“And what do you suggest I do with a woman who purposely got kidnapped? And, by the way, you don’t know whom I want to kill who.” He shrugged, “Maybe I want Mano to kill El Loco. Maybe I want Page to kill El Loco.” He leaned towards her and glared, “Maybe I want you to kill him. Maybe…I’ll have ‘Mi Mentirosa’ tattooed on your body.”
Roxanne threw her hands up in exasperation, “I don’t know, Tony. You can’t string her up and spank her ass like you do me. Tell her you’ll put a fucking bullet in her head if she does some stupid shit like that again. Scare the fuck out of her like you do everybody else.”
He smiled slyly, “I’ve already done that—not putting a bullet in her head part. So…you’re saying I should do that too?”
“Oh. My. God. Tony. You’re incorrigible.”
“I’ve got to give it to you, Roxanne, you’re smart, and your perception is amazing because I’m not changing for anybody. I don’t have to be right. You do make a valid point: Tadias does deserve that kill.” Antonio grabbed his phone and made two phone calls.
“See, that’s why I like you,” Roxanne sauntered over and stood between his legs. His movements were so agile she never saw it coming until she was laid over his lap. He lifted the skirt she was wearing and rubbed his palm over her ass. The strike of his hand hitting her ass came so quickly that the sting didn’t register. The second strike on the opposite cheek did. His fingers slid over her panties, rubbing until the wet stain of her desire seeped through. He rubbed his palm over the warmth of the mark left on her fair flesh. He watched as her hips rose in need, her body begging him to touch her where she needed him most.
His voice was threatening as he slipped a finger into her slit and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“I trust your judgment. But… when you come to me, you make sure you come with respect.” He struck her flesh again to emphasize his point. “This little ‘banter thing’ that we do when we’re alone is so cute and sometimes so much fun, but I would hate to think you ever got it into that thick little skull of yours that you had some kind of hold and control over me. I don’t think you can run the Colombian cartel, and I just don’t feel good about thinking you can tell me how to deal with things. It’s all about respect.” He was facetious.
“Ah fuck, Tony, you know I respect you. Please let me come.” She knew he would bring her to the point of orgasm and stop, just to be a bastard and make his point.
“I’m not convinced.” He thrust another finger into her. His thumb swirled over her swollen clit. “I know what we could do: we can play a game and see who can come up with the most words for all the nasty little sexual things we do to each other. I go first, hm, edging. That’s a good word. Don’t you think? Do you know what that word means, Roxanne? Edging is a word for bringing a woman right to the point of cumming and stopping. After a while, she’ll beg and plead; promise you the moon, or the world, but I already have that—anything, just so she can come. Oh baby, oh daddy, all that shit, ya know. Now I’m not your fucking ‘daddy,’ so that won’t get ya shit. I like words like Master. Owner. Words like that really do it for me, baby.”
“Damnit, Tony! Let me up.”
“Let me up, let me down, spin me all the fuck around.” He jerked her off his lap and stood her in an upright position. He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. “Look at Roxanne lick her lips,” he said, stroking it. “I’ve got a toy that will get you up, down, and definitely spin your little ass around.”
“Fuck you, Tony,” she said quietly.
“Well, we’re still at ‘Tony,’ so you can’t be too mad. Mm fuck, this is starting to feel good girl,” he said, glaring at her as he continued to slowly stroke his engorged cock.
“Sit the fuck on the floor!” his voice boomed. “Hike that skirt up and take those panties off. I thought of another word, well, actually it’s two words: mutual masturbation. I watch you—you watch me. Who knows what might happen? Spread your legs, Roxanne. My, my, what a view. Watch me now, that little drop of pre-cum, see me sliding it under my cock where that hub of nerves is?”
“You’re a bastard, Tony.” Her breath hitched as she got wetter and wetter.
“That’s it. You are so fucking hot.” Now it was him licking his lips. “Whose body is that your touching, Roxanne?”
“It’s yours, Tony.”
“Get your fucking hands off my body and come sit on my cock. Pull my pants off before you do it. I want skin against skin.”
He stroked his cock as she watched her step out of her clothing.
“Sit. And do it slowly.” He watched her ease down on him.
“Now ride that cock like you mean business.” He watched her face and the agony of need in her expression. She needed him, and he needed her to need him. “You look so good with all that red hair hanging down,” he eased her shirt over her head, “but you look so much better like this. I like it when I tweak those nipples, and they tighten up for me.”
“Please, Tony.”
“Yes,” was all he said. “I love the way you feel when those ripples run up and down the shaft of my cock. You fit me like you were made for me. He tossed his head back, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” spurts of release filled her, and she gave into the release her body needed.
“We are so good together, Roxanne. Don’t ever do anything to mess that up. It would kill both of us. Literally.”
Her head rested against his chest. She was the only woman who could take him from being a monster to being a villain—it was the best he could do.
“I love you, Tony.”
“I love you too, wife.”
Roxanne raised her head from his chest and looked at him.
He could tell she was worried about Page’s rescue. “What do we do now?”
“We wait. This is when training the men pays off. That shit kicks in, and they get the job done like the warriors they are.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
Tadias eased through the woods with a flashlight in his hands. He kept it off as he silently weaved through the terrain. He could feel his heart slamming against his ribs in anticipation. This was the moment he’d been waiting for since the death of his parents. Maybe now he would be free from the ghosts of his past that tormented him. The nightmares were the worst. The midnight hours when his sleep was ravaged by fire and the screams of the bodies that had never been given a decent burial.
Tadias flashed the flashlight three times to let the men know it was him. These crazy fuckers would shoot him if they thought he was El Loco out scouting his property.
“Better be glad you flashed that light,” Demente’ taunted him, “friendly fire is never a good thing.”
“Fuck you,” Tad laughed and then hugged him. “It’s been too long, man.”
“What changed Antonio’s mind about making Page kill El Loco?” Mano asked.
Tad wasn’t going to let Mano off that easy, “Yeah ‘cause we all know Antonio tells me all his plans before he makes a decision.”
Mano glared at him, clearly not in the mood to play.