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Curious little lamb.
Strangely enough, my first emotion when my eyes landed on the countless naked bodies strewn around the great room was not horror.
Virginal or not, this was the norm to me. I grew up in this world, surrounded by naked bodies and violent penetration. I had been primed for this fate, and I knew exactly what this room was used for.
Brothels.
Because of this, the only emotion flowing through my veins was immense relief.
Because Fabio was not in attendance at tonight's monthly taster.
He wasn't here and my odds of surviving the night had risen significantly.
My gaze flicked over every last one of them, every bare woman and man, every couple, and every whore with three and four male clients on her.
I didn’t bat an eyelid as I stood in the doorway in my white nightdress, clutching his dagger so tightly in my hand that blood dripped from my fingertips.
My purpose tonight was not to judge or envy these women.
It was not to question human physiology, or wonder how so many cocks could enter one body.
My purpose was to prove a point.
And take revenge.
Uncaring of the slicing pain in my hand, and driven forward by my thirst for vengeance, I spied the room and when I found him, sprawled out on the leather couch, still semi-clothed, with his arms stretched across the back of the leather, and a woman on her knees between his legs, I let my instincts take over.
Stepping around the couples fucking on the floor, I prowled towards the couch, lip curled up in fury.
Silent as a ghost and with my target in sight, I weaved between the debauchery and whoring, ignoring the screams and sounds of flesh pounding against flesh, balls slapping against pussy, not stopping until I was standing behind her.
The blonde.
Tamisha.
His whore for the night.
I knew all about the Cuban whore, with her perfect tits and her unusual hair. She had become my obsession for many weeks now. Ever since I made the unfortunate discovery of seeing my intended mount her in the lair.
Tamisha was a new whore to the compound and Trig had been assigned to work her over, train her in like his daddy ordered, and I had witnessed every minute of it.
She was worth a lot of money to Fabio, which was why, I presumed, this fine display of fuckery was occurring.
I knew the ropes of how the prostitution side of my father and Fabio's business was run, and having Fabio's notoriously picky son take her mouth in full view of potential clients was a bold marketing move that instantly increased her monetary worth and desirability, not to mention piqued the male clientele's interest.
It was quite genius really.
A rare find, I had overheard Fabio call Tamisha.
A guaranteed bestseller on the black market of bartered flesh.
Not for much longer.
Neither one of them noticed me standing there. He had his eyes closed, too busy enjoying the feel of her tongue lapping him, and she was too busy choking on his dick to come up for air.
Tilting my head to one-side, I studied Trig's flushed cheeks, and the way he bit down on his swollen bottom lip as he rocked his hips against her face, fucking her mouth in a slow, leisurely rhythm.
He didn't touch her, he kept his arms stretched over the back of the couch, giving the whore free rein of his cock.
