling Lucy’s body stiffen against mine. I wished I could’ve told her I was bluffing, but there was no way of doing it with all those men around. “Let’s fucking play for cash first.”

  Sandro laughed out loud, hitting the table in front of him so loudly Lucy jumped between my legs. “Then let’s fucking play,” he said.

  12 Lucy

  The whole place was giving me bad vibes.

  There was no safe place. Nowhere to hide if the man suddenly decided we were the enemy. They outnumbered us by far, and I couldn’t fight anyway. I’d never even been in a fight apart from the high school brawl I described to Beau in my letter. The whole situation was fucking scary. But I had to admit… it was sending adrenaline through my veins, somehow exciting me despite the danger of being in a room with men who could snap my neck with a single move of their skilled, tattooed fingers.

  I snuggled against Beau’s legs as the men got ready for their game. I knew nothing about cards, but I knew they were playing poker. I couldn’t be of much help to Beau… but I would sure as hell try. And I wanted to find out as much as possible from the Georgians while we were there, too. I needed to know where my sister was.

  My heart thumped at the thought of Charli. Was she okay? Would she ever be able to forgive me for everything I’d done?

  I would never know unless we found her. So I had to focus my every effort in getting her back, and I knew everything would be okay. Because it had to be. I needed to catch a break, or I’d lose my damn mind.

  “So, your toy,” Sandro said to Beau with a toothy grin. My body tensed, not wanting any kind of attention from him. “She’s a quiet one. Does she have any bite?”

  I hissed at him like a wildcat, and the man laughed out loud. Beau’s knees tensed around me so much I thought he would squeeze the life right out of me. He was pissed.

  “Wild pussy,” Sandro laughed. “Looks like you have your work cut out with that one. She’s fucking sexy, too. You share?”

  “No.” Beau’s answer was simple, but it came a little too fast. It made me want to smile, so I grinned at the Georgian who was staring at me with a gaze so intense I knew he was stripping me of my clothes in his filthy fucking mind. “I don’t share her. She’s new. Too scared to be shared.”

  His words cut through me like a knife. Is that really what he thought? When I’d gotten used to him fucking me, was he going to share me with any other man he deemed worthy? Surely that didn’t mean Sandro.

  I sneaked another look at the man, his rough, tatted skin and his gold teeth. He could’ve be
en handsome in another life, if he hadn’t ruined his smile, and his body with steroids that made his muscles look unnatural, the veins on them standing strong and proud, throbbing before my eyes.

  “What a shame,” Sandro said roughly, reaching for me. I hissed again, and before either Beau or I could react, Sandro slapped my face with the full force of his palm. “Shut the fuck up, girl. You think you have a right to fucking hiss at me like some animal? You better think twice.”

  He reached for his belt, flashing me a view of his gun. I could feel the blood leaving my skin.

  My face was burning so much I could have screamed. I felt his handprint blooming on my cheek, the only place where I had any color on my face anymore, besides my cherry red lips.

  “She hasn’t been trained well,” he barked at Beau. “We don’t let girls like that come in here. Trained only. See? Like these two.”

  He pointed to the two whores in his lap who were sucking his cock with drugged up, blank expressions. They didn’t even know what they were doing. I shivered at the thought of my sister being forced to do something similar, or possibly even worse than what was going on in front of me. I could kill that man with my bare hands. If Beau hadn’t clamped his legs around me, I could at least fucking try.

  “I know,” Beau sighed heavily, nudging me with his leg. We’d agreed before going in there that that would be our sign, and he’d nudge me every time he wanted me to feel safe. I was going to be okay, and both of us were going to leave that place in one piece. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me, not that day, not ever. “She’s been a nightmare. But I like a challenge. Makes it that much sweeter when they break.”

  Sandro laughed out loud and I wondered why his words sounded true. Like it was really what we’d been doing. I wasn’t going to submit when I met him, but he was working me, slowly molding me into the girl he wanted me to be.

  And I wasn’t sure whether I loved it, or hated it. I guessed I’d find out more with time.

  “I can tell she will break nicely,” Sandro grinned, looking at me like I was a piece of meat again. I hated his eyes on me. His gaze made me feel so damn dirty.

  I opened my mouth to speak up when Beau suddenly wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed my words away. Nothing but a little whimper came out.

  “Remember your fucking place,” he hissed at me. “Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, little bitch.”

  Sandro laughed out loud and I blushed deeply. Not because he’d talked down to me, but because his words made my pussy swell with the need to be touched. What was he doing to me? All this stuff that was so damn wrong, making me feel like it was so perfect and good. The effect Beau had on me was undeniable. I melted when he was around, and my pussy opened up when he so much as looked at me. I wanted him. I wanted this.

  “Good to know you can at least shut her up,” the Georgian grumbled as the cards were being dealt. “She’ll be a good little cum-slut in no time, I’d say.”

  Neither Beau or I said a thing. I sat on my hands and glared at Sandro, but he didn’t even grace me with another glance.

  I waited until all the men had cards and snuck closer to Beau. He smoothed my hair down distractedly, gently smoothing down the locks that had escaped their place. He muttered something to himself, and then they started playing.

  I’d never seen a game of poker being played out in front of me, but it was interesting. I tried to ignore our surroundings as the men began to play.

  Beau won the second game.

  Looks of surprise went all across the room and the man stared.

  He won another one.

  Now they were getting suspicious.

  A third one.

  Sandro’s top lip twitched in barely held back anger.

  He didn’t say a word though, and they kept playing. Beau kept winning.

  “You got good luck today,” Sandro told him through pursed lips set in a thin line. “We’ll see how fucking long it lasts. I’d bet that it will be over sooner than you know it.”

  He glanced at me, his hungry eyes drinking in my revealing outfit. I knew he wanted to touch me, and I let my tongue dart out between my cherry red lips as I licked them. He could look all he wanted, but I knew my Beau would never share me with a man like the ripped, vicious-looking Georgian. I was safe… for now.

  “Your bitch is making eyes at me,” Sandro said, laughing at Beau. I felt his legs tense again, and I buried my face between them. “See, look now, she’s embarrassed. She was giving me the eye, Mr. Wolfe. You going to let your little whore look at someone? Want to fuck someone else, little girl? I’ll give you what you want…”

  “I wasn’t,” I whispered against Beau’s leg, barely audible. “I swear I wasn’t.”

  He smoothed down my hair again, his hands rough against me. He was holding something back, and I wasn’t sure whether he was angry at me or at the Georgian.

  “I’ll deal with her later,” Beau said dismissively.

  “No,” Sandro roared. “You will deal with her right the fuck now. I’ve told you countless times, boy. We don’t let untrained bitches in here, and your whore is getting on my fucking nerves. I think it’s about time she showed her worth.”

  He shoved the two girls off his lap and I glanced at him, his cock angry and red, standing up proud from a dark bush of hair.

  “Now, if you don’t want to do it,” Sandro said with a grin. “She’ll just have to suck my cock instead.”

  I whimpered and crawled deeper between Beau’s legs. He couldn’t make me do it. I would throw up if he made me suck that big, threatening cock. I could never get it down my throat without gagging.

  “What do you want me to do?” Beau asked. His voice was tense, and I wondered whether the Georgian could tell he was nervous. I wondered how I knew it, too. I’d only known him for a matter of days, yet it already seemed like I was getting a good hold on the man, getting to know every small detail about the way he acted and spoke. “She’s not been trained properly. I don’t know if she can handle a cock like yours.”

  “I’d fucking like to see her try,” Sandro grinned. “She’d look damn fine choking on this dick.”

  “I want to suck yours,” I whispered against Beau’s thigh. I could feel his cock twitch against my jaw, just my words getting him impossibly hard.

  “Little bitch wants to suck cock!” Sandro piped up again. “How fucking perfect. What are you waiting for, then?”

  His question was directed at Beau, but my man didn’t move. He sat stiffly in his chair, his cock growing thicker next to my skin. But I knew this was the deciding moment. I’d acted out several times and these men needed to see we were just like them. They needed to see I’d do anything for Beau, even degrade myself just to please him. And he wasn’t making a move to make it happen, so I knew I had to do it for him.

  I reached for his zipper with trembling fingers. He didn’t stop me, and the Georgians laughed out loud when I struggled with his pants. Beau didn’t make a single move to help me.

  “Go ahead, whore,” Sandro told me in a rough, strained voice. His hands were on his cock as he watched me, and my own hands shook as I pulled down Beau’s zipper and his boxers.

  The cock I’d gotten to know better sprang free, hard already, the tip dripping with precum I wasn’t expecting. I looked up at Beau, but he didn’t return my gaze. Instead, he was staring intently at the Georgians behind the poker table. I knew we were in trouble if he couldn’t take his eyes off the men who could’ve killed us with two shots. Bang, bang, and we’d be gone.

  I grabbed his cock, gently stroking his length with my trembling fingers. He let out a sigh so loud it sounded like he hadn’t exhaled in years.

  “Good girl,” he muttered, and a soft mewl escaped my lips because I couldn’t fucking help myself when he called me that. It made Sandro laugh out loud, and I blushed, shutting my eyes tightly as I felt the Georgian’s eyes on me.

  My fingers wrapped more firmly around Beau’s girth, and I looked up at him
as my mouth inched closer to his tip. He finally looked down, his brows knitted together in worry as I wrapped my lips around his tip.

  “Fuck,” he breathed out, in a tone so gentle it just made me work harder. I sucked his whole tip into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. Beau was staring down at me, beads of sweat erupting along his forehead, his hands gripping the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. “Come on, babydoll.”

  That name. That gaze. The way he wouldn’t touch me, but wouldn’t tell me to stop either.

  I whimpered and sucked him. I forgot about where we were, forgot about the men watching us and sucked his cock like it was my only job in the world to get him to come like a fountain.

  “She’s a fucking amateur,” Sandro growled. “Is this her first time sucking a dick?”

  Beau looked right at him.

  “Yes,” he said simply.

  That shut all of them up, and they stared at me as I worked his cock clumsily, my hands wrapping around him and trying to find the right spot so I could get him as deep as possible inside my mouth.

  I kept looking up at him, hoping he would tell me whether I was doing it right. But Beau didn’t say a single word, didn’t let out a sound. His body was rigid, his hands gripping the armrest as I sucked him off. His eyes were cloudy, the blue in his unseeing one so bright it felt blinding, while the brown one was darker than black.

  I sucked him deeper and he finally groaned. Every sound he made just made me want to work so much harder. Suddenly, this wasn’t about Charli anymore. This was about pleasing him, about showing him what a good little girl I could be and getting praise from him. That was all that mattered. His hand on my throat, pushing me down. His voice telling me I was doing a good job, that I was a good little girl for him, that he would reward me if I milked his cock dry. That I’d get to drink every drop of cum he spilled down my throat. I needed it. I needed him telling me that, but he fucking wouldn’t.