El Diablo

by Sam Crescent

  “Now you’re getting it,” he said.

  “Do you have any feelings left at all?” she asked. Her eyes filled with unshed tears.

  “Don’t cry for me. I don’t deserve your tears.”

  She shook her head, angrily wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve. “What is it? You love another woman?”

  “I don’t love another woman, Alesha. Something’s broken in me. Fucked up.” He put his hand on his chest, slapping himself a couple times. “There’s nothing you can do to fix it.”

  “So, I’m supposed to believe you feel nothing for me?”

  He clenched his jaw down hard. “I feel a lot for you.” He took a section of her hair and felt it between his thumb and finger. “I want to fuck you. How do you feel about that, my little virgin?”

  She whirled around, dashing for his door, but he grabbed her around the waist and pressed her to the wall.

  “Get off me! I hate you!” Hot tears traced down her cheeks.

  He held her steady despite her struggling. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  The tension in her body eased, her heavy breathing calming. He felt like a bastard, trying to scare her away when every instinct told him to protect her.

  “You bring out the worst in me.”

  “How? I’m not judging you. I’m just trying to understand,” she said

  “In my world, kindness is a weakness. My boss can sense it like a dog smells shit. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

  She reached up and touched his cheek. “You’ll protect me.”

  “You give me too much credit, Alesha.”

  Her fingers trailed along his jaw. “I feel safe with you.”

  “You shouldn’t.”

  She shrugged. “I just happen to believe that kindness is a strength. And I think people can change, can become better.”

  Alesha was a light to his darkness, and he wanted more. He may be a bastard for not walking away, but he leaned closer and kissed her on the lips.

  Chapter Eight

  Part of Alesha wanted to push Xavier away and tell him to not fucking touch her. She was hurt that he kept blowing hot and cold. She had no way of knowing which way was up and down. She didn’t do these things with men.

  Flirting didn’t come naturally to her.

  She was used to being overlooked.

  No one ever wanting her.

  It’s why she was the cleaner.

  She provided a service that everyone appreciated but no one cared about who did it. She was just a piece of furniture, and yet as his lips touched hers, she didn’t want to push him away. She had no wish to fight him or for this magic between them to stop.

  And there was magic.

  She couldn’t explain it.

  He was a cold-blooded killer. Someone she should be terrified of and yet she couldn’t hold herself back or look away from him. Even as her life had been in danger today, she’d worried for him, not for herself. It made no matter what happened to her, but she couldn’t think of the world without Xavier being part of it.

  After the briefest of kisses, he pulled back. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, and she merely stared into his dark eyes.

  “I know you hate me right now.”

  And that was the truth. She only hated him right now, right this second. There was no way in hell that she’d ever be able to hate him for a lifetime. It simply wasn’t possible for her. She wanted to protect him. To wipe away the memory of the scars so that the only thing he remembered was the feeling of her, the reminder of her touch. The taste of her kiss.

  Damn it.

  She was losing her mind, and she couldn’t even control it. Xavier was the kind of man she should avoid, but was inexplicably drawn to.

  “I don’t hate you.” She licked her lips, trying to find her voice. Her throat felt incredibly dry as she stared at him. “I could never hate you.”

  He smirked. It was that knowing smirk that she really didn’t like. Why did he have to look so sexy when he did it?

  “I just don’t like you very much right now.”

  “But you don’t hate me.”

  “Hate is a strong feeling.”

  “One you’re incapable of, no?”

  She didn’t respond. There was no point. He’d make of it what he would, and she didn’t have the energy to change him or to fight him.

  One of his thumbs moved toward her mouth, and he ran it across her lip. “Dixon was a fucking fool.”

  “Why are you talking about that monster?” Was this another cold moment? She couldn’t keep up, and it was messing with her head.

  “Because I heard what he said to you. That you’re not his type. The only reason you’re not his type is because a piece of shit like that couldn’t handle a woman like you. He wouldn’t know what to do with you if he ever got you in his bed. He was a coward. He preyed on the weak, and he thought you were that. He had no idea of the fire inside you.”

  “I think you’ve got the wrong woman here, Xavier. I’m not fire.”

  He smiled.

  A genuine, honest smile.

  She swooned.

  “He bought and sold women. He’s used to them being terrified or too drugged up to even care what’s happening. You’re not like that. You were honest and sweet and sexy all wrapped up in one package.”

  She shook her head. “You’re wrong.”

  Suddenly, he pressed her against the wall. Her back hit it with a thud. His body was flush against hers, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock as it nestled against her stomach.

  “You feel that, baby? You feel how I want you? You make me crazy. You think today was easy for me? I’ve never cared about anyone before. Never wanted to. All I’ve ever wanted to do is get in, kill, and be done with it. Instead, I had to listen to you talk, to ramble on with Dixon. To many men, your rambling may be a fucking turn-off, but to me, I relish it. I want to hear your thoughts, your fears, all of it. You distracted me and I wanted to hurt Dixon for not paying attention, but above all else, I wanted to torture him for days and weeks, to make him beg for death long before I ever let him have it—because of you. Because he said those vile things to you. You’re fucking everything, Alesha. Don’t let any man make you think differently.”

  “Why are you saying these things to me when you were being so mean just a few minutes ago?”

  “I’m not a good man.” He leaned in close, and she frowned as he seemed to inhale her scent. “I’ll never be good. I’m a monster to the core. Always have been. Always will be. I know what death is. I look into its face every single day, and I challenge it. I’ve been playing with it since I was a little kid, and I offer up my victims willingly. But, it’ll never be you. You’re too good for a man like me.” He stared at her lips, and she heard him groan. “You’re driving me crazy. I shouldn’t want you. Shouldn’t even care that you’re right here, right now, mine for the tasting, for the touching.”

  Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers, and she lost all thought. She should push him away.

  Tell him to get lost.

  To leave her alone.

  She couldn’t do it.

  Even as her hands grabbed his shoulders, preparing herself to push him away, she didn’t. She gripped him tightly, begging, hungry, desperate for his touch. His tongue traced across her lips, and she moaned, opening her lips and letting him inside.

  She didn’t want to push him away.

  Part of her was terrified he’d refuse her, insist he wasn’t good enough. The more he tried to push her away, the more she wanted him.

  Warmth flooded her pussy as his hands moved down her body, one of them sliding down her back to cup her ass. The other tracked to her breast, squeezing her flesh. He rubbed his palm across her nipple, and she arched up, wanting his touch more than anything else in the world.

  “Please, please,” she said, moaning his name, needing him.

  “You’re so fucking sexy and beautiful, and you
make me want you so damn much. Do you realize that? No woman has ever made me this desperate.”

  “I want you, Xavier.”

  “Yes, I know you do.”

  He pulled at her robe, and it fell open to reveal her modest nightshirt. It had a picture of an ice cream on the front. It was so unsexy it was unreal, but Xavier didn’t seem to mind. He tugged the nightshirt up her thighs and his hand lay flat on her stomach.

  “Are you wet for me right now?”

  “Yes.” Her panties were soaked through.

  Heat flooded her cheeks as he cupped her between the thighs, his fingers pressing against the fabric of the panties so that they dipped between her slit.

  “I feel how wet you are. You want my cock. You want my fingers and my mouth. I really shouldn’t have you.” He groaned as he kept rubbing. The friction against her clit felt so incredibly good. She saw stars dancing before her eyes, but he didn’t let up. Not once.

  Please. Please. Don’t stop.

  She couldn’t voice the words, and she hoped he understood what she wanted from him.

  “A good man would walk away. A good man wouldn’t think about spreading you open on his desk, licking the cream from your pussy and then opening you up, taking your cunt, and filling you with his spunk, but with you, Alesha, I lose all thought and common fucking sense.” He released a growl and within a second her panties were tugged from her body. He pushed her legs apart, and his hand was back to stroking her clit.

  Only this time there was nothing between his fingers and her body. She was open to him, spread wide, waiting, ready.

  Her eyes fluttered and closed as she arched into his touch, and then she cried out as his lips sealed around one of her nipples through her nightshirt. He sucked her through the fabric, then moved onto the next bud. The tug of the fabric seemed to enhance the sensation against her tit, and she cried out with an answering pulse between her thighs.

  He made her nipples wet as well as her shirt as he sucked her.

  “I need to see you. Take your shirt off.”

  She didn’t need telling twice. Lifting up her immature shirt, she threw it to the floor. She stood before him completely naked, waiting for him to give her the next instruction. She was at his mercy, and she wasn’t even afraid. Far from it.

  Her lips were dry, and she waited. Xavier raked his eyes over her nude body. She could feel his hunger, and it only increased her desire.

  “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you? How you make me feel. I’m rock hard, and it’s because of you. Because of what I want to do to you.”

  “What do you want to do to me?”

  “I want to make you forget everything from today and only remember my touch.”

  She wanted that more than anything. The events of today aren’t ones she wanted to remember. Both of his hands touched her waist, and he pulled her away from the wall.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking you to my room.”

  ****

  The last thing Xavier should be doing was taking Alesha to his bed to fuck her. He had a complete list of what the right things to do were. The nice things and yet, he didn’t want to play by the rules. Whoever that woman was, she could have targeted Alesha. Before he’d even gotten to her today, she could have been dead, and he’d have never known the softness of her body against his.

  That wouldn’t do. Not for him.

  He couldn’t allow another second to go by without knowing her touch, memorizing her kisses, and owning her body. The moment he did, he hoped he’d be able to come up with a plan to save her.

  Boss couldn’t get his hands on her. He wasn’t above using a woman to get what he wanted.

  Xavier picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. She didn’t fight him, and he suspected that had to do with her naked state and the fact she was so wet for him. So ready.

  He wanted to fuck her, to take her, to make her ache for him.

  To wipe away the memory of Dixon’s touch.

  He put her on her feet the moment they were in his room. Cupping her face, he took the kiss he craved, loving the feel of her lips.

  “Touch me, Alesha.”

  She ran her hands up his chest, her touch so light that it was driving him crazy.

  He wanted her to score his chest with those nails, to beg him for more, and to demand that he fuck her.

  Xavier had to keep on reminding himself that she was a virgin. That she’d never known the taste of a man or experienced what he could give her.

  She ran her hand back up his chest, smoothing them over his shoulders.

  “I’m done waiting.”

  Stepping away from her, he pushed down his gym shorts. Next, he got rid of his boxer briefs, not wanting them to trap his dick. Wrapping his fingers around the rock-hard length, he stared at her fuller body. The curves he’d been wanting beneath him. He’d imagined those thick, juicy thighs wrapped around his waist as he drove inside her.

  She was an addiction already, and he’d not even had a taste of her.

  There’s no way he should be hungry for her without even licking her pussy or feeling her tight cunt wrapped around his dick.

  Closing the distance between them, he moved her back until her legs hit the bed and she dropped down. He pushed her back, going down with her, taking her lips in a searing kiss. Xavier moved down her body, licking and suckling each nipple without the nightshirt between them.

  This time, she cried out. The sound was better than magic, his cock harder than oak.

  Her moans echoed off the walls, turning him on even more. He didn’t want her to stop. She had huge, gorgeous tits. Soft and perfect. Lavishing each hardened bud, he felt her arch up. Her fingers sank into his hair, holding his head still as he nibbled those tight bundles of nerves.

  So addictive.

  He couldn’t stop the hunger that was consuming him.

  “Please,” she said, moaning his name.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby.” Pulling out of her touch, he pressed her hands to the bed, stopping her from touching him. “You keep those hands there.”

  “I want to touch you.”

  “Soon.” He wouldn’t be able to last if she touched him. He needed to keep constant control or he was going to lose it.

  She kept her hands beside her body, and he kissed his way down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel before sliding down to the top of her pussy. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he spread her legs wide, staring at her slick cunt.

  She’s still a virgin.

  Remember that.

  Be careful with her.

  Using his finger, he teased across her clit and her back arched. Her cries were sweet music to his ears, and she hadn’t even had all of him yet.

  Replacing his finger with his tongue, he watched her as he sucked her clit, staring up at her body. One day he was going to have to film her because he wanted to see every single reaction as he licked her pussy. See that need build inside her.

  “Oh, Xavier, that feels so good.”

  Using his teeth, he created a small bite of pain that had her legs opening even wider as if she couldn’t get enough of what he was doing to her. He knew he couldn’t get enough, was hungry for more of her pussy. She’d be his—only his. He’d keep her so satisfied, she’d never want to leave.

  “Please, please.”

  “Do you like my mouth on your pussy?” he asked.

  “Yes, please, don’t stop.”

  “You’re mine, Alesha. I will never let anything happen to you. Your body, it belongs to me. I own it. You’ll do everything I want because you know what I can do for you. I can give you this mind-blowing pleasure.” As he talked, he stroked her clit, knowing he was using her own pleasure against her.

  The poor little virgin didn’t stand a chance.

  He didn’t think he could survive if anything was to happen to her.

  He had to do everything in his power to keep her safe. Other members of the Killer of Kings had found women.
They’d somehow found a way to have this life and their loved one all combined together.

  Why couldn’t he have that?

  “Yes, Xavier, I’ll do anything. Just please don’t stop.”

  He had no intention of stopping, and even though he’d gotten her submission while he was about to give her a mind-blowing orgasm, he would hold her to it.

  The moment he took her, claimed her as his own, it would be the day that her other life ceased to exist. She’d belong to him in every single way.

  She’d be his woman.

  She’d have his ring on her finger, and he’d make sure she was the happiest woman in the world.

  You’re talking crazy right now.

  What the hell is wrong with you?

  You can’t keep a woman.

  You’ve still got to find your sister.

  He pushed all of those thoughts out of his mind and instead focused on the beautiful woman beneath him. He’d deal with everything else when the time came.

  Sucking her clit into his mouth, he used the tip of his tongue to slide back and forth, glancing up her body to watch her come apart.

  She was so fucking beautiful, all soft, pale curves and innocence.

  Her tits shook and quivered, and he couldn’t wait for her to come. He’d make her so wet that he’d be able to fuck her with ease. With him not being a small man, it was going to hurt regardless.

  Keeping the lips of her pussy open, he licked, sucked, and teased her clit, drawing her ever close to the edge of her release. He kept her right there at the pinnacle, letting her wait for it, building her arousal, tasting her until he could no longer stand it and wanted her to come.

  Hurtling her over the edge, he smashed his face against her pussy, swallowing down her sweet cream as she screamed his name.

  The sound echoed off the walls, and he fucking loved it.

  Xavier knew he could get used to this and that this one taste wouldn’t be enough. How could it? Alesha was everything, and he’d known it the first time he met her. She’d called to a part of his soul that he’d believed was long gone, with his sister.

  No, this was more than that.

  Alesha called to the monster within, teasing him, taunting him, making him want to come out and play, and fuck did he. So damn much. He couldn’t get enough.