Page 43 of Lethal King

I knew that IP address wouldn’t let me down—even if it was clearly left there on purpose.

That spicy rose-infused scent is baked into the walls. It’s subtle, but not subtle enough to ignore.

Hell, she might as well be right in front of me again. My cock reacts, engorging until it’s practically a third leg.

This time, I don’t dismiss the feeling. Instead, I let it drive me forward.

You’ll satisfy this hunger for me, kitten. And I’ll make sure you do it in the most shameful way imaginable.

Stale water drips from the ceiling as I find a stone staircase. The walls seem to close in as I ascend them, but each step I take causes my vibrating phone to pulse harder.

It’s locked on to a purposely subdued, but still strong digital signal. One that I found with the help of that hidden IP address. My best guess is that I’m headed toward the room where Rozalia keeps her security equipment.

If I can get there without being detected, then I can hack into the system and take control of it for myself. With that, I’ll have eyes watching the insides of her little lair.

Hopefully, that means I’ll be able to see her before she sees me. But even if she gets the first jump, I’ve brought a few surprises that not even the Black Cat can counteract.

Pushing my way out of the claustrophobic stone staircase, I come to a tight hallway. The stone walls are lined with dark moss and black cracks. My phone begins to beat like a pounding heart.

I’m close.

I let my thumping phone lead me to the end of the hall. There, a heavy door awaits. Taking a shallow breath, I press my ear against the peeling wood.

Through the dripping water and ringing silence, I can just make out a familiar buzz. The hum of technology.

I’m in the right place.

With one last check, I make sure my gun is locked and loaded. Then, without further ceremony, I kick down the door.

I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting, but somehow, it’s exactly as I imagined.

The wall ahead is covered to the ceiling with screens, each filled with a different video feed. Just in front of that, silhouetted against the white, flickering lights, is a tattered red chair, fit for a long-dead king.

Its tall back reaches up into the darkness above. From behind, It’s impossible to see if anyone’s sitting in it, but I quickly find its reflection in the monitors.

Empty.

Perfect.

Keeping my gun primed, I turn around and carefully shut the door behind me. When the splintered wood clicks shut, the wall next to it rattles ever so slightly. That draws my attention to the empty bookshelf in the corner of the room.

That might be a good spot to set up some of my own equipment.

I’ll get to that next.

First thing’s first, though.

As a safety measure, I pull out my little black ball and place it at the foot of the door, so that its near invisible red light can monitor the hallway outside while I get to work.

I also reach into my back pocket and pull out a repurposed lip balm container. The waxy homemade solution sticks to my skin as I dab the tip of my index finger across the top.

“Now, all I have to do is find you.”

Turning my attention back towards the flickering wall, I sit down on the ragged throne and begin my search for a hard drive.

It’s not difficult to find, and I’ve already placed my flash drive into the USB port when I spot movement on one of the screens.

“What do we have here…”