Her smirk grew, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Fuck, there are a endless possibilities of manipulating this to your advantage, boss. You can take complete control of Vega Conglomerate, and I'm sure you already know that." She paused, then added in a devilish tone, "That Vega girl. I can slit her throat and get her out of the way."
Slowly, I lowered my gaze to meet hers. Whatever she must have seen in my expression wiped off the grin on her face and she shrank back, a lost look briefly crossing her eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again."
"Know your boundaries, Gina." I said in a deadly quiet tone. I hated Alexandra Vega, but not enough to fucking assassinate her. I had no reason to fucking kill her. I had no interest in Vega wealth. And I don't fucking take what's not mine. I was interested in having total control of the merged assets, but my plan was secret, and did not involve any murders.
Gina was quiet for a moment, then her demonic smile came back. I didn't bother to ask what fucked up thoughts were cooking in her mind, because I honestly didn't give a fuck, but when she looked at me with lust-filled eyes, I knew exactly what she wanted.
"Let me." She inched closer, leaning down till her face was hovering over my cock, which was already hardening again from all the attention.
Without thinking, I grabbed her hair roughly and forced her face down my cock. She moaned, struggling to take it all inside her mouth and throat. The tingling carnal pleasure swirled through me as I watched her gobble down my meat desperately, like a little fucking whore.
Gina was deadly. The deadliest weapon in my arsenal. A skilled assassin. In an Empire like mine, which dealt with two of the wealthiest industries on the planet -Tech and Weaponry- I was sure to have a lot of deadly enemies, so agents like Gina were scattered all over the empire globally. But she was their leader. The most skilled.
And she was wrapped around my finger and cock like an infatuated little pet. She popped my veined cock out of her mouth with a trail of saliva following it and then sucked off the pre cum from the head. She shamelessly rubbed her face down my cock, inhaling deeply like it was cocaine. Then she gobbled it into her mouth again, pumping up and down expertly.
I bit down on my bottom lip at the amazing burst of pleasure she was giving me, grazing my fingers through her short pink hair.
Despite her having so much skills, she wouldn't go against my orders. She had proven her loyalty a lot of times, but I could never really trust her. Trust people, in general. I reached out to pick up her deadly curved dagger from the rug. As she sucked me off, I pressed the dagger on her soft ass, and nicked it. She moaned decadently, pushing her ass backward like she wanted another cut.
A tiny blood droplet swelled from the cut.
It made me grow harder and larger in her warm mouth. She was the only woman that knew of my blood kink and didn't freak out. Probably because she was already a freak. She loved pain. She wanted to be overpowered, hit and cut during sex, extreme BDSM shit. Making her bleed turned her on more than anything. She was a perfect match for my kinky shit. But she knew her place.
I could destroy her if she overstepped the line. And she knew that.
And she was one of the few people not repulsed by my bloody method of torturing my enemies. She was just as fucked up as I was, and I was going to use her to find the bastard who had dared to ambush and murder my men.
The swirls of pleasure built up rapidly the faster she pumped her head, throat closing up on the tip of my cock. I threw my head back with my lips parted, hair strands flying. With a curse, I cummed straight down her throat.
*
Alexandra
I had fallen asleep in the bathtub.
Fuck. I opened my eyes, only to realize that exhaustion had knocked me out while I was taking a bath in preparation for the dinner. Groggily dragging myself up, I reached for my phone on the edge and checked the time. It was just 20 minutes until eight pm. The dinner starts by eight.
"Shit." I spat and stepped out of the bathtub, water sloshing everywhere from my naked body. "How could I fucking fall asleep on a day like this?"
It was not surprising, considering the fact that I had stayed up the previous night training with Aunt Isla, so I was actually deprived of sleep. With a soft towel, I quickly dried off, glaring at myself in the mirror. I'm a Vega, I should never let disorganized shit like this happen!
Aunt Isla and everybody else that was in my house had all gone back home, since the day was over. So there had been no one to find me passed out in the tub. I was going to meet Aunt Isla at the dinner, and that was the only thing I was looking forward to tonight. With the speed of light, I moisturized and threw on some underwear. Then I ran the hair dryer, blow drying my thick, damp curls. It was taking forever.
My hair never dried off quickly, so I just tied it up into a high ponytail and blow dried it till it was slightly dry. Then styled it to the best of my ability. My beauticians were not here to work their magic.
I was already rushing out of my bathroom in just panties when my phone began to blow off ringing. Shit. I grabbed it and looked at the caller ID. Mom. Shit. It was eight pm sharp. I dragged in a deep breath, mentally trying to calm down and find my cool. Yes, I was late. But it does not matter. Squaring my shoulders, I walked over to my closet to pick an outfit.
The Reyes and their insufferable prick can wait as long as it takes me to get dressed and look perfect. I was not in a hurry to see those annoying metal grey eyes tonight, anyway.