Empire of Lust (Empire, #4)

by Rina Kent

Fucking is done on my terms, with chosen escorts and only after they sign an NDA that basically sells their soul—or, more accurately, their pussy—to the devil.

Aka me.

Only one woman is worth my time, smiles, and words. Gwen.

And the reason she’s an exception is because my blood flows through her veins.

“What are you doing here?” I lift my head as my nemesis stops a few steps in front of me.

She’s now a silicone monster with puckered lips that are close to hanging to her—no surprise here—fake tits.

Her eyes are beady, too big for her face, too muddy in their color, like an abandoned house in the slums.

Oh, and to make matters worse, she likes to dress in loud shades of pink, as if her sole purpose is to bleed people’s eye sockets with the...

“My mother back. But unless you’re thinking of picking up necromancy as a side gig, you won’t be able to revive the dead, so I’m compromising with watching you suffer until the last breath you spit out of your silicone lungs.”

“Your mother had the personality of chewing gum—sweet at first but bland as time goes by. Not to mention, she could be thrown away without a hitch. So if you miss that plain thing, how about you do the world a favor and cure your mommy issues by joining her?”

“I have a better idea, which includes stripping you of every last dime to your name.”

“Rightfully? You never worked a day in your life after you married my father. Unless opening your legs and being a trophy wife counts which, spoiler alert, it does not.”

Life lesson for the day, pussy doesn’t compete with blood. Maybe you should’ve killed me with that pillow, huh?”

She pales, her lips trembling. When I used to drive Susan insane for damn sport, she nearly lost it.

And the fact that I was manipulative enough to never get caught by my father made her ev...

One night, she walked into my room and placed a pillow to my face, but she gave up at the last second, probably remembering that my father would kill her wit...

“If you’d been listening to your idiot attorney for even one minute instead of ordering him to file for meaningless lawsuits, you would already know that I proved my father senile when he wrote his last will a year prior to his death.

“Now, as excruciatingly tedious as it is talking to you, your time is up. You might want to pack your medication for the night you’ll spend in jail.”

“What…?”

“I have at least a hundred witnesses and a thousand pictures to prove that you breached the restraining order. Be on your toes, Susan. The police will drag you out of here l...

Her face pales and she tries harder to keep her plastic smile in place. If there’s anything Susan hates more than lack of attention and money, it’s p...

She must’ve forgotten that, during the few weeks I spent sleeping like a disto...

Gwen asked Nate to file a restraining order against my dear stepmother out of fear that she’d cause me physic...

Which was smart. This woman is not above injecting acid in my veins. She’d even take pictures with my corpse and saf...

and pretend the house doesn’t feel like a cemetery without Gwen in it.

It’s been two days since her wedding and she’s called me only once a day.

Apparently, she can’t find time for me now that she’s...

And while she’s not my type now, I can see why young me used his dick for brain energy when he hooked up with her.

She’s a puzzle any man would want to solve.

discreetly checks her surroundings, then makes her way to the stairs. I don’t think about it as I abandon my glass on the counter and follow after her.

Aspen and I aren’t close; in fact, we’re the opposite of close. But I’ve known her for enough years to recognize when she’s up to something.

And I’ll be damned if I miss a chance to drag her dow...

I lived the last twenty-five years of my life looking over my shoulder, counting calendar days, and later, getting drunk on a grave I thought was my daughter’s.

I lived twenty-five years waiting, surviving, and biding my time for this day.

The day when my monster of a father would be unleashed back into the world, twenty-five years...

I have no misconceptions about who his first target will be once he gains his freedom. He told me...

“I’ll come back for you, my red dahlia. Whether you run or hide will have zero eff...

But that was before I found out my daughter isn’t in the fake grave I’ve been getting drunk on every year.

That was before I “met” her and was given another chance to make things right.

If I run, I might as well sign an abandonment contract and give that asshole Kingsley the satisfacti...

Being accepted as Gwen’s mother is my new goal in life and might as well be my calling, meaning, and what gives m...

And to achieve that, I need to face the demon that’s custom-made...

Bruno Locatelli is a made man, a hitman for an influential Italian crime family, and has an assassin’s cult that ...

Nicolo Luciano. The underboss of the Luciano crime family.

The tenth generation of a line of underworld lords who’ve run New York City for almost a century.

He has a terrifying calmness to him, a beauty that’s shrouded by the stench of blood and the...

He’s a shock of darkness—black hair, dark eyes, and a grim expression that could be...

“I’m truly sorry.” I guard my light tone, wincing at the sight o...

“No, you’re not.” He speaks with a hint of a refined Italian acce...

“You did that to get my attention, and you got it at the expense of my clothes that are worth more than selling you on the black market for body parts. So how about you spare us both the nonsen...