Chapter 14 #2
Everything about the man drove me crazy and made me angry, but when he fucked me, there was such an intensity that I was lost in the moment. This was nothing but a game, a sick and dangerous one that could get us both hurt. But that didn’t seem to matter to him.
The powerful Spaniard acted as if he was incapable of being killed. That should infuriate me, but it was just another intense and electrifying draw to him.
He drove his cock inside, holding us both still as he nuzzled against my ear. I tilted my head, closing my eyes as the water splashed over us. The sensations were incredible. As he pulled out, driving into me again, I shuddered in his hold.
I had no way of knowing how long we were coupled together, but he was insatiable, refusing to let me go.
He brushed his hand around my leg, fingering my clit as he fucked me.
Within seconds, I was rocking into his hand, bucking to the point the water splashed everywhere.
Tiny moans couldn’t be denied and I didn’t care that he knew how much I was enjoying this.
All I cared about was being allowed an incredible release. He pinched my clit and I was so over-sensitized that almost immediately I erupted, the climax curling my toes.
“Jesus,” I breathed, hanging my head as the wave kept my pussy throbbing, clenching around his shaft. Coming down wasn’t easy nor was it quick, but as soon as I did, he pulled out and I looked over my shoulder.
He grinned in a way that lit up his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m not done.” The moment he pushed the tip of his cock against my asshole, I realized I’d arched my back even more. There was no tension in the anticipation of what he was about to do, no disgust either.
I wanted him to take me in every way. The admittance was something I’d never allow to happen again, but I would enjoy this moment.
As soon as he pushed the tip inside, he returned his grip to my hip. I slammed my hands on the shower wall, pushing back until I forced the tip in even more.
“Greedy. Aren’t you?” he asked and continued pushing it inside.
“Yes. Remember that.”
“Oh, I doubt I’ll ever forget it.”
When he was fully seated inside, I sucked in my breath. There was mild discomfort, but as with the spanking from the night before, that quickly gave way to something else. Words couldn’t adequately describe the way I was feeling. I was simply in a sweet place of bliss.
He fucked me long and slow. Even the way he dug his fingertips into my skin with enough force to create bruises added to the pleasure.
Every part of my body continued to throb and there was such a freeing feeling about being here with him. It couldn’t and wouldn’t be repeated, but it gave me a sense of being. Maybe I was finally ready to come into my own as a leader.
And as a woman.
His breathing became labored and I sensed he was ready to come. I bucked against him, meeting every hard thrust and he cracked his hand against my aching bottom twice before finally letting go.
Every sound he made echoed in the space and the feel of his hard body as he collapsed against mine was truly a reminder I was all woman and had craved something exactly like this.
Only not from him.
When he finally relaxed and pulled away, the tension we’d shared before returned. This wasn’t some love affair so I couldn’t allow my guard to fall. I doubted he would either.
“When you’re finished, we need to talk. I’ll leave you a robe. Come downstairs.” With that, he left me alone in the shower.
It felt odd and not just from the cool air from the rest of the bathroom wafting in, but because he’d left so abruptly. Not that I’d expected pillow talk or some soft romantic words, but Jesus. It was just another volley or the move of a chess piece.
He wanted me disarmed for the rest of our conversation.
That wasn’t going to happen.
I made him wait.
Maybe a little too long, but what the hell? I took a luxurious shower, found some hair gel, and took my time relaxing.
When I did finally make it downstairs, he was standing fully dressed with a mug of coffee in his hand. He slowly lifted his head, the smirk from the night before returning.
I still had on a robe, my dress left in a ball on the floor of his office. He thought it was another moment of control for him. He should think again. I’d done some of my best casework as an intern in a robe much like this one.
“Would you like some coffee?” he asked.
“Yes. Black. Very black.”
He lifted a single eyebrow and poured a second mug, being careful not to touch me again by placing the cup on the counter for me to grab.
I did, immediately turning away from him and heading to the window. “You have a lovely view.” He really did.
“It’s decent.”
“You don’t really care. Do you? As long as it’s the biggest and most expensive then you’re fine. Right?”
“Something like that.”
“There’s more to life than wealth and power.”
I didn’t know why I was bothering.
“Tell me about the deal so I can have my attorney look it over. I will expect it in writing, by the way. If we decide to enter into an agreement, every aspect will be denoted and agreed to.” When he didn’t say anything, I turned around and gave him the same smirk as he’d given me. “Understood?”
“Understood.”
“Good. Then let’s hear what you have in mind.” I took a sip of coffee, trying to act nonchalant.
“While you might not like hearing this, having a woman in a leadership in this type of position is basically unheard of. Also, very dangerous.”
“Dangerous. Interesting. And sexist.”
He laughed. “Not necessarily. I don’t need to tell you how treacherous it could be. Plus, you know from your father and the fact you’ve spent your entire life in his protection that much of the work we do and the unwritten rules set in place occurred hundreds of years ago.”
“You’re trying to remind me that the mafia gurus are old and set in their ways?”
“Something like that.”
I sensed his irritation. While I loathed admitting anything coming from his mouth made sense, I couldn’t deny the ugliness. “Agreed. I don’t like it and that needs to change, but I do understand. What is your point? That my men will turn on me or that I won’t be taken seriously?”
“That’s exactly my point, Genevieve. Also, that you and everything you own can be taken easily.”
“As in I’m weak,” I scoffed.
“Yes.”
“If you’re suggesting that you become some front man for whatever combined business we put together, think again.”
“That’s not what I’m suggesting at all, although that would make things easier if you agreed.”
“I won’t.”
“As expected,” Jago said and walked closer. Why did I have a feeling I wasn’t going to like what he had to say? “Then it’s simple.”
“How so?”
“You will marry me and I’m afraid I can’t take no for an answer.”