11. Grey #2
“Who are you running from, mamí ?” I asked in English this time.
“Where am I?” She squinted those gorgeous blue eyes at me like I wasn’t fit to lick her ass.
“Where do you think you are?” Alarm bells started ringing in my head. I didn’t have any theories on how this girl could have gotten into the compound, but something was off. If Andre, or hell, any of my brothers, brought her here, she wouldn’t be questioning her location.
She swallowed and looked toward the glass, tears filling her eyes. I recognized that expression. Those weren’t tears of sadness or longing but frustration. Her day was shit, apparently.
I wanted to know why.
Sighing, I motioned for her to get up. “Come on.”
Shaking her head, she scooted back toward the wall. Stupid girl. I could step in and get her just as easily as if she came to me. I quirked an eyebrow. Really? She wanted to play this game with me?
“You have until the count of three.” I ducked between the ropes to stand inside the ring. “One.” She shot to her feet but didn’t immediately come to me. “Two.” Her head whipped back and forth like she couldn’t decide which way was her best bet. “Three.” I dove toward her.
And then she looped her hands behind my head and crashed her knee against my chin, knocking my teeth together.
This fucking cunt.
I growled, cupped the backs of her thighs, picked her up, then slammed her to the mat. Her pained grunt met my ears as I hooked her knees in my elbows and caught her wrists before she could hit me.
She was folded up like a pretzel, her face turning an alarming shade of red as she pushed against me, panting. Hell, she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt. Her sweet pussy was spread wide open, just begging for attention.
Laughing, I settled over her chest and nuzzled the side of her neck. “I wouldn’t fight if I were you. I like it,” I whispered in her ear.
The shaky release of breath coasted over the crook of my neck. She was scared but not paralyzed. Where had she come from, and who brought her here?
Her natural scent caused my already hard dick to twitch.
I banged her wrists against the damp mat. “Are you going to be good?”
Mamí screamed out her anger as she bucked against me. Then she stilled as I chuckled. She had planned to throw me off, not grind against my dick. I nudged my hips against hers, savoring her heat seeping through my shorts.
Still, this wasn’t why I was here, and she could very well be some kind of plant by Vicente. Or any number of enemies, if I were being honest with myself. She was stunning in her fury, but I didn’t fuck my kills. Even I wasn’t that demented.
Wedging my knees under her hips, I kept her thighs open with my elbows while still gripping her wrists.
I’d be irritated if she kicked me in the head because I was careless in restraining her.
She’d clearly had some training or raw motivation to get out from under me.
Both options were closer than most people realized.
Surprisingly, the bitch yanked my hand up to her mouth and bit me.
“Stop!” I barked. “You want to get fucked?”
That did the trick. She shut right up. Not that she had anything to fear from me, but she didn’t know that. Her gaze bounced between my eyes, probably trying to gauge my seriousness.
“If you hadn’t noticed, I like the pain. Turns me on. Keep it up, and you’ll be helping me take care of the problem.”
All I’d tried to do was be nice to her. Then she fought like a hellcat. I liked her already. It would suck if I had to kill her.
The silent treatment must be her new strategy. Either that or I’d scared her shitless. She needed to be afraid. Fear controlled, and as much fun as I was having with her, I needed to know what she was doing in the compound when no one was able to get in without one of us.
The soldiers guarded the wall like their lives depended on it. I laughed because, I mean, their lives did. But we were fair with them. Add in the constant surveillance, they all knew not to break the rules.
No problem, though. We’d know sooner or later who brought her in.
It was better I found her over my brothers. They said I was the wild card, but Parker had more of Vicente in him than he’d ever admit. Andre? If none of us brought her here, he’d be the first in line to bury her out back.
Then my sorry brother Lafe, well, he’d been burned already. He wouldn’t be in her corner.
If she had any chance of surviving, she was better off with me.
“Now that you’ve come to your senses,” she’d stopped fighting me at least, “I’m going to stand you up. You try to run…or fight, you’ll end up in the same position.” My grin scared her. She knew exactly what option I wanted her to pick.
Her gaze dropped to my erection straining against my gym shorts. When she looked back into my eyes as if she was asking for the truth, I nodded. I was beyond horny. Pain and sex went hand in hand for me. That was why fight nights were my favorite.
The corner of her mouth turned down in an exaggerated frown and her body relaxed. She knew she was in a spot with zero options, and it pissed her off.
Ah, yeah. I’d have fun with her.
And all I had wanted was to show a little kindness to her before she kneed me in the face.