Chapter 25: One down, many more to go

Roman’s pov

The choked sob that tore from her throat was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

Her body bowed into a delicate curve against the table, trembling as she came, her thighs pressed so tightly together they formed a crease in her midnight blue dress.

I had to see her face. I needed to see how she looked, cumming for me. I would love nothing more than to drag her on the table and spread her out before me like a feast, so I could lap up every single drop of her pussy juices.

Reaching across the small space between us, I gently but firmly gripped her jaw, tilting her head up.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her dark lashes fanned out against cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful crimson.

Her full, red lips were parted, soft, wet gasps escaping them as the last shudders of her orgasm wracked her body. A single tear traced a path through her makeup.

"Vivi," I moaned, watching her try so hard to hide it, to swallow it down, but the raw ecstasy on her face was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. My cock throbbed against my pants, painfully hard.

"Good heavens," the woman beside her gasped. "She’s having some sort of attack! We must get her to the infirmary!"

Before I could offer a lie, Vivi’s brown fuck-me eyes fluttered open. They were dazed, hazy, and utterly captivating. The glint in them reeled me in like a moth to flame.

Was this how she had looked when my brother touched her? Flushed, beautiful, and the most sensual being on the planet?

She pushed herself up, swaying to the side until my arm slid around her hips to steady her. She gasped adorably, inching away from me.

"No," she breathed, her voice a soft, raspy whisper. "I’m... I’m fine. Just need the bathroom."

She was out of her chair and rushing away before anyone could protest. I watched her go, a slow grin spreading across my face. The silk of her dress clung to the gentle sway of that tempting ass with every hurried step.

The sway of her lush ass was hypnotizing.

I leaned back in my chair, trying to calm my cock straining against my pants. The chase was intoxicating.

The next time I made her cum, and there would be a next time, I would be face to face with her. I wanted to see those brown eyes light up; to watch the moment she shattered for me.

It was crazy, this pull I felt toward our housekeeper. But after coming back to Wisteria, a man was entitled to a little fun. My own head was so often a dark, quiet place, but she... she was like a firefly, a tiny, brilliant bead of light.

Just as I was about to follow her, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and read the message.

Gideon: Ken says everything is in place. Don’t forget what you’re supposed to do.

I sighed, ruffling my hair. I would love to follow her into the bathroom, but there was a reason I was here at this weird place instead of Malachi, as usual.

While my Vivi was composing herself in the bathroom, that would have to be enough time.

My eyes scanned the grand hall, dismissing the glittering crowd until I found my target. Senator Alan Wood.

He was standing near the bar, laughing with his protruding belly with a group of investors.

A waiter moved to stand beside him, holding a tray full of glasses of champagne and napkins, and gave me a thumbs up. That was Ken.

I rose smoothly, approaching him, grabbing a flute of champagne from his tray before barreling straight into the senator. The champagne sloshed, drenching the front of his expensive white jacket.

"What in the hell?!" he sputtered, looking down at the spreading stain with disgust.

"Watch where you’re going, you clumsy fool!"

"My sincerest apologies," I offered him my most charming, disarming smile. "Let me help."

"Don’t touch me," he snarled, shoving my hand away.

"I need to get this cleaned." He stormed off in the direction of the restrooms.

"Gee, he sure has a nasty temper," I chuckled as Ken came up beside me, his dark eyes flickering warily as we followed behind the senator.

Was he the second on the list or the fourth?

I couldn’t remember. Malachi was the one who knew the list by heart, and Gideon called the shots. I just made sure they happened.

All of them deserved to fucking die after what they did to our father.

"We cannot get caught...right, boss?" He glanced around surreptitiously while I took off my tux jacket, handing it over to him.

"O ye of little faith, Ken," My lips pulled in a grin. "Hold this for me; I wouldn’t want it to get stained."

Ken took it, his hands trembling slightly. "Sir, the security at the entrance was intense. I couldn’t..." He leaned in to whisper even lower.

"I couldn’t bring a weapon in for you, not even a butter knife. I have nothing on me."

I plucked a single, pristine tissue from the tray he was carrying. "This will do just fine." I turned towards the men’s bathroom, then paused.

"And watch out for my date, the brunette I came in with. If anyone so much as looks at her wrong, you let me know."

He nodded vigorously, while I pushed through the door to the restroom.

The senator was at the sink, dabbing furiously at his jacket with a damp paper towel. "Useless," he muttered to his reflection.

I held out the tissue. "Perhaps this will help."

He slapped my hand away, his double chin swaying from the movement. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

I let out a deep, low laugh. The sound echoed in the tiled bathroom while the man frowned. "I think you know who I am, Senator."

The way his face paled, the sudden dawning of recognition in his eyes, was so...delicious.

"You... you’re a Knight."

"More like the grim reaper," I corrected him, my tongue darting out to lick my lips slowly. I held up the flimsy tissue, rolling it between my fingers.

"Tell me, Senator. Do you think a simple tissue can kill a man?"

He blustered, his face turning red as he slowly backed towards the door. "There are cameras in here! You try anything, you’ll be thrown in prison for the rest of your life!"

I bowed my head, a mocking smile splitting my lips. "Thank you for your concern." I reached for the wall next to me, my fingers finding the light switch.

The lights went out, plunging the room into absolute darkness.

"Now, be good and don’t stain my outfit. It’s much harder to get blood out of my shirt than champagne."