Emperor of Annihilation

TWENTY

EZEKIEL

It was a fucking mistake. No pun intended.

When I saw Monroe at the brothel last night, I became greedy.

Greedy with the fact she showed up. Greedy, she was in front of me. Greedy of her innocence. Greedy that she isn't mine.

Not anymore.

Seeing her in a tainted place like a brothel hardened and enraged my cock. Kenzo's dumbass decided to take her there without my permission.

Looking back now, the text he sent me three minutes before Clementine showed up made sense now.

KENZO: Left you a little present I know you'll have fun unwrapping.

Fucker knew what he was doing when he brought Monroe to the Brothel. My cock practically leaped out of my pants when I saw her there; pursed lips, flushed cheeks, staring up at me with those Bambi eyes.

Fuck, I wanted to ruin her.

Fucking her was not supposed to happen, it just did. I told her what would happen if she stepped onto my property and she did.

I took her virginity. Her. Fucking. Virginity. The entire time I thought some fucker had already corrupted her in a way I wanted to for years. After all Good girls were hard ons for teenage boys.

The whole time I thought she lost her innocence when in reality she never had any intention of giving it away had Kenzo not brought her there.

The thought of someone else taking her virginity for himself angered me, and riled up my cock.

But fuck, feeling her. . scratch that, being in her was the best fucking moments of my life. I was a part of her even if it was just for an hour. My balls clenched and I hissed, sealing my eyes shut.

She wouldn't have let me take things as far as they went if she knew it was me behind the mask, that's for fucking sure.

The day passes in a blur and before I knew it, I was in the library for my punishment period again. These shitty bastards didn't know how to clean up after themselves to save their lives.

I reorganized the bookshelves in the horror section. On any other day I would've left the job to Monroe if not for the fact she has an intense fear of anything remotely horror and the covers on these fucking books screamed nothing but horror.

Speaking of.. I crane my neck to my right where Little Monroe was bent over, cleaning the bottom shelves with her ass high in the air again. It's like she wants to awaken the beast within.

My hand was inching to give her a well fucking deserved spanking. Seriously, did no one tell her about the consequences of bending over in front of men? My cock hardened. Fuck, I needed a cold shower.

Better yet; a clone. Some lookalike I could take years of pent up anger on. I made a mental note to call up that blonde from last night.

Tearing my gaze away, I focused my energy on getting this shit done so I could leave early.

I must've lost track of time because I lost my phone. When I found it the time was 6:45pm. Can't fucking believe I spent hours in this shithole cleaning up other people's mess.

The door leading to the Archive swung open. Monroe rose from her crouching position on the floor and started walking towards Autumn. When they're close enough, they envelop each other in a hug.

I noticed Monroe's body language change from tense to loose in a short span of a second. My eyes flicker from her back to Autumn. Then they narrow. Her mouth is moving, but her eyes were over her shoulders on me.