Page 44 of Lethal King

Just above, on the fourth monitor down from the ceiling, something catches my eye.

Before I can make out exactly what it is, the image wobbles and distorts. Then, everything slowly materializes back into focus.

That’s when I see her.

The prey I came here to hunt.

Rozalia Dorn.

She wanders into the frame with her back to the camera, but I can immediately tell it's her. She’s still in that tight black turtleneck from earlier. It hugs her curves like a fucking dream as she struts towards a bed.

A grunt leaks from my twisted lips. The adrenaline pumping through my veins involuntarily redirects to my cock.

And that’s before she even starts to undress.

“Don’t you dare,” I grumble, shifting in my seat as the Black Cat slowly unfurls before me.

It only takes me wanting to get a better view to realize how grainy the footage actually is. In fact, every screen on the wall looks like it’s being recorded on an outdated device—not that I care to look at any other screen. The entirety of my attention is fixated on one singular image.

Still, I find myself cursing the low quality of the video feed as I mindlessly lean forward.

I thought you could afford better than this, kitten.

“What are you doing?” I hear myself groan. It’s like I can feel myself losing control in real-time. But there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

With an elegant shrug of her long slender shoulders, Rozalia twirls out of her tight black top. The sight of her bare back makes me stiff. A bouquet of colorful tattoos fills up the pale, toned canvas. A single bleeding rose rides up her spine, flowering just under her nape.

My swollen cock twitches. I follow the dark green stem down her backside as she bends over and starts to pull down her leggings.

Just like that, the rhythm of my pounding switches beats. The gun in my hand just barely dangles from my fingertips. My jaw has dropped. My tight pants strangle the thick beast growing beneath my beltline.

I should have jerked off before coming.

Fuck.

I’m transfixed.

But I only get a glimpse of Rozalia’s lace panties before she pauses. It’s like the air is sucked out of this damp room.

“Don’t stop,” I quietly order.

As if she can hear me, Rozalia glances over her shoulder. That fucking face. It makes my heart jump. And combined with the sight of her toned ass, I just can’t control myself.

My gun dangles from my limp right hand as the fingers on my left move to free my throbbing cock. The subtle sound of my zipper unwinding cuts across the quiet room.

Ahead, on the grainy screen, Rozalia considers whether she should continue or not. To my delight, she decides to keep going.

“Good girl.”

Those tight black leggings slip down her soft pale thighs until I can see every last inch of her.

Well, almost every last inch.

“Now the panties,” I mindlessly whisper, completely lost to a primal lust.

My fingers squeeze around the base of my engorged shaft. A deep, addictive warmth washes up from below my waist.

I’m even more tempted to start stroking than I was in the shower.