Double Agent

The maids rolled in wine and food constantly to sustain the Elders through the twelve-hour wait. Those in which food wasn't sustainable enough, had their mistress pleasure them with their lips and tongue.

"She is holding up longer than expected." An elder comments with a groan.

Sienna watched over the ordeal in disgust. No matter the setting the powerful men in the underworld would always be themselves, doing as they pleased no matter who suffered. And that has always been a concept she could never find truce with.

But today all seems to be in her favor… they were all getting their d*cks sucked to Isadora's pain… it's almost like pouring salt over an open wound… could things go any smoother?

And seeing all of 'that' reminded her how long it's been since she's done it with Vincent. She worried for his health since he hadn't had his release for a while…

Perhaps…

"Lord Vincent, let me…" Sienna whispers, gliding her hands across Vincent's chest down to the buckle of his belt.

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