Vengeance: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Empire Sin)

by Isabella Starling

  I couldn’t get the memory of her watching us fuck out of my mind. I never liked girls, but her watching us like that made me want to do it again so very badly. Even though I felt deeply submissive to Carter, the thought of her watching, being unable to get fucked by him herself, filled me with a sense of power I’d never really had before.

  Carter had allowed me to go into his library, despite my disaster with the bookcase in my own room. And that’s where I was that day, stuck with my nose in a book, when Carolina came and knocked on the door.

  “Miss, lunch is going to be ready soon,” she reminded me gently.

  I looked up from my book, still completely lost in a different world.

  “Oh, Carolina,” I said softly. “Can I have it later, please? I really want to finish this book first.”

  “No, miss.” There was a small smile playing on her lips as she shook her head. “Mr. Knight said you have to eat. You’re getting too skinny again.”

  “Please?” I tried one last time. “Maybe I could just have a quick bite up here?”

  She looked at me for a long time and finally gave me a short nod and a smile. “I’ll bring something up in a little while, Miss Evangeline.”

  “Thank you.” I gave her a big, sincere smile, and went back to my book.

  She was true to her word and came back ten minutes or so later with a platter. She brought me some soup and a sandwich, with the crust cut off. She set it down on the table next to me and lingered in the room when I dug in.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked her with my mouth full, giving her a worried look. “Did something happen?”

  My heart pounded at the thought of Carter getting hurt or something. It made me so anxious I stopped chewing and just stared at her, desperate for her answer.

  “No, not at all, miss,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering…”

  “Yes?” I was getting curious now.

  “Well,” she cleared her throat. “I don’t know if Mr. Knight told you, but I’ve started going to school. Just a local college.”

  “Yes… Go on,” I prompted her. My heart beat with excitement. It had been so very long since I’d had a friend, and it felt so good to talk to someone that wasn’t Carter. Not that I didn’t like him, but sometimes I longed for a friend. The house could feel so lonely without him here.

  “I have some required reading to do,” she went on. “One of the books is The Great Gatsby. I couldn’t help but notice you’re reading it.”

  I looked down at the book in my lap. “It’s my first time reading it,” I said. “I like it a lot.”

  She beamed, and it made me smile back at her.

  “I liked it as well,” she said. “I should have checked with Mr. Knight before asking you, but… I was hoping you could help me with my essay on the book.”

  She twisted her arms nervously, and my heart swelled. I wanted to do this so badly. I hadn’t even realized just how badly I needed a friend before she came to talk to me.

  “I would like that,” I admitted, and she gave me a nervous smile. “Do you have time now? We can talk about it a little, I’m just about done with the book.”

  “Yes,” she nodded. “I think I could take a couple minutes off.”

  The couple of minutes turned into an hour, and then two. We chatted for what seemed like no time at all and ages at the same time, about the book and everything else. She was very careful about revealing personal information, but she did admit she had a crush on a classmate she went to the local community college with.

  “What does he look like?” I grinned at her, and she stifled a giggle. When we were sitting down like this, it was hard to remember what we both were. She felt more like a friend than a maid, and she was barely a few years older than me. She could have been my older sister.

  “He’s blonde, tanned,” she smiled. “He looks like a surfer, I think he must go to the beach pretty often.”

  “Oh,” I said, and she laughed at my perplexed face.

  “Not your type?” she teased me. “I’m sorry, I forgot you prefer inked, tall, dark and handsome.”

  I smiled back weakly and an awkward silence sat between us for a few minutes before she finally sighed.

  “It doesn’t matter, anyway,” she said softly. “He’s never going to notice me, is he?”

  “What do you mean?” I gave her a puzzled look.

  “Oh come on, miss.” She still hadn’t stopped calling me that, and I wasn’t sure she would have if I asked her to. “It’s not like I can hide the ugliest part of me like some other people.”

  She touched her scar self-consciously, her fingers outlining the ridges on her face.

  “Carolina,” I said gently. “You’re so beautiful, scar or not. I’m sure he’s noticed that as well. And if he is a good man, he shouldn’t care about the scar at all.”

  “I know,” she replied softly, and I could tell she was on the verge of tears. I wanted to reach forward and hold her hand so very badly, but I had a feeling it might not be a good idea. She seemed so vulnerable, sitting across from me like that.

  “He won’t care,” I told her. “No one should, Carolina. If they do, they’re not worthy of you. And you’re so beautiful. You must know that.”

  I blushed before I went on, but I knew I had to. She sniffled, and I could tell how upset she really was. I wanted to make her feel better just like any friend would.

  “I was so intimidated by you at first,” I admitted. “When I first came to the house… I was so scared, because you were so special to him. So beautiful.”

  She raised her eyes to me.

  “Special?” she asked in her heavy accent. Even her voice sounded beautiful. I would be eternally jealous, especially because of the connection there. “I don’t think I’m special.”

  “Carter does,” I whispered, not sure if it was loud enough for her to hear. She didn’t react to my words.

  “Carolina,” I asked her gently. “Who put that scar on your face?”

  She looked up at me, but she didn’t say a word. Her expression was one of hurt, of sadness so deep I couldn’t even understand it.

  I reached for her hand, feeling panic rise within me.

  “Please,” I begged her. “I have to know, Carolina.”

  “It was…” She swallowed thickly, her eyes flitting from one end of the room to the other. “It was just a very bad man, miss. You don’t want to know about it.”

  Oh, but I did. I wanted to know so very badly.

  She got up quickly after that, smoothing down her apron and giving me a nervous, sad little smile.

  “I better get back to work,” she said. “Mr. Knight will be home any minute.”

  “Yes,” I replied, feeling low. “I’ll be here, if you need me… Or maybe want to talk again…”

  She nodded nervously, and then she was gone, just like that, leaving me lonelier than I’d been in weeks.

  I tried to get back into my book, reading a paragraph here and there, but I wasn’t feeling it. And just as well, because Carter walked into the room a few minutes later.

  “Hello, toy,” he said. Was his voice affectionate or was I just imagining it? It was impossible to tell anymore, and it was driving me crazy. “Had a nice day?”

  “Yes,” I replied in a small voice. “Did you have a busy workday?”

  “Fucking insane,” he grunted, shrugging off his suit jacket. He came to stand next to me, his hand wrapping in my hair possessively. “You’ll make it better though, won’t you, Angel?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I replied, and it made him grin. He really was painfully fucking handsome.

  Of course, I’d known this all along when I was doing my reading and checking up on him, but the more time I spent with him, the more obvious it got. And the harder it was for my body to resist him… I wanted him so very badly, my thighs ached as I clenched them together, trying desperately not to show him the effect he had on my body.

  “I wan
ted to ask you something,” he said, stroking my hair. “I have a final meeting about Van Der Meer tomorrow to settle some numbers. I’d like to take you with me.”

  “What?” My eyes widened in surprise. He actually wanted to take me out again… And not just that, he wanted to take me to an important business meeting with him. My heart pounded. This could be my chance… I could set my whole plan into motion.

  The plan I’d be working on for years and years.

  To see Carter Knight behind bars. To see him convicted of the crimes he’d committed.

  But now I wasn’t sure I could go through with it.

  He hadn’t ever raped me… And I wanted to tell the world he did. I wanted him to go down in flames, and I wanted everyone to know what a fucking monster he was, and how he treated me. I wanted him to burn.

  But now, without any solid proof, I’d just be a little girl crying wolf. And it would do me no good.

  “Okay,” I said softly. “I’ll come with you. But why do you want me there?”

  I assumed it was something to do with fucking me in public.

  “I just do,” he replied. “Plus, you’ve had some good ideas about the whole deal. I want you to look at the numbers yourself and see what you notice.”

  I blushed. I’d never gotten a compliment like that from him before, and it made me nervous.

  “Okay,” I whispered. “I want to come.”

  He grinned at me and tugged on my hair a little too hard.

  “You never had a choice, pretty toy,” he reminded me.

  Twenty-One

  Carter

  I knew Evangeline was nervous about being at the meeting, but I was also nervous myself. Not because I thought she would embarrass me, not at fucking all.

  I was nervous because as we drove to the building in the city, I realized how fucking hard it would be to keep my hands off her when we were in the conference room.

  She sat close to me on the way, her legs curled up on my lap, not saying a single word as we headed into the city. I kept sneaking glances at her, but it seemed like she was caught up in her own thoughts, not even noticing when I looked at her. I’d dressed her up for the occasion in a pretty black peplum dress, and heels that were just a little too high for the office. Her dark brown hair fell around her shoulders in rich waves. Carolina had helped her get ready, doing her makeup in a subdued, but still sexy way. Just the way I wanted it to be. She looked pretty damn near perfect.

  I stroked her legs absentmindedly as we drove, and by the time we pulled up in front of the building, I knew that keeping my hands off her might as well be impossible.

  Leading her into the elevator with my hand on her back, we went to the top floor. I noticed several employees looking at us, not because it was unusual for me to bring someone into the office, but because she was so fucking young and so very stunning at the same time. My cock swelled at the thought of fucking her right there, in my glass office, while everyone fucking watched. That would show my father. But it wasn’t the only reason I wanted to do it. Mostly I just wanted to be inside her. Feel her coming on my cock like she had before… I lived for those moments when her eyes rolled back and she gave herself to me completely.

  I sat down on my office chair and tapped my leg to show her where she was supposed to go.

  Evangeline approached me meekly, sitting down on my lap with her hands folded in her own. She crossed her legs and gave me a shy little look that made me ache.

  “What do you want me to do, Daddy?” she asked, and she gasped when she felt my cock twitch under her ass.

  “We’re going to look at some more numbers,” I told her. “I want to hear your thoughts on this subject, so I thought I’d bring you in so we can go through them together. Is that okay, little toy?”

  “Yes,” she said softly.

  “Yes what?” I reminded her, and she giggled.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  My cock twitched again, and she just gave me a naughty look that drove me abso-fucking-lutely insane before looking at the papers and the computer screen on my desk.

  “So, is this all the information?” she asked, and I nodded.

  I showed her around the files, and she pointed out some interesting discrepancies here and there. Together, we came to the conclusion one of the directors of the board at Van Der Meer was doing a poor job.

  “I think I might have to fire him,” I said thoughtfully, and she gave me a look filled with pain.

  “Please don’t,” she said, making me look at her with surprise in my eyes.

  “Why not?” I wanted to know.

  “I just… don’t want you to fire people for no reason,” she admitted, nervously pulling on her hair.

  “Fair enough,” I replied. “What’s your suggestion, then?”

  “Well, let’s look at his information,” she suggested, and I opened the employee’s file on my computer. “Okay, so he has kids… Three. He lives in the suburbs so he commutes to work. He got promoted two years ago from head of creative marketing… Why such a sudden promotion?”

  “I believe there was an opening for a higher position, and he excelled at his job, so someone suggested he do it,” I replied. “I don’t know for sure, though. It was before we merged with the company. Obviously.”

  “Obviously,” she repeated, teasing me with a little giggle. I shut her up by sliding my hand up her leg and she gasped instead. She shook her head then, trying to focus on the task ahead once more. “Okay, so he got promoted to a position he doesn’t seem to like very much. Look… these employee pictures.”

  She pointed to one where he was a creative director from three years ago, and one from last year.

  “He looks so unhappy,” she said thoughtfully. “I don’t think he likes this job. Didn’t you say you were looking for someone to head the creative team instead? That’s in a town closer to him, and it would take less commuting to get there. He could work in the creative field again as well. You could just reassign him and see if that fixes things, appoint someone else to the board. Would that work, Daddy?”

  I gave her a thoughtful look. “Why are you so intent on helping this guy?”

  She blushed and looked down at her hands. “I just don’t like the thought of you firing people. I’d like to think… everyone deserves a second chance.”

  I pondered her words, and finally shrugged.

  “Fine, I guess we could do it,” I said. “I could give it a go for three months and see how he does. Would that make you happy, little toy?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said with a big grin, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Oh, thank you so much.”

  I was slightly surprised by her insistence to fix this guy’s future, but I decided not to bring it up again. She really was a compassionate little thing, though. It made me very proud to see her want the best for everyone, from the employees to the company, and even me, overseeing the whole thing.

  “The meeting will start in a few minutes, Angel,” I told her. “I’ll give you a choice. You can wait in here, or you can come to the conference room with me. I don’t mind either way, but it’s up to you if you want to see me present your ideas, or wait here. So, what will it be, pretty toy?”

  She chewed her bottom lip, thinking about what to do.

  “I want to come with,” she finally admitted. “I want to see their reactions.”

  “Okay,” I grinned at her. “We’ll say you’re my new personal assistant. I want to do something first, though.”

  “What’s that, Daddy?” she gave me a curious look and I grinned at her before pulling a drawer in my desk open. Her eyes widened when she saw the contents.

  “Daddy,” she gasped. “We can’t do that. Not here.”

  Her eyes glanced around my office. It was a closed-off space, but the walls were all glass. Anyone could see in here, but no one was around. For now.

  “You still want to come with?” I asked, and she nodded slowly. “If you’re coming with me, I want you to be a good little girl and wea
r a plug in your pretty asshole for me.”

  She squirmed on top of me and gave me a fearful look.

  “You’re a mean daddy,” she said, and it made me laugh out loud. “I’m serious. You make me do bad things.”

  “But if I stopped, you would only like me less,” I winked at her.

  She giggled at the thought and let me help her get up. I bent her over my desk, just like that, and she gasped when I pulled her dress up. I practically tore her panties off, the thong ripping and making her gasp again when I got rid of it.

  “Open your ass up for me,” I said roughly, and her hands trembled as she reached back, parting her cheeks to show me that pretty, puckered little hole.

  “Fucking beautiful, toy,” I growled, picking one of the plugs from my drawer and pushing it between her pussy lips. “Fucking soaked, just like I thought.”

  “Please,” she begged, barely above a whisper. “Daddy please.”

  “Please what?” I asked. “You want it inside you?”

  Someone walked past the office and she blushed as deeply as I’d ever seen her as she looked back at me.

  “Hurry,” she whispered. “I don’t want them to see…”

  “Okay, little girl,” I said softly, and slowly, I forced the pink-jeweled plug inside her tight little ass. She held her own palm over her mouth to muffle the sounds she was making, driving me insane. I didn’t stop until the plug was firmly inside her, her asshole filled to the brim. Her ass looked so pretty with the pink, heart-shaped crystal adorning the little hole there.

  “Does it hurt?” I asked her gently. I noticed her whole body was shivering, her limbs drumming against the glass of my desk.

  “N-no,” she muttered. “Just feels so… so full.”

  “Good,” I replied, resisting the urge to hold my cock through my pants. “Come on, toy, we’re leaving.”

  I helped her up on those shaky legs of hers, and she clutched me so tightly, her fingernails dug into my skin as I led her into the conference room by her hand, not giving a shit about anything. Not my dad seeing, not Lloyd or any of the other investors. They already had a shitty opinion of me anyway, so what fucking difference would it make?