THE SUN TODAY is killer and hot as hell. I could be inside in the air conditioning, working on shit, but instead, I’m standing on the deck staring at the redheaded vixen lying on a chaise lounge beside the pool. Her eyes are closed while one toe lazily swirls around in the sparkling pool water. Everything about her screams innocent and pure and fucking perfect. The best part about her is her rack. I swear those tits were hand sculpted by angels.
Speaking of angels…
I was given very direct orders by Gabriella Rojas not to touch her friend. When she found out Vienna was in my possession, she cried over the phone. It broke my heart a little to see the tough little thing reduced by her emotions. But when she asked to speak to her friend, I refused. I’m still certain the woman by my pool has an ulterior motive.
Until I figure out what that is, I’ll play the girl’s games. Clearly she’s trying to get into my pants as part of her agenda. And I’d not be a gentleman if I didn’t oblige.
I prowl silently over to where she bakes in the sun. The bruises still dot her flesh and small cuts remain. Despite her injuries, she’s beautiful under the sun’s rays. My hands crave to run my fingertips along her milky flesh, just to watch goose bumps form in their wake. She must have dozed off because she’s fucking serene as she lies there without a care in the world. Her skin is slightly pink, and I know I’ll need to make sure she stays covered so she won’t burn.
“Mi diablita.”
She cracks an eye at me and peers at me with her piercing green orb. “Mi motherfucker.”
I snort and shadow her from the sun as I loom over her. “Where were you all those months?”
She bites on her pink bottom lip and the action makes my cock jolt in my slacks. “How do you know I was missing?”
“I know things.”
A flash of sadness flickers in her eyes, followed by fear. She quickly chases it away with the fiery look she does so well. “Esteban Rojas took me. Held me captive.”
I glare at her. Those hadn’t been the words I’d expected to hear. Sure, they dumped her on my property, but I’d figured it was a one-time thing. “Did he hurt you often?”
Her nostrils flare. “When didn’t he hurt me?”
“So you’re here seeking asylum?” I don’t understand her game.
Her eyes drift off behind me. She appears to be lost. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” The honesty in her words is raw.
“I can keep you safe here,” I assure her as I squat down beside her and twist a stray strand of red hair in my fingertips.
Her lips pull into a frown. “I’ve been told that a time or two. You men are liars.”
I give her hair a tug. “I’m not.”
“Mmmm-hmmm.”
“If I vow to keep you safe, I will keep you fucking safe. End of story,” I growl.
She simply nods, but I can tell she doesn’t believe me.
“After you dress, I want to have a little chat with you,” I tell her as I release her hair and stand.
“What’s there to talk about?” Her breasts jiggle as she heaves out a sigh. Those tits are too damn tempting.
“Everything,” I murmur, dragging my gaze from her gorgeous rack. “Dinner. Seven. My office. Wear something sexy.”
She hisses from her lounge chair, and I chuckle as I stride back toward the house.
“I’m not wearing anything sexy,” she calls out after me.
“So don’t wear anything at all,” I say with a devilish grin and wink at her. “Such a naughty girl.”
“You’re disgusting.”
I give her one last look and shrug before walking inside. I’ll show her disgusting.
She walks through the darkness cloaked all in black. Her face is hidden from me. My fingertips twitch to pull the hood from her head, so I can see her. To see the angel who hides in shadows. But I’m bound. Bound and bleeding from a chair. Pain sears inside of me like never before and burns through my chest. She’s somehow ripping me apart from the inside out. Maybe she’s no angel at all.
A pale arm emerges from the dark clothing and points straight at me. The throbbing inside my chest intensifies. I feel as though the witch is trying to tear my heart right from my chest. She makes a motion with her finger. Down, starting from her left, and then up again to her right. It’s a threat. I don’t understand what she means but I know it’s meant to hurt me.
I can’t speak to her. My lips are sealed shut. I’m dying to plead with her to make the pain stop but I can’t ask her anything. I am completely at her mercy.
“I could have killed you like five times,” a sweet voice says, cutting through my nightmare.
I blink away the remnants of the dream and sit up in my chair abruptly. Apparently I passed the fuck out face first on my desk. Tatiana is right—I’m not sleeping well. These random catnaps throughout the day aren’t cutting it.
“What time is it?” I grumble and swipe my fingers through my wrecked hair. My eyes finally dart over to find Vienna perched in a chair. She’s wearing a dress that Claudia must have left behind. It’s black and fitted. The low scoop neck reveals the full tops of her succulent tits while the short hem of the dress showcases her creamy thighs that now have a pink tinge to them.
“It’s after eight,” she murmurs. She fingers her messily styled red waves and arches an eyebrow at me. “I really could have killed you. But I didn’t.” Her lips quirk up into an amused grin.
I narrow my eyes at her and try to read the woman. A few days ago, she showed up on my property raped and beaten to a bloody pulp. I discovered she has a past with the Rojas family but no longer seems tied to them. She’s the same girl Gabriella had me locate. I’d expected a victimized woman who I’d need to nurse back to health. What I have sitting before me is no victim. I can practically see the wheels turning inside her head. Vengeance is in every smile and calculation in each glance. She all but admitted to using me for some personal gain. So fearless and bold.
“Come sit in Daddy Diego’s lap,” I utter in a low tone, my gaze once again traveling her milky thighs. “We need to discuss this little plan of yours.”
A flash of annoyance flickers in her shimmering green eyes but she slowly rises. The dress fits her well, even if it is a little on the short side. She’s artfully done her makeup in such a way that she looks much older than her young age. My cock thickens against my thigh as she saunters over to me, swaying her hips. Despite the makeup and the clothes, I sense her nervousness. It doesn’t change the fact, though, that she’s a natural seductress without even trying. The woman is an expert at drawing a man’s eye and getting his dick to do all the thinking. Right now, as she sashays over to me, my head is clouded with thoughts of her and I tangled up under the sheets. It’s been days now since the last time I got laid, something my cock reminds me of as it tries to escape my slacks.
When she rounds the desk, I roll the chair away and lean back in it. I point in front of me. “Sit there, mi diablita.”
Her palms find the mahogany surface and she hoists herself on top of it. I smirk when she primly crosses her ankles. Rolling back toward her, I keep my legs spread apart and pin her shins with the front of my chair. With my eyes on hers, I take my time pulling a cigar from the drawer. She watches me as I take my father’s old metal lighter and flick the lid open to produce a flame. I burn the end of the cigar until it’s lit and then suck in the rich smoke. Camilo left these Cohiba Esplendido cigars for me as a parting gift. Unlike Tatiana, Vienna doesn’t flinch when I blow the smoke up at her pretty face.
“Esteban kidnapped and raped you. And then you escaped?” I question as I take another puff.
Her brows crash together and she shakes her head. “Not exactly. He kept me for months. I thought I…” A frown tugs at her perfect lips. “I thought maybe he cared about me, but I later realized he’d been drugging me. I’d only recently come out of my stupor when he and his brother came up with the plan to send me here.”
I stiffen at her words. “To kill me?”
A blush creeps up her slender neck and she nods. “But I told them I’d never killed anyone before. I didn’t want to do it.”
Anger bubbles up inside of me. “So you agreed to—”
“I agreed to nothing,” she hisses, her gaze fiery enough to melt glaciers.
“So they kicked your ass, raped you, and dumped you on my lawn?” This makes no fucking sense.
The hardness leaves her expression, and she once again appears to be lost. This is the side of her that plucks at my heartstrings. I cannot deal with a vulnerable woman without wanting to tear the heads off of everyone who harmed her in her past.
“You forgot he also drugged me,” she says with a dark laugh. “But what I told you was true. They betrayed me.”
I inhale another long drag of my cigar and scrutinize her. Hurt flashes in her eyes but she won’t let it surface. She is fierce, this one.
“Why do they think you are so loyal to them? That you’ll actually follow through with their plan after what they did to you?” I demand, taking another puff from my cigar. “Did they really assume you’d do their bidding and kill me? That you are even capable of killing me? Assuming you could, why would you?”
She uncrosses her ankles, and I can’t help but drop my gaze to her thighs. The dress hides what lies beneath but it doesn’t keep my stare from lingering there in hopes of catching a peek.
“I’m a good actress,” she tells me, her voice but a whisper. “When I finally snapped out of my haze, I continued to play the part of broken, submissive woman. Esteban assumes I’ll behave and follow his orders.” She shudders. “I’m done being told what to do. I’m not ever going back to him.”
We hold each other’s gaze for a long while until her stomach grumbles. I tug the cigar away and lift an eyebrow at her. “You waited to eat dinner with me?”
Her nostrils flare. “You told me to.”
“I thought you were done being told what to do,” I challenge and run my knuckle along the inside of her knee.
Her body shivers at my touch, but she doesn’t move away from me. “I need your help,” she murmurs.
“You want them killed. And then what? I am to set you free?”
When her stomach growls before she can answer, I yank my phone from my breast pocket. I call down to the kitchen and bark out an order for them to deliver our food. Once I hang up, I lean back in my chair once again. The need to touch her is strong, but my cock muddies my brain. I need to think clearly for a moment.
“Mi diablita…”
“Yes.” Her voice catches and for a split second she seems conflicted by her answer. Sadness flickers in her eyes. But then, her nostrils flare and she lifts her chin bravely. “I am no one to you, I know this. But I have money. I can pay you for your services.”
What is it with these fucking adorable American beauties trying to make deals with me? I’m a bad man. A conqueror. Not some fair and just douchebag who is swayed by a pair of pretty tits and a shy smile. Oh…oh, wait. Perhaps I am that douchebag.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” I grumble as I take a drag from my cigar. “But I don’t want your money.”
She narrows her glittering green eyes at me. “Well, I don’t care. You’re not doing it for free.”
With my cigar between my teeth, I laugh and wink at her. “Oh, I want something in exchange.” My gaze travels to her perfect rack. “I want something so very badly.” When I finally look back up at her, she’s not wearing a look of fear like her cute friend Gabriella did when we were making deals not so long ago. This girl is all fire and fury. The fucking devil in female form. Her red eyebrow that’s recently been plucked to perfection is arched in a challenge. I’m pretty sure the look she’s giving me is going to bring me to my knees one day. That look will be my demise.
“You want sex?” Her voice is hard, but it quivers ever so slightly. I notice it and latch on to her sliver of fear.
“I want sex,” I agree as my knuckle teases her inner thigh again. “I want other things, too.”
“Like what?” she murmurs, her bottom lip looking quite bitable right now.
“I’m not sure yet but I’ll let you know.”
She reaches forward, lowering her cleavage closer to my face and plucks my cigar from my teeth. I let out a groan when she slides into my lap and straddles my thighs. This girl is playing a dangerous game—a game she won’t win. Not with me.
“You need me for more than sex,” she tells me, her tone confident as she takes the most erotic drag from my cigar. The way her plump lips wrap around the tip has my cock aching for relief. Then, her fingertips are ghosting over the scars on my face. Her thumb slips into my mouth and she pulls it open.
I’ve pursued lots of women.
Women may be my weakness, but I’m really fucking good at showing them my strength.
I know what they want and I give it to them.
Seduction is my game.
Yet right now, this red-haired devil is playing my game better than I do. She exhales the cigar smoke into my mouth and brushes her lips against mine. I let out a hungry growl as I dig my fingertips into her hips.
“Be careful how you tread, mi diablita,” I hiss, my hands barely staying under control.
“Or what?”
I snag her wrist and bring the cigar to my lips. “You might get in too deep. Don’t forget that you’re playing with fire here.”
She grinds against my lap, causing me to hiss in pleasure. When her eyes meet mine, they’re downright fucking evil. “I know all about fire, so trust me, I won’t be the one who gets burned.”
This bitch delivers threat after threat, and yet I’m gritting my teeth to keep from blowing my load in my pants. She’s got my head all twisted up. This girl, who days ago, I fucking nursed to health, has morphed into this sultry demon hell-bent on bringing me down. Sure, she wants vengeance on the Rojas brothers. That much is clear.
But she also wants me.
Dead.
I can see it in her eyes.
Feel it in her murderous glares.
Hear it in her softly spoken threats.
And yet, here I am, indulging the succubus of a woman. I’m wondering how many times I’ll get to fuck her before she delivers that fatal blow when I least expect it. Leaning forward, I drag my nose along the bare part of her tit, peeking over the top of her dress. She lets out a gasp that has me grinning wolfishly.
“Well, Vienna,” I murmur against her flesh. “Looks like you’ve made yourself a deal. I’ll bring down the bastards who hurt you and then I’ll bring you down to your knees where you’ll suck my fat cock until you’re blue in the face.”
She sucks in a deep breath and leans away from me. Her lips are parted while her eyes are lit up like green flames. Hot with desire. On fire with lust.
“We have ourselves a deal, mi diablita?” I question as I take the cigar from her fingertips. “You for them?”
“Deal.”