The Tyrant Read online Penelope Sky (Banker #3)

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Banker Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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Damien’s dick was rock hard. “You’re beautiful. No stretch marks. But your pussy might not be as tight as what I’m used to. So maybe we’ll start with an ass-fuck. But first…I want you on your knees…your mouth on my dick.”

I couldn’t wait to kill this asshole. I couldn’t wait to avenge Cato. I couldn’t wait to get justice for my father.

I pulled my panties down my legs then moved to my knees like he asked.

“Grab my dick, sweetheart. See what a man feels like.”

I complied, disgusted at the feeling of his pulse against my fingertips. His size was pathetic in comparison to Cato’s. “How do you like it?”

He grinned. “I like this version of you. The wetter, the better. I feel like I just bought the sexiest whore from the Underground.” His cock twitched in my hands, like he was getting off on his own words.

Egotistical freak.

I spat on his dick first and smeared my saliva up and down his base. Instead of being disgusted by what I was doing, I focused on the move I was about to make. I had to calm him, to make him drop his guard so he wouldn’t be able to stop me. I jerked him from tip to base, making his thighs tighten and his eyes close.

He leaned back on his elbows as his breathing escalated. “I’m so glad you fell in love with Cato Marino. Who knew it would be the greatest thing that ever happened to me?”

“And the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” I subtly pulled the knife from my hair then while he breathed through the pleasure. Then I pressed the blade against his shaft and severed it from his body—like the cold-hearted bitch that I was. “That’s for Cato.” Blood squirted everywhere, and he let out a scream.

I covered his mouth with my hand and pushed him against the cot, doing my best to stifle his screams. With an injury like that, he wouldn’t last long before he died. It was a horrific way to go, but after seeing Cato beaten so badly that he was hardly recognizable, I felt no remorse.

I smashed his face into the cot while he got blood all over the bedding. His severed dick was somewhere on the floor, probably shriveled up and lifeless by now. I tuned out the sounds of his cries and used my strength to anchor the pillow over his face, to wait until the fight ended and he passed on to the next life—in hell.

Finally, his jerks slowed down, and he gave up. His lungs screamed for air they wouldn’t receive. His heart slowly stopped as blood no longer flowed. After a few seconds, he turned motionless, but he also became rigid, all the muscles in his body tightening at his moment of death.

Damien was gone.

Good fucking riddance.

I covered him with the blankets then put my clothes back on. Thankfully, the blood was on my skin so it was easy to hide underneath my shirt and pants. All I had was the small knife I’d just castrated him with, so I searched the room for a gun. Damien’s clothes had nothing useful inside of them, and since the cell was solid concrete, there wasn’t a place to hide a weapon anyway.

I could see all the blood from Cato’s body on the floor.

But I couldn’t think about that right now.

I knew he would be proud of me for what I’d just done, for taking my fate into my own hands. I got revenge for my father. I got revenge for Cato. And I got revenge for myself. Now all I had to do was sneak out of here.

I tucked the knife into my palm and moved down the hallway. I’d memorized the route during the walk, repeating the directions over and over in my mind so I wouldn’t forget them. But now I had to mirror those moves since I was going in the opposite direction—and completely flip them. I was starting at the end and going backward. But all I needed to do was get to the stairway with the hatch. The rest of the way would be easier.

Every time I came to a corner, I stopped and peered down the hallway to make sure no one was coming. I moved as quietly as possible down the hallways, and unfortunately, a lot of them looked identical.

That wasn’t good.

I stopped in front of a sign mounted on the wall and realized it was a map. It showed the location of the main stairwell out to the hatch.

Well, that worked out.

I kept walking, but I had to stop when a guard was about to cross my path. He moved down the hallway with a pistol sitting on his hip. Dressed in all black, he looked the same as the others guards I’d come across.


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