Page 60 of Moretti Blood Brothers: Vol. One Books #1-4

“ I t’s time to move to the implementation stage,” Stefano Russo declared with vigor.

He was seated at the head of the boardroom table, surrounded by twelve others and a videoconference with another ten. It was a huge operation they’d been building for an exceedingly long time.

A very fucking long time.

He’d inherited the cause from his father and made it his own. He’d had to. The world had developed, and the rebels had different needs and desires. Not him, though—he still wanted revenge for his father’s death and to sit on the Moretti throne, which would become the Russo throne.

So he’d had to pivot over the past one hundred and thirty years to ensure the vampires in the rebellion believed their goals were the same. He didn’t really care how he achieved his goal, just that he did. He didn’t care who he took down or what price he paid. Modern human technologies had provided them with opportunities they hadn’t had when his father was still alive, and Stefano had tapped into every one of them.

Recently, he’d made some decisions in partnering with people he shouldn’t that could bite him in the butt. However, he’d deal with that when he was sitting on the throne.

“As I’ve mentioned, my brothers are being held prisoners by the Moretti’s in the United States’ castle. For that reason, I do not want to do anything that would jeopardize their safety.”

Vampires may be immortal, but chuck a nuke at them, and they’d still be blown to smithereens. Not that he had nuclear weapons at his disposal, no. But what he had planned, well, the royals wouldn’t see that coming.

“How are we for distribution?”

Across from him, a man opened a folder. “We will be ready to go in twenty-four hours from your go-ahead. I can have all the locations set up and ready.”

He nodded. He hated having to deal with humans, but it was a fact of life. Their numbers were far greater than the vampires’, purely because they bred about a thousand times faster. This male had been exposed to more information than any human should for a few years. Stefano would have to eliminate him soon.

“Operations. Update, please.”

A female in a black skirt suit stood up and used a black clicker to change the display on the screen opposite her. A range of images appeared, showing the layout of an office building.

“Thank you, Mr. Russo. We have our headquarters set up and ready to go. Our people are highly trained and competent in their area of expertise, as well as passionate about being part of this operation. We have over twenty-five monitoring stations for all the locations, and top-of-the-line activation systems.”

Stefano was listening to her, but not really. Her legs were distracting him. He’d never noticed those long, lean machines before. He was going to do something about that. His eyes made his way up her body, and the look she gave him was cool, which made him all the more determined.

One by one, he went around the table and listened to his team give status updates. They were ready. He sat nodding to himself as the last presenter sat down, then simply stared at everyone. He loved how nervous they were of him. They all hated him, he was aware, and it pleased him. Leading by fear did not attract friendships.

“Alright. Good. Does anyone have questions?”

Silence.

“Then we shall proceed. You all have the green light. Let’s get this show on the road.” He uncharacteristically smiled. “Stay under the radar. I expect perfection here and nothing less. Understood?”

Nods and yes, sirs were muttered. Papers rustled and chairs scrapped the floor as everyone began leaving the room.

“Sofia, a word,” he said dryly just as she reached the door.

She took a step back inside. He went to the door, and when they were alone, he shut it and twisted the handle on the blinds, giving them complete privacy.

“Is everything okay?”

She held her head in a defiant pose. She was strong-minded and successful for a female, but he loved a conquest, and this one was going to be delicious.

“Yes. I am happy with the work you’ve done.” He took a step closer, and she turned and walked to the front of the room. It was what he’d expected and planned. He wanted her up against that solid wall.

Stefano followed and stepped into her personal space. She held up her hand. “What are you doing?”

“Today I saw something I liked. You showed great competence and great confidence in yourself. I found it extremely attractive.”

Her eyes narrowed. “And do you treat males in this way, Mr. Russo?”

His eyes glistened at the sassy bitch, and his cock hardened.

“Some males have been fortunate enough to be applauded by me, yes.”

He pressed in closer so the wall was at her back and slid his hand up her thigh, lifting the hem of her skirt.

“Mr. Russo. Stop. This is not appropriate,” she said, trying to move, but his arm was above her shoulder, and he had her caged in. “Please stop. I am incredibly supportive of our cause, but I am not some whore.”

Today you are, my sexy female.

“Spread your legs, Sofia. Let me taste you.” Her thighs were squeezed tightly, and he could have ripped them apart, but he was enjoying her fight. He ran his fingers across her panties.

She pushed against his chest, but he was far too powerful for her. He gripped her neck, and she gasped.

“It is more fun for me this way, so you decide.”

A tear appeared at the corner of her eye. God, his cock was hard. He could feel the precum already seeping out.

“No one is going to come to your rescue if you scream, so just relax and enjoy. Protect your reputation, Sofia; you have a brilliant career ahead of you with the rebellion. Stay quiet and do as I tell you. Do you understand?”

She glared back at him but didn’t fight him any longer. Mostly because he held her so tightly, but also because she knew he was right. No one would come. He could take what he wanted, and she would be forced to let him.

Stefano’s hand moved to the inside of her thighs, and he kicked her legs apart. He watched her eyes lose their spark, and God, that made him nearly ejaculate. Pushing her skirt up around her waist, he pulled at her lacy panties and ripped them clear off. Sofia let out a little noise that got his blood pumping faster.

Sliding his fingers through her folds, he was unsurprised to find her dry. Angrily, he spat on his hand and slipped his fingers right into her core.

She was wet.

He grinned. “The body doesn’t lie, Sofia. You want my cock?”

She shook her head slightly, and he tightened his hold as he undid his pants and pulled the long, hard member out. He looked down at it and began to stroke it, loving the feeling of his hand around her throat. He nudged it against her wet pussy, teasing her.

“The thing about sex, Sofia, is that even if your mind doesn’t want it, your body will always crave it. Right now, your wet pussy wants my long dick inside of you.”

A little mewl escaped as her eyes filled with furious tears.

His own fury rose to the surface.

She should want him. He was the powerful leader of the rebellion. He had given her the lead role because she deserved it and would go on to great things because of him. That she was so disgusted with him was a surprise, but he would process that another day. Right now, he was going to sink deep inside her and pound his fury out on her ass. He spun her around and pressed her into the wall, spreading her legs.

Yanking her hips to get her wide, he plunged heartlessly inside her. A cry escaped her, but it was muted. She was being careful, as he’d instructed.

In and out, he pumped with vampire force as he held her slim hips.

“Yeah, fuck. Tight and hot.”

He leaned around and ripped open her blouse, taking a breast in his hand. Her nipples were big and hard. With her body reacting, he believed the female wanted him. A sassy bitch like her would take some breaking. He felt her stiffen and he grinned, realizing she was going to orgasm.

“Come on my big hard dick, Sofia. Yes, I want to feel your body milking me.”

She said something, but he didn’t make out what as his own orgasm suddenly exploded out of him. He reached out and slammed a hand on the wall just as he pulled out of her and spilled all over her ass.

He’d done it not because of a fear of pregnancy—only mated females could be impregnated—but because he wanted to see his fluids all over her as a form of dominance. Not quite marking, because again that was only technically possible with a mate, but much like an animal pissing on a tree.

Crass, sure. But God, it had felt so fucking erotic.

She collapsed to the floor. He reached out and pulled some tissues out of the box, wiping his cock clean. Then he took some more and leaned down, handing them to her. Because he wasn’t a complete asshole.

He left the room.