My jaw drops. “Oh fuck, you’re serious. But you said you—”
“I know, I know, but I hate what fat old men like Carlos Gomez have done to Colombia because of their power trips more. To run an organization you have to be smarter than that, parcera. You have to be willing to work more with the people, not just exploit them. If I were in charge, places like Gabriela’s wouldn’t need to exist. No human trafficking, no prostitution…”
There’s real passion in her face as she says it. But it’s naïve of her to think like this, reckless even.
“Dante would never let you resurrect the Santiago cartel,” I tell her. “Even if he did, why would you want that level of violence back in Colombia?”
“I need to show him what I’m capable of. I need to show him I’m serious.”
There’s the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside.
“Just promise me you won’t do anything crazy, Vi,” I say, backing out of the room. “This isn’t the only path for you. I’ll tell the cops what happened in Santa Perdito. When all of this is over, you can go back—”
“I am never going back, parcera,” she says, her dark eyes flashing with defiance. “That part of my life is done.”
I shut the door with an uneasy feeling. Vi’s changed since we arrived here. I’m still flirting with that line in the sand, but she crossed over when I wasn’t looking. I’m not the storm anymore: she is.
The hallway’s empty. I try another couple of doors before stumbling across a kitchen. Where the hell is he?
I turn to leave, and go smack into a familiar wall of hard muscle.
“Good morning, Luna,” he murmurs, his heavy hand clamping down across my mouth, bringing me up close and personal with a chilly gray-blue countenance that shoots instant sparks into my core. “Shhhhh…” Keeping his hand in place, he walks me backward into the kitchen and into a cramped storeroom off to the side. I watch him drag his gaze over my outfit. “Jesus… That dress is sin. Are you too sore to fuck?”
I shake my head, smiling into his palm.
A wicked smirk corrupts his lips too. “Do you trust me?”
I nod again, no hesitation. He could take me any which way he desires, and I’d still want more.
He leans in, scuffing my hair with his next words. “Do I have your permission?”
My second nod has me being spun around and pressed into a counter.
“Bend over. Hands out in front of you,” he orders. “Now that you’re mine, I’m not messing around anymore. It’s time we got a few things straight. I like it rough and I like it unapologetic, understood?”
This time I’m groaning out my response into his hand. God, yes… The harder he fucks me, the more I feel it, and I want to feel everything with him.
“Good. Bite me if I go too far. I’ll only make you beg for more.”
I think I’m dying from an explosion of senses. The flickering pulse in my clit is a button demanding to be pressed. I part my legs for him even before he asks, and he laughs in response.
“Bad girls get fucked even harder for that.” I drop my head between my shoulders as my panties disappear. His other hand is still clamped to my mouth. “I’m not removing this, baby,” he tells me. “You’re a screamer, and I have no desire to let Santiago and Gomez in on this rodeo.”
My dress gets flipped up around my hips. Next, it’s the sound of his belt buckle and zipper. I grind my naked ass against his erection and hear him hissing out in appreciation.
“So damn beautiful.” He slides his fingers in deep to check I’m ready for him. “And so damn wet… You could end a drought with that.”
He lines himself up, the smooth head of his cock pressed flush against my entrance, and then he’s driving into me so deep my muffled screams rupture the air.
He’s unrepentant, fucking me so violently against the counter I can't match his rhythm. Now he’s reaching around to pinch my clit in a way that has me detonating first. My climax tears through my body, squeezing his cock mercilessly until he’s cursing out my name.
“Fuck… Anna!”
He goes big, or he goes home. Now I know why he needed me whole.
His final thrusts are so savage, I swear I’m about to black out. When he comes, the jerk of his cock produces a flood of warmth inside of me that goes on and on forever. When he pulls out, I can feel the excess leaking out already.
“Oh, you’re definitely mine now, baby,” he growls, catching the drips with his fingers and massaging it into my inner thighs. I get the impression he’d do that with every inch of me if he could. “Too much?” His hand finally loosens around my mouth.
“No,” I gasp out, falling forward onto my elbows. “The more you fuck me like this, the more I start to believe in us. The more it all seems real, the more—”
This has him spinning me around, lifting me up onto the counter with a wince, and catching my next words in his mouth.
“I know, baby. I know.”
He forces our heads together like that time in the motel room, but it’s me who wants to push inside of him now. He finishes with a firm kiss to my lips.
“Get your ass back in the bedroom and wait for me there. I’m not done with you.”
My face breaks into my own wicked smile. “What if I say no?”
He catches my jaw between his fingers. His eyes are catching all the light today. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
“Then don’t be too long.”
“Don’t go issuing orders at me sweetheart,” he drawls. “I’m the boss here, not you.” He’s only half-playing, and hell if that doesn't turn me on even more.
He takes a step back to re-fasten his jeans, but there’s such a smug, arrogant look on his face that I do what any horny girl would do to teach her man a lesson: I spread my legs wide and high on the counter and let my fingers do the teasing.
“What the hell are you doing?” He pauses with his belt in his hands.
“Showing you what you’ll be missing out on,” I tell him, as I circle my still-throbbing clit in full view.
His gaze dips, and his expression tightens. “I can see my cum dripping out of your pussy… Do you know how hot that is?”
“Am I changing your mind yet?”
To my disappointment, he just laughs and shakes his head, coming in so close that my knuckles brush in matching circles against his stomach. “Nice try, Luna,” he whispers, “but I survived a week-long interrogation in Afghanistan… I think I can survive this.” With that, he kisses the top of my head and saunters out of the pantry without looking back.
“Motherfucker,” I wail, sliding down from the counter to collect my panties from the floor. This is just the start of us. The push and pull of us…
It’s not until I’m back in the bedroom like an obedient little lover that I feel that heavy hand across my mouth again. I knew you couldn't resist me, Joseph Grayson.
I wriggle my ass into his crotch, but something’s not right. Then I look down at a swathe of skin that’s dark not tan, and at a cheap silver watch that’s definitely not Patek Philippe, and a horrible realization dawns. At the same time, a needle drives deep into the side of my neck, and my world sinks slowly into hell again.