“PLEASE, SIT.”
Jorge’s features are hard as he folds his bulky frame into the chair across from my desk. Despite his impassive features, I can tell he’s nervous. A slight dart of his nearly black eyes. A tick of his jaw. An impatient glance at his watch.
“I’ve made a deal,” I tell him, my voice low. “With the devil it would seem.”
Jorge relaxes his shoulders. “You make deals with devils all the time.”
But this devil is far more dangerous than anyone I’ve encountered before.
“How is Olga?”
Once again, he stiffens. “I’m sure Olga is fine.”
I lift an eyebrow at him. “Did you sleep with her while she lived under my roof?”
He grits his teeth and nods. “I did.”
Most men would lie to a cartel king to spare their life. Jorge is not a liar. He’s extremely loyal—even if he did fuck one of my wives. She was weak—a habitual crier—and didn’t even like anal. My loss is his gain. Good luck with that one, man.
“I should slit your throat for that,” I growl. “Blatant disrespect.”
His eyes narrow. “I would deserve it. Love makes you do unimaginable things, though. Stupid things.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I bite out. “I’m not going to kill you, but we do need to get men out there hunting the remaining Rojas brothers. I want them brought to me alive.”
“Do I need to know with whom you made this deal?” he questions.
I let out a sigh. “The girl. She’s connected with the family. They wronged her, and she wants vengeance. And I…” I trail off and scrub at the scruff that’s trying to grow in on my cheeks. “I want her.”
“Another wife perhaps?”
I shrug and pick up a cigar. “I believe I’m done with wives for now.”
He cracks a rare smile. “I’ll believe that when pigs fly.”
“Men. Rojas brothers. This week. Those are my orders,” I grit out, ignoring his jab. “I also want Ricardo on the shipments going through Panama to get to Mexico. Tell him we—”
“I want to sit in on this meeting,” Vienna interrupts from my office doorway. My gaze darts over to her like a heat-seeking missile. Last night, when she’d fallen asleep, I’d left her there despite my desire to strip and then fuck her. This morning, she’s already showered and dressed. She’s a picture of innocence in a knee-length white summer dress. Her silky red hair has been loosely braided to one side and her makeup is minimal. To an outsider, she resembles an angel.
I’m no outsider.
“Good morning, mi diabliata,” I greet with a wolfish grin as I visually feast on her cleavage.
“Morning, mi motherfucker,” she chirps back. “What’s on the villain agenda for the day? Are we skinning anyone alive?”
Jorge raises his eyebrows in surprise at how she speaks to me so disrespectfully. I smirk at him before gesturing for Vienna to come closer. She shows no hesitation, despite whom she’s approaching, and bounces over to me.
“Sit,” I instruct.
She eyes Jorge with apprehension but eventually sits on the edge of my desk, facing me. Our eyes meet and her green eyes flicker with curiosity when I pat the side of her leg. When she lifts it, I grab her ankle and place her bare foot on top of my thigh. Once she has both feet on my thighs, I lean back in my chair and admire her beauty. Unlike the Colombian women I’m used to, this one stands out with her pale, slightly freckled flesh, brilliant red hair, and the plumpest dick sucking lips I have ever seen. Her glittering green eyes dance between good and evil, just barely hugging the line.
“Now what? When do we kill them?”
Jorge snorts, and I can’t help but smile at her. “So eager. And we haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
She shrugs and picks up my steaming mug of coffee. I regard her with lifted eyebrows as she drinks from my cup as though it’s hers. I’m not sure why that gets my dick hard, but it does. Goddamn this vixen.
I grip the inside of her thigh just above her knee and caress the flesh. She sets the coffee down and attempts to draw her knees together. I grip her by the ankles and spread my thighs apart, which in turn spreads her open to me. With my eyes back on hers, I lift the hem of her dress and peek underneath.
“Red. I like it.” My voice has dropped several octaves.
“Should I go?” Jorge asks.
“Stay. We have business to conduct. My partner here wants in on the details. So, Jorge, fill her in on your plans,” I instruct as I let my palm roam up her thigh again. When my longest finger brushes against her panties, she lets out a sharp gasp.
“Jorge…”
“Uh, right. So, ma’am, we—”
“Call me Vee,” she interrupts.
My hands rub against her in a teasing manner. I’m dying to take a look at her cunt. This little girl wants to play big games with big bad men. I’ll let her play. I wonder how long it’ll be until she throws in the towel.
While Jorge drones on about shipments and territory changes, I attempt to distract her. I can tell she’s trying to listen, but it must be difficult for her when I keep rubbing my thumbs along the sensitive flesh of her thighs near her panties. She doesn’t protest when I kiss the inside of her thigh near her knee. A soft little peck is all she gets at first. But then I catch whiff of her arousal. And now I’m hungry. I nip at her pale flesh and grin when it starts turning pink immediately.
“Why not go through Buenaventura?” she questions, looking over her shoulder at Jorge.
I perk up. “What about Buenaventura?”
“It was where Camilo sent shipments to my father’s shipyard,” she says, turning back to look at me. Her red brows are crushed together as she thinks. “If you took over his territories, why aren’t you utilizing his shipyard? Are the U.S. monies not that much?”
I narrow my eyes at her. Brie had detailed out everything she knew, but she played dumb when it came to the specifics about where the Berkleys were concerned. I’d assumed we were at their shipyard when I gutted Camilo like a fucking fish, but I had to get my ass back to Colombia. I knew shipping product to the U.S. was a huge part of Camilo’s profits, but I simply didn’t have the connections he had. Berkley was dead and his daughter was missing. But now?
“How much do you know about your father’s business?” I question.
Her green eyes sparkle. “I’ve followed him around since I was little girl. I used to sit in his office and play with my toys or color while he discussed business and made deals. For as long as I can remember, I tagged along with my dad. When I got older, he tried to keep me out of the limelight because he considered me to be a vulnerability that someone could use against him, but I was still curious. I knew how things worked. And I know that when I turned eighteen, Daddy made sure to add me to his accounts and properties. He didn’t fully trust my mother and he wanted me to hurt for nothing if anything ever happened to him.” Her eyes become glassy with unshed tears but she quickly blinks them away. “Something did happen to him. He was murdered. While I was locked away in that metal container at my father’s shipyard, Esteban brought me paperwork. He wanted everything to run as seamless as before.” She bites on her bottom lip for a moment to keep it from quivering. “I signed checks in exchange for food. I paid bills for water. I did whatever Esteban asked of me so that I could survive.”
I’ve hated Esteban Rojas since I was a teenager. We’d been two fucked-up kids on opposite sides of the line that had been drawn in the sand. He was a cartel prince. I was a thief who was slowly stealing bits and pieces that would build my empire. The privileged son against the son born of poverty. Two sides of a coin. A lifetime of war.
Nothing compares to the hate I have festering for him inside my chest. The fact that he could hurt women disgusts me. Esteban acquired quite the reputation for being a monster. He’d cut out the tongue of a friend of his younger brother’s. I’d seen him nearly get killed by a small-time cartel leader when he’d fucked around with his sister. The only reason Bolo spared Esteban’s life was because everyone in Colombia answered to Camilo.
But Camilo is dead.
Nobody can protect Esteban anymore.
The sins of his past are going to hang him in the end.
And I’ll be holding the motherfucking noose.
“You’re willing to give it all to me?” I ask, my brow lifted in question.
This gorgeous little devil before me grins. “Oh, mi motherfucker, of course not. I’m simply telling you that you have to partner with me if you want your shit in the U.S. Exporting to Mexico isn’t nearly as profitable of a way to get the cocaine over the border because you have to pay a middle man. You need to go straight to the source if you want to keep most of your profit.” Her fingers toy with the hem of her dress and she slides it farther up her thighs distracting me for a moment. I flash her a warning glare until she stops fucking with her dress and continues talking. “Killing Esteban and Oscar is what we’ve made a deal for. Them for sex. Easy peasy. But Buenaventura to San Diego is a new deal. You need me to push the coke into the U.S. My father had contacts within the feds and local authorities. At one time, they’d been on to my father and Camilo, but then they married my adopted sister Brie off to Duvan. It was a legitimate marriage that bound our two countries in a way that had them off their backs.”
“So what are you saying?” I demand, irritation bubbling inside me. I knew this bitch had ulterior motives.
“I’m saying,” she purrs as her foot slides to where my cock is still hard in my slacks. She rubs against it with the bottom of her foot. “You need me. This partnership, if you will, can be bigger than just one transaction. It can be a union. A deal bound by law—”
“And God,” I finish with a growl. “A wife.”
Jorge snorts. “Would you look at that? I think there’s a pig outside flying.”
I clench my jaw and glare at her, but it’s hard to stay pissed when she rubs at my cock with her foot.
“It’s just business, Daddy Diego,” she says in her most seductive voice.
The bitch is playing me. I’m staring right into her calculating green eyes and I can see right through her bullshit. Yet…I am weak.
Goddamn women.
“Why would you subject yourself to this world? Drugs. Mayhem. Murder. A little girl like you belongs on the other side of a white picket fence in suburbia. Not in the middle of Colombia making deals with evil men. Why, Vienna?”
She leans forward and clutches my tie, pulling me closer to her. “Because I have nothing left. My legacy is all I have. It was my father’s business and now it belongs to me. I won’t hand it over to Esteban Rojas. And I certainly won’t hand it off to you.” Her voice becomes a whisper. “This is what I want, and you’re going to give it to me.”
I grab her hips and drag her into my lap. She lets out a yelp but settles herself against my throbbing cock. My palms slide under her dress so I can grab her ass that’s covered by the silky panties I saw earlier.
“What if I just want to take it instead?” I demand as I yank the front of her dress down far enough to expose her nipple. “What if I just want to use you until I get what I want?” My mouth covers her pale pink nipple. I suck on the soft flesh until her nipple peaks and hardens. Then, I nibble on it. Her fingers thread into my hair and she whimpers.
Goddamn those whimpers.
“I’m going to go,” Jorge states.
“No!” Vee and I both shout at the same time.
I jerk my gaze up to stare at her in confusion. “You like an audience?”
She rolls her eyes. “No, but I do like the idea of having a witness.”
“Jorge is loyal to me. What makes you think he’s a neutral factor here?” I’m amused by her implication.
Her green eyes darken as she eyes me cautiously. “You said you always make good on your promises. I’m simply making sure you’ll remember we made such promises.”
I narrow my eyes as I palm her tit through her dress. I’m looking for any weakness. Any sign that she can’t handle what she’s proposing. Her gorgeous face remains impassive. The girl is fire, and I want to get burned by her.
“You’d marry someone like me? For business?” I smirk and squeeze her tit through her dress.
“I’d wear your ring and all,” she drawls with a fake southern U.S. accent as she bats her eyelashes.
I lean forward and inhale her sweet scent before eyeing her with a wicked stare. “If you married me, it would have to be binding and under the eyes of God for it to be legal. And if I take a real wife, under God, there is never any getting out of it. Ever.”
“I understand,” she says softly, a tiny twinge of fear in her voice.
“’Til death, mi diablita. The only way out is through the backdoor to hell. Do you understand?”
She swallows and levels me with a brave glint in her eyes. “I understand. The ultimate business partnership. What is mine becomes yours. And…” She clutches my tie at the knot and tugs me forward again. Her breath tickles my lips and my cock grows impossibly harder. “What’s yours becomes mine. What was once theirs becomes mine. I’ll be the queen of—”
“Everything.”
I grip her neck and pull her to my mouth. Her kiss is hesitant at first but then she gives in to the slow tango of my tongue. I need the U.S. exports. It was such a huge facet of Camilo’s territory. This partnership with little Vienna Berkley is a brilliant move. It further cuts the Rojas family. Esteban and Oscar may think they can regain what was theirs, but they are sadly mistaken. They are dead to this country. If they knew what was best for them, they’d leave while they still can. I may have promised Brie I wouldn’t hurt Oscar back when I made my deal to protect her in exchange for information, but I didn’t promise her that nobody else would. Colombia is mine. I am the king.
And Vienna wants to be my queen.
“Trust is a big thing for me,” I growl. “I need to know you’re not going to fuck me over the moment you get what you want.”
“Sir—” Jorge starts, but I silence him with a wave of my hand.
“We’ll sign a contract,” she tells me as if that’s the simplest idea in the world.
My wheels begin to turn. A contract is an excellent idea. But I want one written in blood. A constant fucking reminder.
“You’re ready to be mine for life?” I question as I squeeze her thighs. I slip my palms under her dress and run my thumbs along the sides of her panties. She gasps and squirms. So responsive. I wonder what sort of sounds she makes when she comes.
“I’m ready to take what’s mine. I’m tired of being kicked around and used. And if that means partnering with Diego Gomez in order to fuck over those who stole from me, then so be it.”
“Sir—”
“It’s done,” I hiss to Jorge. “I’ve made my decision. Call Tatiana. I’ll want her available tonight for what I have in mind. Get me a priest. This partnership begins tonight.”
When he hesitates, I roar. “Go!”
Vienna doesn’t flinch at my raised voice, but Jorge hustles from the room. Her eyes are on my face as she brushes her fingertips along my scars. “How’d you get these?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I snarl as I stand abruptly with her in my arms. Her eyes widen when I lie her back on my desk. “I want to celebrate our engagement.”
She cracks a genuine smile that makes my heart thump. “I don’t have a ring yet.”
I push her dress up to her hips and begin sliding her red panties down her thighs. “I’ll give you something better.”
I sit back down in my chair as I toss her panties to the floor. Her cunt glistens with arousal. The tiny strip of red hair makes my mouth water for her.
What’s one more wife?
But this one will be permanent…
The wife.
Wife number one. I never numbered any of my previous wives with that slot because I knew one day someone would fill it. Someone different and worthy.
I hope my mother isn’t rolling over in her grave.
“Tell me no, mi diablita,” I growl as I roll my chair forward so I can inhale her scent.
She sits up on her elbows and lifts a sculpted brow at me. “Why on earth would I ever do such a thing?” Her knees fall apart, inviting me. She bites on her bottom lip, her eyes heated with lust. “I want my gift, Daddy Diego.”
My cock aches to slam into her. “You’re a succubus aren’t you? You were sent straight from hell to tempt me into giving up everything. So help me, if you fuck me over…” I trail off with a hiss.
“We both have a lot at stake here,” she says softly. “I have nothing left except for my father’s business. You’re the only person who can help me hold on to that. Plus…”
I press a kiss to her sweet pussy. “You need protection.”
Her breath hitches when I run my tongue along her seam. Sweet. This girl is so sweet and innocent despite her hard words.
“I can’t be a prisoner again,” she whispers.
I run my thumb along her opening as I tease her pink clit with my tongue. “Isn’t that what marriage is? You’ll be bound to me.”
She reaches forward and grips my hair. Our eyes meet. Fire and determination and barely contained lust blaze in her glittery green orbs. “As equals.”
I’m amused that she thinks she could ever be equal to a man such as myself who exudes power and strength. But something tells me she believes it with every shred of her being. I’ll indulge the girl.
“If you fuck me over,” I threaten and take her clit between my teeth. “I will kill you. Make no bones about it.”
She whimpers when I bite hard enough to make my threat understood. Then, I suckle away the sting until she’s squirming and begging me for more. I ease a finger into her and am satisfied when her tight cunt grips it. She’ll feel amazing wrapped around my fat cock. My past wives were all used up whores. Their cunts had been nothing more than a wet hole to fuck. This cunt, though…it’s a wet dream. A motherfucking fantasy come true.
“I won’t fuck you over,” she vows. “Please…I need…”
I take my time fingering her, making sure to locate her G-spot within. A tiny nub inside her that seems to beg to be touched. As I massage the pleasure spot, I tease her throbbing clit with the tip of my tongue. She squirms and wiggles and at times yanks on my hair. But it isn’t until I suck hard on it that she comes with a scream. Her pussy clamps down around my finger as she shudders in ecstasy. I fuck her with my finger until she’s ridden the orgasm into a relaxed state.
“Tonight, we seal the deal. All of it. You’ll become Mrs. Diego Gomez. We’ll get Buenaventura moving product again with your help. Together, we’ll nail down the uncertain territories and make sure it is understood that we are bound. Everyone will know. Even Esteban and Oscar Rojas. There won’t be a goddamned thing they can do about it.” I grin at her as I make a dirty show of sucking her juices off my finger. “And I want you to wear this pretty white dress.”
She sits up and attempts to right her dress. “I still want them dead. Knowing I’ve betrayed them won’t be good enough. I want to kill them.”
Sweet girl doesn’t have it in her to kill anyone, but she has herself convinced. Who am I to crush her dark dreams?
“You’ll get your chance,” I vow. I give her a wolfish grin. “Aren’t you afraid of marrying me? You have no idea what kind of man I am.” When she narrows her eyes at me in annoyance rather than acting fearful, I stifle a laugh. “I hope you like anal.”
“Ugh,” she groans. “Don’t be gross.”
Finally, a motherfucking normal reaction.
“Mi diablita,” I growl as I stand between her still slightly spread legs that are hanging off the desk. “There is nothing gross about my ten-inch cock buried deep inside your sweet ass. I bet you’ll love it. You seem like the type of girl who has all sorts of sexual secrets. I’ll discover them all.”
She sobers up and presses her lips into a firm line. “I don’t have secrets. What you see is what you get.”
I grab her ass and pull her against my hard cock. I’m dying to unzip my pants and shove my cock into her. But now that we’ll be married soon, I’ll wait for the sole act of consummating our marriage later.
“I know you’re a very sexual person, Vienna,” I murmur as I brush a soft kiss to her lips. “Every time I’m near you, your body responds. You want to be touched and pleased. You, my dear girl, have secrets you don’t even know you have. You’re about to hand over the key, and I will unlock every single one of them.”
“Don’t fuck me over, Diego,” she threatens, her eyes hard.
I grip her jaw and kiss her brutally.
“You’ll be mine soon. And nobody fucks over my wife,” I growl as I nip at her lip. “Not even me.”