15. Andre #2
She opened her mouth to repeat it. I yanked a hand through my hair. “No, I fucking heard you. Just can’t believe you want us to take over.”
Her face contorted into a grimace so painful, I wanted to turn away from her.
But I couldn’t. I needed to see with my own eyes that she wanted us to do this.
So long as she wanted it, Parker would be unstoppable in putting his plan into motion, and Grey would burn the world because she asked it.
Hell, Lafe might even give it a fucking go because it was her.
“Do I want you to? No. I want to go back home so bad, I—I dream about it. You four tell me how impossible that is. And after dealing with Vicente, I believe you. But I can’t live like this either,” she pleaded, tears brimming her eyes.
“If that means you have to take over to remove that bastard out of his position of power, then that’s what you have to do.
I’m learning that sometimes you don’t have any good choices and you have to make the ones you can live with.
I think for me, this is the best option.
I can live with you four running the organization if I don’t ever have to see you forced to your knees.
If Grace is off limits, even better.” The pain morphed into something more harsh and Grey curved his body over hers.
He tipped her face up and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.
“That’s not how it works,” I yelled, taking two steps toward her. “Parker. Lafe. Grey. Would any of you like to fill her in on how dangerous our lives would be at the head?”
None of those fuckers said a goddamned thing.
What Amorette didn’t get was that the top would be even more dangerous, seeing as players would be chomping at the bit to take us out and take over.
Vicente didn’t have as many issues since he’d held power for so long.
But we wouldn’t be in that boat, not for decades at least.
“As I said, this is the best option,” Parker reiterated and I ground my teeth.
“I’ll give you all some time to think it over and I’ll come back tomorrow for another discussion.
I know you, dear brother. You’ll need some convincing, and I’m prepared.
Don’t worry. I’m not even tempted to run off without you right now. ” He smirked and I balled up my fist.
It was a miracle that was all I did.
Parker slapped Lafe’s shoulder and nodded to Amorette, then he was gone.
“I have some things I need to do,” Lafe mumbled and followed behind him.
“Ready for bed?” Grey asked Amorette with a touch to her cheek. How fucking sweet. My psycho brother finally showing some normalcy to a woman who was trying to bring about our downfall.
Fucking great.
Hell, she wasn’t our downfall. I’d lay that blame at Parker’s feet first. But ultimately, it was Vicente. I wasn’t so fucked up I couldn’t recognize that.
“Not yet.” Her gaze slid to me. “I’ll be there in a bit.”
Grey nodded, the vein in his temple throbbing. Without even looking at me, he left us alone. I glanced at the door, tempted to shut it and lock us in. Lock her in.
I had too much energy I needed to work off and she’d placed herself right at my mercy. Stupid fucking girl. The way I was right now, I couldn’t be gentle, not like I was when I was plastered.
“Did you stay for another round? One where we’re both sober?” I asked with a sneer as I prowled toward her.
Amorette made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. “Don’t be crass, Andre. You’re worked up, more than the others. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” As she started to hop off the desk, I stopped her by gripping the tops of her thighs.
My hands looked massive against her legs. She was so tiny. Like a doll.
So breakable, yet she was as strong and abrasive as any woman I’d ever met. Maybe even more.
“You’re in the home of the Castillo Cartel’s four bastard sons. What makes you think we’re going to be anything other than crass?” I murmured, then pushed her thighs apart to move between them. Even sitting on my desk she was so small, I needed to curl over her just to kiss her.
Her breath caught and her pupils dilated as her eyes dropped to my lips.
“I didn’t stay for sex. I’m just worried about you.”
“You want to make me feel better?”
“Mm-hm,” she hummed.
Rather than going straight into all the ways she could please me, I decide to share a little bit about myself. “Did you know that every time you sit on my desk, you leave behind fingerprints?”
Her brows knitted, as she said, “No.”
“Did anyone ever tell you I fucking hate fingerprints on my desk?”
Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink hue. “No,” she whispered, then clarity came back to her eyes. “Wait, you put me up her—”
“Shh.” I pressed a finger to her mouth and used my other hand to tug into her into me. “It doesn’t matter what I did or didn’t do. They’re yours. Proof that you dirtied up my desk. So I can’t decide if I want to clean the evidence away or make you do it while I fuck you.”
“You should definitely fuck me while I do it,” she groaned as I raked my hand through her hair, fisting the ends and yanking her head back.
Shocked, I leaned away. “No fight? No struggle since you’re also fucking Grey?” I wasn’t complaining, but I expected guilt. Or at least a lot of tears from our little saint.
One side of her mouth tipped up. “Right now, I don’t give a fuck about that. Besides, I’ve been told this is okay. That you’re all…attached.”
Losing my last thread of control, I pulled her off the desk and spun, pushing her over it. Her hands landed on the shiny surface and I growled, both irritated and excited.
“Leave them there.” I yanked down her shorts with her panties, leaving her exposed and tangled up in her clothes. She wouldn’t be making a quick escape now. Not that she was even trying, and that heated my blood more than I could imagine.
Stepping into her, I slapped my hand over the side of her ass cheek, then grabbed the meaty part and shook. Just once. Enough to release some of the tension in my spine.
She whimpered and dropped her head to the table.
“Still interested in talking?”
“No,” she gasped when I landed another smack on her ass, this one close to her pussy. “I like your way much, much better.”
I chuckled. That was the right answer, but this wasn’t going to work. Not like this. Her legs were too short.
Fuck, there wasn’t anything in here… except…
I left her there and headed for the office door.
“Where the hell are you going?” she shrieked.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I found what I was looking for in one of the cleaning closets down the hall. A footstool. Blanca always used it for dusting when she wasn’t able to reach something. This would be perfect for what I wanted.
She’d have to keep her legs together, but…I groaned at the image. That would be a tighter fit. My cock painfully strained against the zipper of my slacks.
I’d left my office door open on purpose, so when I reappeared in the doorway, Amorette was red-faced and furious. I assumed at being exposed for anyone walking by to see.
Still, she hadn’t moved.
I grinned. “My, my. I knew you were a good girl. But, Amorette, I hadn’t expected you to actually listen.”
“Don’t you mean wifey?” she snarked.
Grunting, I bent down and touched her smooth thigh. She stepped back when I placed the footstool in front of her. Then she dutifully climbed up onto it. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but I’d work with it.
“What do you like better? Good girl, or wifey?” I murmured as I pushed her shirt up to her neck, then pressed between her shoulder blades so that her breasts touched the desk. My grin widened into a smile.
I absolutely hated any mess on my desk, but this mess was of our making and about to be my new favorite thing.
And the little vixen had taken off her bra at some point.
“I—” She stopped as my fingers grazed the outer edges of her lips.
“What was that?”
“I—” Again, she faltered when I used my thumb to gently swipe up her slit.
And what a beautiful little slit it was.
All pink and glistening. I spread her apart, just a bit, to see her better.
She’d shaved her pussy recently and her tiny little clit was barely peeking through.
Removing my hand from her back, I unbuckled my pants and pushed them down far enough that my cock sprang free.
I wasn’t ready to use it yet, but I had to alleviate some of the pressure.
“I forgot the question,” she whispered, turning her head to the side. Her long black hair covered most of her face, though from what I could see, she was euphoric.
And I wanted to give it to her.
But not before I got rid of the fear and anger that had been riding me for most of the night. She was a big part of it; she wanted to take us down a path that put us in more danger. So the least she could do was let me use her body to work off some steam.
“Good girl or wifey?”
“Wifey,” she panted as I zeroed in on that cute little button that gave her so much pleasure. “It’s more personal. Good girl can be for anyone. It’s generic.”
“And that matters to you? How do you know I haven’t called other women that?”
She tensed. “I don’t.”
I enjoyed the small bout of jealousy I’d stirred in her. It helped me justify my own reactions to her. She had driven me crazy ever since the cockpit when she’d rode my lap and got herself off. I was happy to return the favor.
“Don’t worry, I’ve never called anyone else that. You’re the only one who deserves the name. But you know what?”
“Hmm?” She twitched as I continued to rub light circles over her clit. It was swelling almost enough for me to notice.
“Taking Parker’s side…That makes me so fucking furious. You, my good little girl, sided with my brother over me. You don’t deserve an orgasm, do you?”
I withdrew my hand away and backed away. I expected a mewl of disappointment. She scoffed instead and tried to lift herself up. I lurched forward to slam her back down against the desk, covering her body with mine.
“Did I say you could get up?” I snapped.