Evil is not born…

Chapter 6.

Flashback..

“Bartender another vodka tonic, please.” Estelle called out.

Normally, Estelle would refrain from drinking but today was one of those days that she needed to clear her head. So she left the Safire estate and went to the only place she could go to where none of Seth’s spies could find her.

The red city hotel.

No one would think she would be in the infamous hidden brothel.

Tonight, especially Estelle shouldn’t even be here.

Her dress was covered in her husband’s blood. Her knuckles also. Showing how close she was to ending it all.

She didn’t care that what leverage Seth had, that night she had been ready to die.

If it hadn’t been for the boys announcing that they were going out for the night. She wouldn’t have hesitated to kill that man.

“Smile b***h. Or I’ll kill them all.” Seth always threatened.

“Here you go, hun. But if I were you I’d slow down. You won’t have much fun downstairs if you drink too much.” The barkeep said as she walked towards the next calling customer her.

Estelle nodded dismissively before downing her drink.

The burn caused her eyes to water slightly, causing her to close her eyes.

She knew her limit was two glasses ago but it was too late to stop.

Estelle couldn’t stop until she felt some relief from the anger in her chest.

When Estelle opened her eyes the world swayed with the rhythm of the music filling the top half of the hotel.

She pushed herself off the counter and stumbled towards the nearest door, hoping to find a trashcan out of sight from the bartender “all-knowing” eyes.

She didn’t find a trash can but she did find a large plant decor.

She vomited so hard she felt her lungs scream for mercy but she couldn’t stop until all of contents in her stomach had emptied.

Then straightened herself up before taking in her surroundings.

The hall was the entrance to the brothel side of the hotel from the bar. The arching hallway was dimly lit with streams of light on the top and bottom.

As Estelle walked farther away from the bar and closer to the other side. The music changed from lighthearted upbeat music to a louder, bass heavy, raunchy one. Estelle took in a deep smell and could feel a light buzz under the liquor warming her veins.

Her aggression was stirring because she could smell lust in the air.

The sweet aroma of bodies colliding in ways she could only imagine.

Suddenly Estelle had the urge to grip her stomach. But not because of the alcohol but because of the smell hidden beneath the first.

Blood.

But it was too late as soon as she noticed. Her bodied was soon slammed into the wall of the entrance.

“Now what is the lady of the house doing in a place like this?” A vile deep voice said with a chuckle that made Estelle’s aggression spike.

“Today is not the f*****g day! Let me go right now.” She said she wrestled against the tight grip trying not to let the struggle entice her inner demon like a dog playing tug of war.

She was better than that.

She had to be better than that or Seth would win.

To Estelle’s surprise the pressure between her and the wall lightened up and after a moment she was relieved.

“Good, now can you…” her words were pancaked between her now severely bruised cheek and the wall as the man roughly shoves her in to the wall again.

“Uh uh… I can smell that you are the verge of killing someone. If I don’t dominate that lonely little cunt of yours now you’re going to hurt someone or worse yourself. It would be such a waste of this nice ass.” He said as he grinded his pelvis against her backside so hard he let out a shutter of pleasure.

“Please, your belt buckle is bigger. Get off me, even your death wouldn’t satisfy me.” She growled. Her adrenaline was sweeping her intoxication to the side and fueling up a deep desire that she was desperately trying to avoid.

The man pulled her from the wall and slammed again. “Keep talking, I like how it’s going to tickle my c**k, you stupid little bi-“ the man words were engulfed by a gurgling sound.

Estelle turned around as soon his weight shifted, feeling both shocked and disappointed.

“That was my kill.” She fussed as she watched the man’s body fall to the ground not bothering to look at the rude intruder. The intruder was a young looking girl with deep brown eyes and long dark hair. She was shaped like a coke bottle, covered in simple grey top and shorts that exposed her dewy, soft legs.

Estelle, gulped back her first instincts to flirt with this woman and maintained a hard glare towards the enemy.

“Would he have satisfied you?”

“No but that not the point.”

“I heard you say that and hated that he was wasting your time.” The young woman kicked the body away and slowly approached Estelle. It wasn’t steps of fear but more like a sleep walker, as if she couldn’t resist coming closer. Estelle took in the smell of her intruder and could smell her intent clearly.

Estelle hadn’t noticed how captivated she was to it until the young woman spoke again.

“I’ve seen you come in here a few times before. You never touch the others.” She said, finally stopping an inch from Estelle’s face.

“Because I am matched already. I come here just to sober up.”

“Mm, are you sober now?”

“Y-yes, mostly” Her scent was becoming too much. Estelle rubbed her knees together to relieve the pressure building between her thighs.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“I can’t.”

“Then do you want me to touch you?” She said softly as her fingers wished Estelle’s thighs to separate.

Estelle, hadn’t even made up her mind yet before she felt her underwear being pushed to the side.

The young woman’s fingers slid up Estelle’s slick slit. parting her lips with such precision and care it made Estelle shudder.

“How are you doing this? My aggression should be…” Estelle words morphed into a deep moan as the young woman rubbed her mound with her thumb and teased her opening with her fingers.

“You smell so good, and you look so beautiful. I just want to make you smile. Please let me please you.” The young woman said as her eyes studied Estelle’s reaction.

The next time Estelle felt the young woman’s fingers tease her opening again. She mounted onto them, letting them plunge into her.

The feeling of being filled sent a warm pulse throughout Estelle’s body.

“I don’t want to smile. Ask for something else?” Estelle pleaded as her hips took a mind of its own and began lifting and falling in a slow rhythm.

“Can I please taste your sweet juices?” She blurted out with a breathy voice filled with need.

Estelle almost smiled then but instead she reached out and placed her hand on top of the woman’s head and pushed softly.

The young woman fell to her knees and quickly found Estelle’s core.

Estelle’s eyes began to roll back when something caught her eye.

She hadn’t noticed before but there was large overlooking window on the opposite window.

There stood three large alphas, watching. Looking as if they hadn’t drank water in days and she was an oasis.

Cane, holding two of his fingers by his mouth wiggling his tongue between them.

Arc. Licked his lips and rubbed his crotch area.

And Leron standing there with his c**k in his hand.

She pretended not to notice them as she grinded her hips against the young woman’s face.