by Sam Crescent
She was already wet but he intended to make her even more so.
Sliding the lips of her pussy open, he looked at her sweet, swollen clit. He wanted his dick inside her, to taste her, to drown in this woman. Putting the flat of his tongue to her clit, he stroked back and forth.
“Oh my fucking God!” Graciella’s pleasured moans filled the air. He stopped long enough to look at her, and fuck, if she wasn’t a sight to behold. So beautiful. So sexy. So amazing.
Licking her clit, he tugged it into his mouth with a groan. He bit down, making her writhe beneath him, just so perfect and open. Her desperate mewling made his cock rock-hard. He teased back and forth with his tongue then moved down to stroke along her slit.
“You’re killing me,” she cried.
He pressed his hands to her inner thighs, keeping her open as he started to thrust inside her, plunging in deep with his tongue. Then he returned to her clit, determined to devote plenty of attention to that sweet little bud. He could stay between her legs half the night.
She wriggled beneath him and he rubbed his face against her, not wanting to let go. He wanted her to know real pleasure, from a man who demanded nothing in return. Her cream coated his face and he lapped it up. She was about to peak, thrusting her pussy against his face, gasping and tensing. He cupped her ass cheeks, holding her close as he nibbled mercilessly on her pussy.
“Yes, please, yes,” she said. “I’m close, Boss. So close.”
“Come for me, princess.”
She did.
He swallowed down her cum as she let go and it was so fucking beautiful. Boss didn’t stop there, letting her ride her wave of pleasure, more than happy to be the one to give her an orgasm. Only when she settled down from her peak did he slow down, giving her time to enjoy the bliss.
He reached into his night table, retrieving a condom. From the tip down, he worked on the latex, the head of his cock already leaking pre-cum as he wanted inside her.
“Tell me to stop, Graciella. Tell me you don’t want me.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “Boss, fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He growled and slammed his lips down on hers. She was pure sin and he couldn’t deny her anything. Didn’t want to. Holding her legs open with his hips, he rested the tip of his cock at her opening, staring into her eyes, waiting.
“You’ve got to put me inside you,” he said.
Every single step was going to be her accepting him, giving it to him. He’d never force her. If she wanted him, she was going to show him just how much.
With his cock at her entrance, he watched, entranced as she reached down between them. She took his cock in her hand. Thick and swollen, he wanted to get rid of the condom, to feel her skin to skin, but there would be time for that.
She eased the mushroom head against her clit, bumping it, and he groaned as she arched up, moaning as she did. So pretty. So perfect. Everything he ever wanted.
“That’s right, princess. Use me. Take what you want and fucking love it.”
She moved his cock down to her opening and with her gaze on him, she slowly pulled him inside.
Graciella was hot, tight, and it took every ounce of control for him to not push her hands out of the way and fuck her hard and fast. He wanted to pat himself on the back for not fucking her harder than ever before. This night was something new for both of them. It meant more than cheap thrills or a contract fulfilled. It was real. Lasting.
When his pelvis hit her hand, she let go. Her hands went to his ass and pulled him in those last few inches.
“God, you’re big, Boss. I knew you’d be good, but not this good.”
“I’m all yours now.”
To help her, he thrust, securing himself deep within her.
She gasped and he kissed her, swallowing down any more moans. He held perfectly still within her. Not just to let her get accustomed to his dick, but also for him to gain control. The last thing he wanted to do was let go like some teenage boy.
He was so close.
Graciella was everything. He’d known the moment he met her she would be his. He just didn’t realize how much she’d fuck with his head. There was no way he’d never be able to let her go.
As he stared down at her, she licked her lips and offered him the sweetest smile.
“I’m not … there’s no game here, Boss. It’s just me,” she said. “I promise. I swear it.”
“You’ve got all of me as well, baby. I’m not playing a game. I’m just me.” He started to pull out of her until only the tip of him remained. He watched her, waiting for any sign that this was too much for her. She’d been through things no woman should ever be subjected to.
She gave no sign she wanted this to stop, so he thrust within her tight heat, loving her moans. He would only ever give her pleasure. All he wanted was for her to let go with him—no act, no worries.
He could give her a damn good life that she’d only ever dreamed of. He’d give her the world if she let him.
Thrusting inside her, he started off slow, not wanting to rush this. He glanced down and watched his cock. The condom an annoyance but necessary.
Groaning, he couldn’t resist teasing her clit, bringing her to a second orgasm as he drove inside her, feeling her spasm around him.
He was nearly there. There was no holding back.
Taking her hands, he pressed them down at either side of her head, kissing her lips as he rode her pussy, feeling the first stirrings of his orgasm as he filled her, flooding the condom with his release. The pleasure didn’t end there. It slowly ebbed away and Boss knew he was never going to be the same again. Whatever happened, he couldn’t let Graciella go. No more running away. She was part of him, and because of that, her problems were now his. He’d protect her, die for her. All that remained now was to marry her.
Chapter Eleven
One week later
It felt good to be back in the city. Her city. For the first time in forever, she had no desire to run. A huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders now that an antidote for the drugs had been found. Manuel Viola was dead. The scientist was under lock and key until Boss decided otherwise. Bain had recovered. Her nightmare was finally over.
It felt odd not having that guilt clinging to her like a shadow. It had crept up on her each morning and didn’t let her sleep at night. She was free from the burden of her mistake all those years ago. The only thing left on her mind was the debt to Viko. That would never be repaid. It would never allow her to have a fresh start. How could she even contemplate a relationship with Boss when she had a debt with his enemy?
She’d been avoiding Boss the past week.
Once they were home, she second-guessed the night they shared together. Many people indulged when on vacation and lived to regret it. Although they hadn’t been in the Dominican for rest and relaxation, it was a different place, a unique reality.
Boss could have any woman he wanted—young women, virgins, women with no scars and baggage. He was a man of power and wealth.
She couldn’t give him heirs. Her body was broken. It would almost be cruel to subject him to a life with her when he could have so much more.
It had been a nice fantasy while it lasted.
Then why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?
Graciella rolled over in her bed, grabbing her cell phone from the nightside table. She exhaled her disappointment.
“What do you want, Viko?”
“You were much more respectful when you needed my money and support. You have a short memory.”
“Well, I doubt you’re calling to chitchat.”
“You’re right. And you’re going to help me.”
“Do you expect me to be your errand girl for the rest of my life?”
He laughed. “The burden of being in debt. I don’t recommend it.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
She dropped back on her bed, draping an arm over her eyes. This would be a nightmare that ne
ver ended.
“Manuel screwed me over. He wanted my place in the Circle. He’s dead, but I know he wasn’t working alone. There was no way he could fund the manufacturing and exporting of those drugs on his own.”
“What do you expect me to do?” she asked.
“You’re one of the best. You speak the language. And, as I’ve mentioned, you owe this to me. Go back to the Dominican. Fuck whoever you need to fuck. I need to know who’s out to get me.”
She felt sick to her stomach thinking about Viko meddling in her life forever, not allowing her to move on and put the past behind her. She liked working solo, having no one to answer to but herself.
Graciella had to start her day. After a quick shower, she headed out of her condo. There was a black SUV with heavily tinted windows parked outside on the street. The glass began to lower. “Get in.”
She barely recognized this guy. “Who’s asking?”
“You have a date with Boss in fifteen minutes. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
Graciella wanted to tell the driver to fuck off, but instead, she got into the vehicle. She was curious about what he wanted from her. And she had nothing better to do than head to the coffee shop for a latte.
“I thought Killian was his driver.”
“I’m Chains, if you don’t remember me. I’ve been driving Boss around a lot longer than Killian.”
She remembered Xavier talking about his good friend Chains. Her nerves settled.
“And where is this date?”
“Breakfast on the water. Five-star patio. Their croissants were featured in Food Addiction magazine last month.”
“Wow, that’s a lot more detail than I was expecting.” She leaned back and watched the city flash by. The Killer of Kings men were unlike any other hitmen she’d worked with in the past.
They pulled up to the restaurant and she stepped out. Boss was already seated, and he waved her over. She couldn’t help but smile. He looked so pleased with himself.
“Kidnapping me won’t get you any points.”
“You haven’t answered my calls,” he said.
“I’ve been busy.”
He used a hand to motion her to sit. It was a two-person table overlooking the water. There were three fresh roses in the vase—red, yellow, and white. She had to admit she was impressed. Her breakfasts weren’t nearly as extravagant or involved.
“You’ve been avoiding me, Graciella. Why?”
She took a breath, not willing to play games at this point. She was tired, soul deep. “I don’t want to be the flavor of the week. I know how this ends,” she said. “I was hoping you’d have a new conquest by now.”
He narrowed his eyes, taking a sip of his coffee, nodding her to drink her own.
“Your brother still won’t drink coffee, did you know that? Old wounds never heal for some. Then there are others, like you, who seem unfazed.”
She tasted her coffee. “What you see isn’t always what you get. My brother has his wounds, I have mine. We deal with things in our own way.”
“And you like to run. To put up walls so high that nobody can get in.”
She shrugged, taking another sip. “If it works…”
Boss leaned back in his seat, staring at her. Seagulls cawed over the water. A boat horn bellowed in the distance. This place reminded her of her own little hideaway by the ocean. It relaxed her.
“You’re not the flavor of the week, Graciella. I’m done with other women. There’s only one I’m interested in.”
“When you say that, I feel threatened.”
“I know. You need to learn to trust me. I won’t hurt you,” he said. “No one knows your story like I do. I’m still here, baby. And I’m not running.”
God, she wanted Boss. He looked so damn edible. He was a tattooed, muscular beast sitting on an overpriced restaurant patio and no one dared tell him he didn’t belong. He was the kind of man who demanded respect and got what he wanted.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out an elaborate ring box. He placed it on the table then pushed it toward her. She stared, not knowing what to think. He hadn’t said a word.
Graciella decided to put it all on the line since he’d convinced himself he wanted her.
“Have you forgotten my debt to Viko? I imagine a man like you would bristle knowing their woman owed a lifetime debt to the Circle of Monsters.”
He tapped his fingers on the table, not speaking, his eyes intense.
“Exactly. A deal breaker,” she said.
“Open the damn box, Graciella.”
She took a breath and reached for the box. He placed his hand briefly over hers, startling her, then he sat back and waited.
Was she holding her breath? It felt like the entire world had slowed down just for this moment. She opened the box. Inside was the largest, most perfect diamond engagement ring she’d ever seen. And she’d seen a lot in her line of work. This was something else entirely.
“I commissioned it just for you,” he said.
She swallowed hard. “What does this mean?”
Boss leaned over the table, holding her forearm in place as she held the box with the other. “Marry me, Graciella. We have one life to live. We’ve both suffered enough. Why can’t we be happy? Together.”
“Marriage? The killer of kings is asking me to marry him?”
She was dumbfounded and all her thoughts and higher reasoning went out the window, leaving her helpless and unsure of what to say next.
“Why not?”
“I can write a list a mile long why it wouldn’t work,” she said, staring at the ring.
“But it’ll work in spite of it all. Because I love you.”
This time, she looked him in the eyes, completely taken aback. She’d always felt so unlovable that it felt foreign to hear it—and believe it.
“Boss…”
“Marry me, Graciella Moreno. I swear to God, I’ll be true to you for the rest of my days.”
Her first instinct was to run, to refuse all the beautiful words. But he was right. Enough was enough. She didn’t think she was capable of it after everything she’d been through, but she loved him too. He drove her crazy and she loved him anyway.
She thought about him all the time.
Even now, she couldn’t help but remember their first time a week ago. Despite all the bullshit she’d endured in her life, he made her feel feminine, desirable, like she’d never known a man before him.
How could she walk away from that?
“Can we be alone?”
He rose an eyebrow. “When? Now?”
“Now.”
Boss raised one arm to request the bill.
They walked toward the cars in the lot. “Did you drive here yourself?” she asked. “Or did Chains drop you off?”
“He’s a good man. I wouldn’t have sent him to pick you up if I didn’t trust him.” Boss pushed his key fob and a navy-blue BMW chirped a few feet away. “And I do drive myself at times.”
“You’re full of surprises today,” she said, stepping into the passenger seat of his car.
****
She hadn’t said yes. Boss felt like a schoolboy vying for a girl’s attention. He wouldn’t go to sleep tonight until he had his answer.
He drove them to one of his many properties. The penthouse suite of this hotel was where he did a lot of business. It also had the best view of the city.
“Where are we?” she asked, entering the luxury condo.
“One of my offices. You like it?”
He watched Graciella as she made her way to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The woman knew how to move, how to use her body to drive men crazy. He wasn’t immune.
“I thought my condo had a good view, but this … this is unbelievable.” She pressed a hand to the glass, taking in the views.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I have a lot of things. More money than I can ever spend. Every toy and gadget a man could want. There’s one thing I’ve
learned during all these years.”
She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “What’s that, Boss?”
“Money can’t buy happiness.”
Graciella narrowed her eyes. “So they say. That’s a common expression.”
“No, it’s true. Things can’t stave off loneliness.”
“How can the great Boss ever be lonely? You could be surrounded by new people day and night and they’d beg for your company.”
“Then they go home. I need more, Graciella. Life is empty without love. After watching so many of my men get married, I always wondered what the fascination was—until you came along.”
“I’m nothing special,” she said.
“You’re everything to me,” he said. He kissed her forehead. “You never answered my question.”
She shook her head. “My debt, Boss. It won’t go away.”
“I know you talked to Viko this morning.”
“Of course, you do.”
“He’s paranoid. Everything’s falling down around him.”
Ever since finding out his man Manuel had double-crossed him, he’d been on a killing spree. The devil in him had been released and couldn’t be contained.
“Since he thinks of me as his personal slave, I guess I’ll be going down with him.”
“I’ll never let that happen,” he said. “You know who Manuel was working with in the cartel?”
She nodded.
“Don’t tell Viko. I’m going to make him a deal he can’t refuse.”
Graciella cocked her head. “What are you up to, Boss?” She ran her fingers through his hair.
“I want you to be mine, only mine,” he said.
“You want to own me.”
He growled. “Call it what you will. It works both ways.”
“Are you telling me you’ll never crave your weekly specials?”
Graciella was jealous to a fault. She believed she had reason, but Boss had never been more sincere. Just thinking about all those nameless whores made his stomach churn.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. A king is nothing without his queen.”
She smiled at that.