Master of Control (Gods of Vegas Book 5)

by Sienna Snow

  At the sound of the knife opening, Dax made a run for the window, the only way out. Before he could make it a few steps, I grabbed him by the hair, threw him to the ground, and stabbed the knife into the hand he was about to use to leverage himself up.

  “What’s gotten into you, boy?” Dax roared.

  Pressing a foot to his throat, I leaned over him, pulling my blade free, and almost immediately Dax kicked up, trying to knock me back, but I shifted and stuck him with the blade in the ribs.

  “Stop struggling or I’ll make sure with one twist of my wrist, you’ll breathe out of a tube for your short foreseeable future.”

  Blood seeped from Dax’s hand and from the wound in his side where my knife sat.

  “Listen, dammit!” Samuel shouted. “The money’s not worth your life.”

  Dax’s eyes bulged as I pressed the hilt of the knife deeper, but he didn’t move.

  “Now I want you to tell us everything. You leave anything out, you’re dead. You hedge, you’re dead. You lie to me, you’re dead. And you,” I said to Samuel, who remained near the boxes he’d been opening. “If he leaves anything out, or prevents me from protecting my bride, you will suffer a slow, torturous death. Make sure no detail is missing.”

  Pulling out the knife, I wiped it on Dax’s shirt, handed it to Lucas, and rose.

  “You know the drill. Extract every last detail from them and make it painful.”

  “I’ll take care of it.”

  “Contact Benz and set up a meeting.” I knew I wouldn’t have to say more than that. Lucas would handle everything.

  Now all I had to do was convince my wife to leave the country without letting her know my father had planned to sell her in order to take back his empire.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sebastian

  I arrived at my penthouse a little before six in the evening to find bags in the foyer. Some were mine and others were the ones Isa had delivered the morning of our wedding.

  Why the fuck would Isa have packed for me? Where was she planning for us to go?

  Then I stopped. Had someone called and told her I was taking her away? That still didn’t make sense. No one would overstep, especially not Lucas and especially not after word got out that Dax and Samuel were permanently removed from the Weber infrastructure.

  “Isa.”

  There was no response. I made my way toward our bedroom. Our bedroom. That’s what it was. And I’d be dammed if it wasn’t going to stay ours. If Jonas thought he could double-cross me, take the money Opa allotted for him, and still remain king, then he had another think coming.

  As of five minutes after I saw the pictures of him boarding the plane, I’d sent word to every family, ally or not, that any aid or harbor rendered to Jonas Weber meant a declaration of war.

  I’d lost my mother and sister to Jonas’s schemes. I was not going to lose Isa.

  Hell, to protect her, I’d done the one thing no one would ever expect me to do. I’d gone to Russo Benz.

  The man hated me on principle. Knowing I had nothing to do with the deal Opa made with his father didn’t change his anger at losing control of the empire he’d built. I had a great deal of respect for the man—he’d taken the small organization his father had left him and created something ten times bigger.

  He was a hard, ruthless man, but there was no doubt in my mind that he loved his daughter and would do everything possible to keep her safe.

  When I told him what Jonas was planning, he had nearly lost his mind with the drive to take out Jonas. But he knew the rules and he couldn’t move on Jonas without consequences to the rest of us. Isa now belonged to me. He’d agreed to use his resources to keep an eye on Jonas through his Russian connections as well as my territory while I was away with Isa.

  It was a show of trust I’d given Benz that no boss with my sized organization would ever have given. This gesture had shifted something between us, and I knew I had an ally.

  As I entered the bedroom, the last words Benz had said before I’d left his house lingered in my head.

  There are three things you need to do, and I will pledge my loyalty to you. Take care of my little girl, treat her right, and make her happy. Whatever you did to hurt her, fix it. I know my girl knew you before yesterday. I saw it in her eyes when the chapel doors opened. I’m not going to ask how. I’m not going to ask when it started. All I am saying is bring her back to the Isa I knew.

  Isa was his heart. It wouldn’t matter to him that she still hadn’t forgiven him or his wife for forcing the marriage. She was his baby, his only child.

  I had a new respect for him. He didn’t view having a daughter as a liability. As far as anyone knew, Russo never kept a mistress to have other children with. This was a standard practice among organized families. For a mobster, he’d taken his marriage vows as a sacred bond. Something I had no problems doing as well.

  “Isa?” I called again, right before the sound of rushing water hit my ears.

  Moving to the bathroom, I pushed open the door and was hit by a billow of steam. The silhouette of Isa’s curvy body through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure was like a peepshow. One only I’d ever enjoy.

  There was a possessiveness when I saw her. I’d felt it that first night in the club. I’d felt it more and more as we’d met for our coffee dates. And now that we were married, I felt it to the depths of my dark soul.

  My cock hardened as I watched her pour liquid onto her sponge and lather her body. Her movements weren’t meant to be seductive, but my body didn’t care. I shouldn’t want someone like this. I’d fucked her all night.

  No, she’d fucked me all night. I’d let her hold the reins—well, for the most part—so she could purge her rage at me. Now we were in new territory, one we’d both have to learn to navigate.

  She did things the way she wanted. I knew she wasn’t stupid—as Benz’s beloved daughter she couldn’t be. But as my wife, it was a whole new level. This would have to change. She wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without proper protection. She had her own protection, but I trusted her life to no one but my own men.

  Once I was naked, I stroked my cock and moved to the shower. She still had no idea I was in the bathroom, watching her.

  She jumped as I opened the door, dropping her sponge and turning to face me, her back against the shower wall.

  The multiple showerheads beating against her skin made her look like a literal wet dream. She was perfect, the right curves in the right places, a mouth meant for wrapping around my cock, and eyes so blue, it felt like she could see into the depths of my soul.

  She studied me, her gaze lingering on my cock, watching me pump the hard length from root to tip. She licked her lips, and I almost groaned. He nipples grew hard and her skin flushed, not from the heat of the water but her growing arousal.

  I released my grip, letting my dick smack against my stomach, and closed the stall door without taking my focus away from her.

  She lifted a hand to keep me back. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

  “Does it have to do with the bags at the front door?” I moved closer until her palm pressed to my chest.

  “Yes. We have to get out of town. Bri said you’re in danger.”

  What the hell had Bri told her after I’d left them alone?

  Bri was always hearing one thing or another planned against the Weber heir. She should know as well as I did that my commanders in Interpol would have warned me.

  I was going to have to warn Bri against panicking my wife. Though it seemed pushing Isa’s need to protect me had worked in my favor. I wouldn’t have to convince her to leave, and I wouldn’t have to tell her why I wanted to take her away.

  Idiot. A lie of omission is still a lie. Didn’t you learn the first time?

  “It’s part of being a Weber, Isa. You should know that same thing goes for your father.”

  “Bri said the threat is credible. It came from underground chatter.”

  I redirected her hand u
ntil it gripped my cock, pumping up and down.

  “You’re not listening.”

  She released me, ready to shift around me, but I caught her at the waist and pressed my aroused body to the front of her water-soaked one.

  “My life is all about threats. You’re the one who I need to worry about. Now if someone threatened you, then I’d take drastic precautions.” I slid my engorged cock between her legs and her swollen pussy lips, making sure to nudge her pussy.

  “I won’t let you seduce me into forgetting about my concerns.” Her voice was raspy now, her desire winning out.

  “What do you suggest I do?”

  “I want to leave town.” Her pussy grew slicker as I teased her with my cock. “Bri…Bri said she’ll contact you with details.”

  Oh, I was going to contact Bri, all right, but right now I was going to fuck my wife.

  “If I agree to go out of town will you calm down?”

  “Not just out of town. We have to get out of Europe altogether.”

  I should feel bad that she was saying the exact thing I’d been going to tell her. But I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

  “Fine. Though I have one question for you.”

  I skimmed my hand up the side of her body.

  “What?”

  I cupped her throat and felt her pulse jump as her cobalt eyes dilated. “Does your worry about me mean you care?”

  She narrowed her gaze. “You know I do.”

  “Do I? If I recall, last night you told me you hated me.” I leaned in, rubbing my stubble against her jaw.

  A moan escaped her lips, and she tilted her neck to give me better access as her palms worked their way up my chest and around my neck. I licked the beads of water spraying on her skin. Her nipples pebbled harder.

  “I don’t hate you. I should, but I don’t.”

  I pulled her face to look at me. “Then what do you feel?”

  “What do you feel for me?” she countered.

  I knew she felt exactly what I felt, something neither of us wanted to give words to. Something that would make her my greatest weakness.

  Who the fuck was I kidding? She was my greatest weakness and the reason Jonas had used her as leverage against me.

  Instead of answering, I lifted her up by the thighs, spread her legs, positioned my cock, and thrust home.

  “Baz.” She threw her head back and clutched my hair and my shoulder.

  I pumped in and out of her in a hard, ruthless tempo, feeling the anger of what I’d discovered returning.

  “Tell me, Isa.”

  “No.”

  I pushed in all the way and rolled my hips, pressing the base of my cock along her sensitive clit. Just as I felt her pussy walls quiver and clench, I pulled out and stilled again, with the head poised just in her entrance.

  “Don’t stop. Dammit. I’m almost there.” She smacked at my back and tried to use her legs to force me forward.

  “Not until you give me the words.”

  “You’re not being fair.” She shook her head. “Why do you want so much from me when you don’t give me anything?”

  Even through the spray of the shower, I could see her tears.

  Threading my fingers into her hair, I stared into her eyes.

  “You’re mine, Isa.”

  “What does that mean?”

  I shook the water dripping onto my face and dropped my forehead to hers, still holding her gaze.

  The feelings I had for her were too intense to put into words, but I knew I had to try. The last few months had meant more to me than any other time in my life.

  “It means I’m never letting you go.”

  Thrust.

  “It means I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”

  Thrust.

  “It means you’re my weakness. A man like me can’t afford to have weaknesses.”

  Thrust.

  “I’ll destroy the world to protect you.”

  Her breath was ragged as I worked her cunt and she took in my words.

  “I don’t want you to destroy the world. I just need you.”

  I stopped moving again.

  “What does that mean, Isa?”

  I saw the hesitation before she said, “It means…I love you, Baz. I should hate you for lying to me, for everything that was forced on me, but I don’t. I fell in love with you. Why did you make me love you?”

  My heart nearly exploded hearing her words. She loved me. I finally had someone who was mine. Truly mine.

  “Because you were born to be mine.” My voice was gruff but I didn’t care.

  I covered my lips over hers and picked up the pace of my pistoning cock.

  We spoke no more words as the need to come overtook us. Kissing, tasting, fucking.

  Her nails scored my skin and she met each of my thrusts with the demands of her body.

  “Oh God, oh God. Baz. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

  “Come, baby, come,” I growled through clenched teeth.

  She spasmed and then clamped down around my cock so hard, I saw stars.

  My body erupted along with her, shooting deep inside her.

  I knew we should be using protection. We weren’t ready for the next steps of life. But the thought of her round with my child brought out a primitive need to permanently tie her to me.

  “Christ. You fucking feel incredible.” My brain completely stopped except for the need to work out every drop of the cum in my body.

  When I could move again, I realized I hadn’t given her the words she’d given me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to. I’d just have to show her by keeping her safe. I would die to keep her safe. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

  Isa

  “Where are we going?” I asked Sebastian for the tenth time since we left on one of his private jets a little over an hour ago.

  “Somewhere unexpected.”

  I pursed my lips and glared at him as he scanned papers at the desk across from where I sat.

  “That doesn’t tell me anything.”

  A slight curve to his mouth told me he was being vague on purpose.

  I growled and pulled out the book Lilly had tucked into my bag when I’d stopped by our office to tell her we were going out of town for a few days.

  Instead of grumbling about the appraisal of Bri’s art collection that Lilly would have to do on her own, she’d all but jumped for joy. She assumed we were jetting off to a honeymoon destination and I hadn’t corrected her notion.

  Lilly was a hopeless romantic and needed someone who understood her big heart. Hopefully Kane saw this and gave her what she needed instead of blowing hot and cold with her. I didn’t know much about Kane outside of the fact he ran Sebastian’s club. I’d have to ask Sebastian about him.

  Later. Once I knew where we were going. Once my annoying husband threw me a bone.

  “Stop glaring at me. It’s okay not to have control sometimes. I’m not going to take you anywhere you won’t enjoy.”

  “Says the man with all the control. I’m surprised you let me fuck your brains out on our wedding night.”

  He lifted his dark gaze. “What makes you think I had no control in that situation? The one thing you aren’t is a top, even if you are in fact on top.”

  My mind went to the way he’d held me as I rode him, the way he’d guided my movements, the way he’d made me come.

  Fuck. He was right.

  My cheeks heated.

  “I don’t like you having all the power in our relationship. It feels unbalanced.”

  Sebastian pushed back from his seat, not saying a word, and came toward me. When he was upon me, he crouched down, setting a hand on my thigh. His hold was possessive.

  “Power and control are two different things.” His fingers glided along my skin, brushing the hem of my dress. “Control is having the ability to focus on the needs and wants of your woman and giving it to her before taking your own pleasure.”

  Every nerve in my body fired
to life as his touch moved higher.

  “Power is the ability to drive a man to put aside everything he’s ever focused on for his wife.” His thumb skimmed the damp gusset of my underwear. “From the beginning, you’ve had all the power. I was at your mercy. I was ready to beg for just a sliver of your time, for the slightest taste of you. I spent months meeting you for coffee, knowing I’d rather have been buried deep in your cunt. You made me want things I didn’t even know I wanted. If that isn’t power, I don’t know what is.”

  His fingers slid past my thong and plunged deep into my pussy, scissoring out. My body arched toward him as my head fell back against the cushions of the seat. The book in my lap fell to the floor with a thud.

  “Baz.” I closed my eyes, lost in the pleasure of his wicked hand.

  “You’re the only person who could get me on a plane in the middle of a takeover, during a time I had to assert my authority in my territory.”

  He thrust in and out, my arousal flooding his hand. “You hold all the power, Isa.”

  My vaginal muscles quickened and then clenched, my orgasm right upon me.

  “But I control your pleasure and you don’t come unless I let you.” He abruptly withdrew, leaving me hanging.

  “No. Baz. What are you doing?”

  He grinned, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking my essence clean.

  “You can’t be serious. You’re going to leave me hanging?”

  “If we were in our cabin, then I might consider it, but we’re here where anyone can see you.” He leaned forward, taking my lips in a deep kiss.

  I could taste myself, and it heightened the uncomfortable need deep inside me.

  He straightened the skirt of my dress and picked up my book from the floor. Sebastian read the title, smirked, and then set it on my lap.

  “I think this is great reading. Tell Lilly I said thank you.” He rose and returned to his desk. Less than a second later, Denise, the flight attendant, entered the lounge with a tray of drinks and food.

  “Be prepared,” I muttered so only Sebastian could hear. “I’ll get my revenge.”