by K. Webster
“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 he
r 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.”
IT ISN’T UNTIL I’m back in my room that my mind begins to clear. What have I just done? I sold my soul to the devil, that’s what. But what choice do I have? If I leave Diego, even if he does manage to rid this world of Esteban and Oscar, I can’t possibly keep up my father’s business without him. My only option would be to seek out other cartels. And I’d much rather deal with the evils I know, thank you very much.
I pace around the room as my blood pressure rises. What if this is an awful mistake? The man is smooth. What if he’s simply biding his time until he gets what he wants? Will he kill me at that point? I’d gotten lost in his promises and expert touches. Let him seduce me so easily. You’ll be mine soon. So possessive. His true feelings are every bit the same as Esteban’s. I’m a thing to him—a power play. There never will be a legitimate partnership. As I left his office without my panties and my dignity dripping from me quicker than my arousal, I was reminded that it will always be me against them. I refuse to be owned by anyone ever again.
With a roar of frustration, I yank off the dress and toss it to the floor. I’m about to storm into the bathroom to take a cold shower when the door flings open. I sense his presence before I even see him. And I hate that a little piece of my heart patters that he came after me.
Sick girl.
Sick, sick girl.
Villain bait is what I am.
“Leave!” I snap and turn to point a finger at him.
His black hair is messy and it gives him a boyish quality. But the way he prowls toward me is far from boyish. I yelp when he grabs my hips and walks me back toward the bed. My fists beat on his solid chest through his vest.
“We’re not done talking,” he growls as he shoves me to the bed. “You were making deals one minute while letting me eat that perfect pussy. The next minute you’re stalking off and slamming doors.”
Before I can roll away from him, he smashes me with his muscular body. He snatches my wrists and holds them above my head with one hand. His mouth presses sweet kisses on my face, which only pisses me off. The motherfucker knows how to seduce me. Well, unlucky for him, my brain has overruled my pussy and—oh God!
He’s managed to wiggle his way between my thighs and grinds his erection against me. His clothes are a thin barrier between us, so I feel every ridge of his cock against my body.
“You’re mine,” he starts again, his mouth stealing another kiss.
I turn my head to the side and scream. “I am nobody’s!”
My rage rushes from me the moment he tickles me. I’m pinned beneath him and have nowhere to go this time. Loud bellowing laughter escapes me as tears stream down my face. His fingers stop tickling me and he cups my bare tit. So many emotions are flooding through me that I’m getting dazed.
“Fine,” he teases against my neck, the hot breath tickling me. “I’m yours then, fiancée.”
He’s clearly amused by my outburst because he chuckles. My hands are released as he starts kissing his way down between my breasts toward my stomach. I let out a gasp when he bites me near my belly button.
“I’m going to marry you in a few hours and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk normally for days. Tell me no, mi diablita.” His light brown eyes glimmer with feral hunger. I don’t tell him no because villains are my kryptonite.
After having sex all the time with Esteban, my body seems to be going through withdrawals. All I can think about is how much I want this man’s cock inside of me.
“Tell me you want to play big games with a big boy,” he breathes as he trails kisses back up to my bare breast, making my nipple harden. His hand cups me between my thighs as he sucks on my nipple. And just like earlier, my body is eager for his touch. He massages me in that expert way that leaves me writhing in need for him. Diego turns my world upside down.
Another all-consuming orgasm is on the horizon. I need it because I want to feel alive and free again. To get lost in pure bliss even if only for a moment or two. The orgasm he gave me earlier was intense. With my mind crystal clear, as opposed to the months with Esteban that seem like a confusing fog, I’m able to feel every nerve ending as they all explode to life and sing at once.
“Say it, mi diablita,” he growls, his fingers moving faster. “I’ll do this all night until you say yes if I have to.”
His words tip me over the edge and my orgasm tears through me with the force of a vicious tornado. I shudder from the sheer strength of it. Are all orgasms with him this intense?
He pinches my clit and I yelp. “Say it.”
“I don’t play games unless I know I can win.”
His black eyebrow quirks up in amusement. “It’s a good thing we’re about to be on the same team then, huh? Because I always win.”
I should feel threatened by this man but I’m not. Instead, I’m calculating a future. A future where I continue on with my father’s legacy and nobody fucks with me ever again. With Diego, I can make this happen. He’s a necessary move on the game board.
And if he tries to fuck with me?
I’ll end him.
I don’t know how, but I will end him.
“Say yes,” he implores. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me, like a lover would. When he’s touching and kissing me, it’s easy to forget who we are and simply give in to the sensations. I could almost close my eyes and pretend we’re something we aren’t. That this is more than a business transaction. “Say it.” He sucks on my bottom lip before popping off and staring at me with those beautiful pale brown eyes of his.
“Yes.” I grit out the word and attempt to glare at him. My anger melts away when his mouth presses back against mine. The woman inside of me who is desperate for love and touch and intimacy falls victim to this expert-level game he’s playing. She’s down to spread her legs and hopes for the best.
The wounded soul within, though, is weary and suspicious.
“Vienna,” he utters and gives me a serious stare. “I can kill a man without breaking a sweat. But women…”
I bite on my lip waiting for him to continue. His gaze falls to my mouth and he gives a slight shake to his head.
“That,” he says as he runs his thumb along my lip and tugs it loose. “That is what has me making stupid decisions. You make me weak. You think I’m going to pull some bullshit to trick you, but you have no idea how vulnerable you make me.”
My suspicion fades some and I give him a genuine smile. “I guess we’re even then. Villains are my weakness.”
Marriage.
A business arrangement.
A new last name and the key to a fortune.
My future.
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“Dinner is ready. Diego is waiting,” Tatiana says from my doorway.
“I’ll be right down,” I assure her with a smile. She gives me a lingering, sad look before leaving.
I smooth out my long red locks with a shaky hand. Ever since he left me needy and wanting earlier today, I’ve had a hard time getting a handle on my emotions. At some points, I feel confident in my choice to marry a cartel king. It was always my plan for as long as I can remember. Just with a different cartel king.
Thoughts of Oscar fill my head. My heart still aches. Over and over throughout my life, he broke my heart. But most times, it was unintentional. Other times…. This last time, he did it on purpose.
I want to cry. My heart is tight in my chest, and I have to swallow down my emotion. But I don’t cry. I’ve cried more times than I can count over Oscar since I was five. That day when I met him, he told me to chase him. I’ve been chasing him ever since.
This is the last chase.
The one where I make him pay for what he did to me. He’s a monster—not the man I always thought he was.
And Esteban?
My core clenches but it’s purely a physical response. For so many months, he made me rely on him for everything. He conditioned me to grow addicted to him. But now that I’ve been weaned off, I know he’s a monster too.
This marriage will help me eradicate those monsters. I’m not the adoring and loving little girl who follows around assholes like a lost little puppy anymore. I am worthy and capable. I am powerful. I am Vienna soon-to-be Gomez. Queen of the Cartel.
“That’s an evil-villain smile if I ever saw one. Sure you aren’t a villain yourself, mi diablita?” The deep voice from the doorway steals my attention.
“I’m certainly no angel,” I bite back.
He smirks and holds a hand out to me. “Come. We have important things to take care of.”
I swallow and make my way over to him on shaky legs. My nerves are going crazy. When I’m near, he takes my hand and tugs me close. He’s recently showered, and I inhale his masculine scent.
“You shaved,” I observe, ignoring the way my heart beats wildly whenever he touches me. His goatee has been trimmed neatly. With his black hair styled messily and him looking dapper as hell in his three-piece black suit, I can’t help but have a swell of pride. I know it’s silly and girly and completely misplaced. But I allow the sensation to flood through me.