“I’M FINE, TATIANA,” I snap and swat her hand away. Her brown eyes are filled with tears. We’ve barely been safely home for five minutes and she’s mothering the fuck out of me. “It’s a scratch. Tend to Vienna.”
Vienna’s brilliant green eyes dart to mine and she shakes her head. “I’m fine too.”
I glower at her. She’s far from fine. Blood drips down her shins from her knees. Her once pretty white dress is dirty as fuck. The red mane she’d worked so hard to smooth out is messy and tangled. Compared to Tatiana, who is shaking like a leaf, Vienna stands there like a horror from a nightmare. Hate-filled eyes. Calm demeanor. Full, pouty lips pressed into a firm, pissed off line.
“Get cleaned up and rest,” I tell my doctor and close friend. “You’re shaken up. I’ll take care of Vienna.”
Tatiana nods before hugging us both. Then, she disappears from my office leaving me alone with my wife. Jorge is already rounding up my men and heavily securing the compound. Those motherfuckers attacked me on my wedding day. I’d hoped it was some other cartel wanting to take me out. But deep down I knew. These were Camilo’s men. Esteban and Oscar have already begun their war.
They don’t care about Vienna.
Those assholes shot at her.
She’s a tool to get to me, nothing more.
Rage bubbles up inside of me at the thought of losing her. Our business union is of utmost importance, of course, but I married her, goddammit. She’s mine to protect. They almost took her from me.
“Were they with the Rojas’s?” she questions, her voice level and even. Christ, she scares me with how calm she is.
I give her a clipped nod before snagging my cutter from the drawer. I prep the cigar from the ashtray and then light it. When we got back, I gave Jorge explicit instructions of what I needed him to do. Now, it’s a waiting game. We’ll be protected here, but I want those motherfuckers hunted down and brought to me.
“Now we wait,” I tell her as I exhale a plume of smoke.
She walks over to me and plucks the cigar from my fingers. This wife is unlike my other pretend ones. Despite their constant bitching and nagging, they still feared me. Vienna takes this partnership seriously, apparently, because now we share everything. Even my fucking cigars and coffee. Her swollen lips wrap around the fat cigar and she inhales the smoke, her wild green eyes on mine. Fire and vengeance storm within them. My sweet girl wants to make them pay. I yank the cigar from her fingers and snub it out in the ashtray.
With a growl, I grip her jaw and tilt her dirty face up so I can regard her. This woman would have shot me in the goddamned face today had she had any bullets left. She’s not a princess at all. Hell, she even warned me.
Vienna is the motherfucking queen.
I kiss her pouty lips hard, my fingers never leaving her jaw. Her mouth opens to kiss me back. Sweet. So fucking sweet. She grabs the front of my jacket to hold on as she jumps into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. I hold her perfect ass as we kiss. With her pressed against my eager cock, I’m dying to officially make her mine.
“We still have business, mi diablita,” I growl between kisses.
She bites my lip and hisses. “Later, mi motherfucker.”
We kiss hard with her grinding against my cock, but I can’t proceed without knowing she’s mine in every sense of the word. Her fingers start plucking at the buttons under my tie. Our kiss is messy and dirty.
“The contract,” I snarl against her lips.
“Not now,” she bites back.
I storm over to my desk and jerk her away from me to deposit her on the surface. The little minx tears her soiled dress from her body before tossing it at me. She’s a goddamned dream sitting on my desk, looking hot as fuck in nothing but a simple matching nude-colored bra and panty set.
She’s distracting me. For the future of our relationship, both personal and business, the contract needs to be carried out.
With my heated gaze on hers, I slip out of my jacket and pull off my tie. The vest hits the floor next and then I finish unbuttoning my shirt. Once I’m naked from the waist up, I grab one of my sharpest blades from my desk drawer. I flick it open, my eyes on hers to gauge her reaction. The little devil licks her dirty lips. My cock jolts, and I almost declare we fuck instead.
Almost.
“I want this gone,” I tell her, pointing the tip of my blade at her bra.
“So do I,” she says with a wicked smile.
I hook my finger under the bottom of her bra between her ample tits and pull it from her body. She remains still as I saw through the fabric with my knife. The material gives and frees her gorgeous tits. She tosses it away before leaning back on her elbows and putting her feet on my desk. Her knees fall apart as she offers her barely covered cunt to me. My dick is about to rip through my slacks to get to her.
“Danger makes your pussy wet. You really are a villain,” I muse as I run my finger along the wet spot on her panties. “Such a naughty girl.”
She bites her fat bottom lip and nods. I hook my finger into the side of her panties just below her clit to pull the material toward me. This too, I saw through eagerly. Once she’s fully naked, I take a moment to appreciate her body. Young. Tight. Supple. She’d probably still be a virgin if Esteban hadn’t have taken that away from her. Despite her past with him, she’s still inexperienced. I love that she trusts me to take her to new places sexually. Whatever he did with her won’t compare to what I’m going to do. I’m going to awaken her beast. I’m going to feed it and fuck it. There won’t be any taming her beast. If anything, I’m about to free it.
“The contract is of utmost importance,” I growl. “Then we can get back to what we both want and need.” I tap my blade on the flesh over her heart. “I need you to remember every day that we have a promise to each other. Fuck witnesses.”
“Just tell me where to sign,” she grumbles, her voice breathless with need. “I need you.”
I grab her left hand and pull it until she’s sitting up. My mouth presses a kiss to the pale, perfect flesh on the back of her hand. The wedding ring that belonged to my mother sits proudly on her ring finger. Possessiveness thunders through me at seeing it there. I’ve held on to that one important item, the one materialistic thing my mother owned, for so long. Nobody was ever worthy of wearing it. But Vienna is the new owner, and I swear to God, it looks perfect on her.
“Do you need alcohol?” I question. “I might hurt you.”
Her green eyes narrow. “I existed in a fog for too long. I want to feel everything.”
I challenge her with my gaze as I tease her smooth flesh on the back of her hand with the tip of my blade. “A contract forged in blood. Still want to feel that?”
She snorts. “I’m not afraid.”
I poke her flesh with my knife and become fixated on the crimson that wells around the hole before it spills down the side of her hand. She remains still as if to wait out my next move before breathing.
“Relax,” I murmur. “It will be over soon.”
A choked sound escapes her as I begin carving her flesh. I’m careful not to go too deep, but I brand my wife with a large D on the back of her hand. I don’t want her to forget who she made this deal with. Ever.
When I finish, I meet her fiery gaze. Something that looks like a mix between hate and lust swims in her teary eyes. The tears don’t fall, but I brought them to the brink.
“Fuck,” I growl, my knife clattering to the desk. “You’re so beautiful.”
I grip her jaw and kiss her hard. Her fingers work at my belt and then zipper. Soon, she has my aching cock in her grip.
“Diego,” she hisses as she fists my length. “I need you.”
A groan rumbles from me as I rid myself of the rest of my clothes. I grip her hips and yank her to the edge of the desk. My cock is long and fat. She’s so small. I should use lube to fit inside her without pain on her part.
But I can’t wait.
I need her now.
“This is going to hurt,” I warn through clenched teeth.
She claws at my biceps with blood running down her arm and draws me closer. “So hurt me.”
The tip of my cock pokes at her slippery opening. She’s practically dripping for me. Quick and fast. Like pulling off a bandage.
I slide an arm around her middle and meet her heat-filled gaze. My mouth crushes against hers a second before I drive powerfully into her. Her scream is snuffed out by my kiss, but I know I’ve probably hurt her. I’m about to black out from pleasure. She’s the tightest fucking woman I’ve ever been with, and I’m inside her without a condom. I’ve been fucking women since I was fourteen. Not once did I ever do it without protection.
But this woman is mine.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” I hiss out as my hips thrust into her again. Her fingernails continue to claw at my biceps, but she kisses me frantically. We’re dirty and messy and so fucking needy for each other. Husband and wife. King and queen. Two avenging angels turned devils escaped from hell.
She wraps her arms around my neck and leans against me, her mouth still fused to mine. I lose my footing and fall on my ass with her in my arms and my cock still buried deep inside her. Those manic green eyes meet mine as she reaches behind her to the desk. My knife that still drips with her blood comes into view. She pushes her palm against my chest, urging me to lie back on the floor.
“We weren’t finished with our contract,” she hisses, her body slowly rocking against me. I reach forward and pinch her clit, which makes her already tight cunt strangle my cock.
“So finish it,” I challenge as I offer her my hand.
She laughs. The sound of it is downright terrifying. “I have something better.”
She wraps one hand around the hilt of the knife and she covers it with her other bloody one. She meets my nervous stare with a confident one of her own. “You don’t have tattoos on your chest. How come? The rest of you is covered in tattoos.”
Are we really fucking talking about this in the middle of the hottest, messiest, most psychotic sex I’ve ever had?
“I want those scars to remind me of my past,” I grit out, my dick throbbing with the need to come.
Her green eyes gleam with decisiveness. Then, she starts at my right shoulder with the tip of the blade. The pain is sharp and intense. She slices slowly, almost as if to punish me, along my chest before stopping just below my naval. Blood runs down my ribs in its wake.
“Vienna,” I warn when she lifts the blade again and pokes deep into the flesh opposite of where she started. “Not so deep.”
She loosens her grip and drags the sharp tip down to meet the ending point of her last cut below my naval. V is for vengeance. The pain is intense, but the throbbing of my cock is worse. I swat the knife out of her hand and grab her throat. Her eyes are shining with pleasure when I pull her close to my mouth. She places her palms right over the cuts on my chest for leverage and begins riding my dick like it’s her sole purpose in life. I squeeze her throat until her pale face turns a gorgeous shade of purple.
Our mouths meet for another needy kiss. My grip on her throat loosens the moment her full tits start sliding against my bloody chest. Fuck, this is intense.
“Partners,” I growl as I lift my hips to thrust into her. “Lovers.” Thrust. “Mine.”
She cries out and her body seizes, like the other couple of times I’ve gotten her off. The moment her pussy clenches around me, I lose it. My cock explodes its release deep within her. It isn’t until I’ve drained the last of it and her shaking has subsided, that I let go of her neck. She collapses against my stinging and bloody chest. I hug her to me and kiss her dirty hair. Not even an hour ago, we were in the middle of a gun battle. Now, we’re in a whole new type of battle. This battle takes more skill and so much more is on the line.
“I’m not on birth control,” she whispers.
I stroke her tangled hair. “I know.”
“But…”
“In my country, family is everything.”
She relaxes. “That was…”
“Intense? Hot? Sexy as hell?” I quip.
Her chest trembles as she laughs. “I was going to say fucked up.”
My fingers thread into her hair, and I tilt her head up so I can see her pretty face. Those fiery green orbs have lulled into a sleepy state. I love the look on her. “Mi diablita, you haven’t seen fucked up yet.”
She smirks, which makes my softening cock jolt inside her. “Bring it on, big daddy.”
The black coat she always wears is gone. This time, she wears all white. The one who haunts me isn’t a demon. She’s an angel. I’m stunned as she walks over to me. Her pale arm is outstretched. Blood drips from it. I want to fix her. To make it stop. She brushes her bloody fingertips along my chest and draws a letter against my flesh.
V is for vengeance.
The angel straddles my hips and cradles my face. Her scent—so sweet—envelops me. The hood of her white cloak keeps her hidden from me. But deep down, I know she’s the one I am looking for.
“Diego…”
“Diego.”
My dream mixes with reality, and I have a hard time shaking away the recurring dream. Lately, because I don’t sleep as much, the dream comes more often. I’m always awoken with a sense of loss. In the darkness, though, I am anything but alone. Curled up beside me is my wife.
“Diego,” she murmurs. “It was just a dream.”
She slides out of bed and soon the bathroom light comes on. When she returns, she has a wet cloth. The bed dips as she climbs back in. At least I can see her now. She wipes away the sweat on my brow with a serene smile on her lips.
Is this what my mother would have wanted for me?
All those months I had one “wife” after another in my bed. I was looking for them to fill up a part of me that was empty. But the void always remained. Yet now…now I feel better than I ever have. Vienna in my bed feels right.
“Do you have nightmares often?” she questions as she runs the cloth along my neck. My chest feels tight with every deep breath I take. Last night, after we showered together, I took her down to where Tatiana keeps the medical supplies and I used the medical super glue to fuse our wounds shut.
“Fairly so. Mostly a recurring one. Tonight it was different,” I tell her with a sigh.
“Better or worse?”
“Definitely better. I just wish I could see her.”
Her brows scrunch together. “You can’t see her?”
I frown. “My mother believed dreams were prophetic in a sense. If she were still alive, I’d ask her about them. They started when I was a teenager after…”
Her fingertips brush against the scars on my face. “After this?”
“I almost died. I think hovering between life and death opened my mind a little.”
She discards the rag on the end table and then curls up against me. It feels too nice to have her here. “What happened?”
“Camilo.”
She stiffens. “He hurts lots of people.”
“Not anymore,” I growl.
Her palm rubs along my uninjured flesh on my chest. “Not anymore.”
“My mother was sick. I stole from him. All I wanted was to make enough money for her to get the medical treatment she needed,” I whisper, my voice distant. “He tried to kill me.”
“But you fought him off? You ran away?” she questions.
I shake my head and hug her to me. With her supple naked body pressed against mine, I am calm and relaxed. “Someone saved me.”
“Big bad Daddy Diego needed saving,” she says with a laugh. “Hard to believe.”
I chuckle with her. “An angel saved me.”
“You must not be all bad then, villain, if an angel saved you.”
Sitting up, I give her a grin before sliding out of the bed. I make my way over to the closet to dig around in my chest that holds a few of my mother’s things. It’s all I have left of my past. I lift the lid and root around until I find what I’m looking for. When I approach the bed, she’s lying with her bare back to me. The contrast of her crimson hair against my white pillows is a sight I’ll never get tired of seeing.
“They say when I showed up at the hospital, I was clutching this,” I tell her as I toss my only memory of my angel onto the bed in front of her. I climb in behind her and pull her back against my sore chest. Her fingers grip the stuffed cat and she draws it to her.
“The bloody boy.”
I frown at the smiling cat who has dried blood still on his fur. “I suppose he is a little bloody.”
“No, not Mr. Snuffles,” she whispers. “You’re the bloody boy.”
She rolls onto her back, her green eyes the softest I’ve ever seen them. Her beauty temporarily distracts me from her words which don’t make much sense. I’ve seen many expressions on Vienna’s face but never one so tender and sweet. It’s then that I hope I knock her up right away because I know she’ll give our future children the same look my mother always gave me. My heart nearly explodes with the prospect of such an idea.
“I couldn’t see my angel,” I continue, my mind lost to that day. “I just heard her sweet little voice. A child. A child saved me, Vienna.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “If it weren’t for her stopping him, I’d be dead.”
A tear streaks down her temple. “It was never supposed to be them.”
I frown as I brush a red strand of hair away from her face. “Who, mi diablita?”
“You,” she murmurs, awe in her voice. “It was always supposed to be you.” Her fingertips dance across my scarred face. “I fixed you.”
I fixed you.
It reminds me of all those years ago.
“I fixed him. He’s going to get all better now.”
My entire body stills as I stare down at her in confusion. A small, fearless girl. I’d never been able to recall what she looked like but I always remembered the sweet voice.
“You saved me,” I murmur.
My palm reverently strokes her cheek. So often I thought about my angel. So many times I looked for her to thank her. The bold little girl who tried to scare off Camilo Rojas when he was dead set on slicing me to fucking bits for stealing from him.
I slide my palm to her breast and she lets out a gasp. I take advantage of her parted lips and kiss her. I’m dying to convey my thanks to her. Her voice and her gentle touches kept me hanging on as I bled out on the grass. My lips brush against hers softly at first, but then I lose control. She’s sweet—unlike any other woman I’ve tasted—and I’m convinced it’s because she’s truly an angel. Her tongue is tentative, but I don’t care. My tongue shows her the way. I kiss her in a way that tells a story. The kiss is reminiscent of a time when she, although small, held my delicate life in her hands. I was enraptured by my little angel and latched on to her voice that seemed to keep me away from the darkness pulling at me.
I nip at her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth before diving in for another deep kiss. We’re both breathless and panting by the time I reluctantly pull away. But only because I want to look at her.
Her long fingers reach for my face again. With whispering touches that remind me of that fateful day, she brushes her fingertips along my scars. Her eyebrows scrunch together and the tip of her nose wrinkles. She’s so fucking adorable I could scream. I’m flying high on this new revelation. An unknown sensation stirs in my chest, and I like it. I really fucking like it.
Her green eyes darken with emotion. Tears shimmer in her normally fierce eyes as she regards me. “I thought you died.”
“You saved me.”
Her eyes are darting all over me. “Those bandages…they couldn’t have…”
“You ran off Camilo before he could deliver his death blow. Then, you stayed with me while I hovered between life and death. I knew I would find you again,” I murmur before devouring her mouth once more.
I climb on top of her and ease my cock into her perfect cunt. In and out, I drive into her slowly. My eyes take in every little freckle that I took for granted until now. We fuck at an unrushed pace. She can’t seem to stop touching my face, and I can’t stop staring at her gorgeous features.
She is my angel. My fucking destiny.
She’s mine.
And there’s no way around it.