Page 64 of Lethal King

I never thought I’d see Rozalia so close to breaking. Fuck. I’m shocked she didn’t. Usually, when someone is pushed to the edge, they jump. Either that, or they go limp and fall.

But even as the Black Cat begged for freedom, she never gave up.

I may not have physically been in front of her, but it felt like I could sense her determination.

It was perfect.

She was perfect.

I wanted her to struggle. And she gave me exactly what I wanted.

“One more time, kitten,” I grumble.

Tightening my fingers, I strangle my cock until it’s red and angry. Pre-cum leaks from my bulbous head. The video loops around to the start, back to when she first burst out into the alleyway.

I couldn’t have planned it any better.

Sure, my hologram was rudimentary compared to hers. But my setup was not. A million-dollar drone hovered two hundred feet above that stuffy restaurant, undetectable to the naked eye. It projected my image down into the alley like a dream, all while recording every last second of the delicious encounter.

Before that, I used the drone’s thermal imaging to watch as Rozalia and Tytus waited for their guest to arrive.

The identity of that guest is still a mystery to me—no name was ever mentioned—but I can’t imagine it will take long to figure it out.

The fucker waltzed into that high-end restaurant like he owned the place, and with a dozen bodyguards in tow too. I can’t imagine he’s exactly discreet.

I’ve already put Maksim on the task. My consigliere needed something to do while he took a break from his other mission.

I could have helped. But I’m busy.

Up on my screen, Rozalia falls to the alley floor again. Her tight little dress rides up her perfectly toned thighs, exposing her hidden holster.

My cock twitches.

“Who did you dress up for?” I wonder out loud.

To my chagrin, a pang of jealousy appears deep in my chest. It’s the same pang of jealousy I felt when I first saw what she was wearing to her little meeting.

It’s an outfit made to seduce.

My grip tightens around the base of my throbbing cock.

“You forget who you belong to…”

I’m going to find the man she dressed up all pretty for, and I’ll make her watch as I show her what happens when she ignores me for someone else.

Cracking my neck, I feel my gaze drift over to the remote I have sitting beside my laptop.

How many times have I made her cum so far? Three? Four times?

And yet she’s only made me erupt once.

We’ll have to change that.

Gritting my teeth, I pry my fingers from my cock and reach for the remote. At the top of the device, above the frequency dial, are the coordinates to Rozalia’s location.

Hopping back onto my laptop, I minimize the video and type the coordinates into my mapping program.

My prey waves hello in the form of a blinking red dot.