by Piper Stone
Fuck, the things I could do to her.
I wanted to drink in every drop of her sweet essence, feast on her pretty pink pussy before thrusting my cock deep inside. Tonight, I would take her in every hole, eventually filling her with my seed.
When I broke the kiss, my breathing ragged, I remained captivated by her beauty; rain-soaked hair and glowing porcelain skin, the softness of her touch after her volley of anger. The dress was perfect in every way, highlighting an hourglass figure and long legs that could stop any man in his tracks. I gazed down her face, able to see her hardened nipples pushing through the thin material, envisioning having first one rosy bud then the other in my mouth. I shifted one hand down her side, gripping her hip.
Her desire made her even more radiant. Against every aspect of my better judgment, I made an out of character decision, one I hoped I wouldn’t regret.
“You’re coming with me,” I stated as I breathed a swath of hot air across her face.
“What?” Her whisper was hoarse, barely audible.
“You heard me. Tonight, you belong to me.”
“I... can’t,” she answered, biting her lower lip, although her tone was tentative. “I don’t know you. You’re just some mysterious stranger.”
“I’m a dangerous stranger but you’re entirely safe with me.”
A moment of lust flashed through her eyes even as she struggled to get out of my hold. “That isn’t going to happen.”
“I said... You’re coming with me,” I commanded as I released my hold, taking two steps back and holding out my arm. “Take my hand.” I might be a bastard on every level but on this night, I’d allow her to make a simple choice, a gamble worth the risk. I felt I owed her that if nothing else.
She stood shivering in the wetness for a few seconds, debating whether or not to trust me.
“If I have to tell you again, your punishment will be much worse,” I growled.
“Punishment?” For the first time, there was a glimmer of fear in her eyes.
“Make no mistake. I will punish you for any and every infraction. You will follow my rules, no matter what I ask.” I was surprised at the husky words I’d allowed to slip from my mouth, the level of authority in the manner I said them.
“That makes you an asshole,” she half whispered, wiping water from her face, her lower lip quivering even as the spark continued to build in her eyes.
“Trust me, I’m much more dangerous than you understand, but on this night, I will rekindle the fire you’ve long desired. I will give you a true taste of ecstasy.”
The feisty American went through a series of emotions, all playing out on her exquisite face. “Why? I’m nothing to you and I refuse to be a conquest.”
I laughed, her frankness and honesty more refreshing than I could understand. “A woman like you is far more than a man’s conquest. You should be his queen. The reasons are simple, at least in my mind. Because we were meant to be together. Because I crave every inch of you. And because you want exactly what I do.”
A full minute ticked by as the rain continued to fall, our clothes and skin now soaked by the steady stream of water. There was no cooling off my hunger, no controlling my monster.
She gave me a smug look before nodding, placing her hand into mine, every part of her body still trembling.
This time from excitement.
I took deliberate steps, moving past the scores of open bars and restaurants, all the while scanning the street for Los Charlines soldiers. While I’d altered my looks in an effort to hunt Alviro, there was always a chance I’d be recognized, even in the darkness. That simply couldn’t happen. A street war I didn’t need.
She remained quiet as I rounded the corner, her long legs able to keep up with mine. Only when I pulled out my key fob did she hesitate again, her gait slowing.
“You’re carrying a gun,” she hissed, struggling to pull away. “Who are you, Rafael, or is that even your real name?”
I merely gave her a stern glance, tightening my grip, I could hear her ragged breathing, could almost feel the wheels of her mind churning as she prepared herself to leave with a stranger. I closed the distance, keeping my voice little more than a whisper.
“I already told you I’m a treacherous man, but I also happen to be the same man who saved your life in the middle of a crime-ridden area in a country where you do not belong. I assure you that if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have bothered intervening.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them, telling her both the possibility of risk and reward.
Swallowing, she inched closer, staring me directly in the eyes. “Oh, my God. It was you. You killed him.”
“Yes, I did. You were right to try and get away from him. Not only was he a heartless pig, but his plans for you would have altered your life forever. And I assure you, you do not want to know the details.” There was no need to terrify her, no desire to drag her any further into the depths of the unknown.
“You sound as if you know the man.”
I snickered, shaking my head. “The bastard was widely known. I make it my business to know every asshole around me. He deserved what happened to him.”
“Interesting. You must live in a brutal world.”
“You have no idea, sweet American. But that world is far removed from what you and I are going to share.”
To my surprise, she tilted her head, giving me a nod of respect. “Thank you for saving my life. I... I appreciate what you did.”
I brushed the backs of my fingers across her cheek, a single growl escaping my mouth. “I refuse to allow something of such great beauty to be tarnished.”
She dragged her tongue across her lips, one hand gripping my arm. “I wonder who you really are, Rafael.” Her words weren’t a question, merely a moment of curiosity.
“For tonight, a man who owns you, a woman of great mystery herself.”
In truth, I hope she never found out.
As I walked into the secure garage, I reached for the key fob, waiting until we were closer to the car before I pressed the button, the chirping sound drawing her attention. As we approached the Maserati, she exhaled.
“You really want me to believe that you’re just a successful musician?” She was shivering from being soaked, her hair hanging in her face. Even her makeup was smudged, but at that moment, she was absolutely stunning, completely unlike the various women who’d escorted me to functions. While there was a hardness about her, my instinct telling me she could very easily take care of herself, there was also an air of vulnerability as well as distrust.
Some asshole had done a number on her. The bastard deserved to be crushed like a bug if he hurt her. I snickered after issuing the jerk’s death in my mind.
Why the fuck did the thought bother me in any way? She wasn’t some puppy I was taking home, nor would she be anything more than a wonderful break in my monotonous life.
A moment of disgust rolled into me. The lovely young woman did indeed deserve better, but I wasn’t going to be that man.
“Among many things, my sweet. I assure you that you don’t want to learn about the majority of them.”
“And what if I do?”
“Be careful what you ask for. The world isn’t a safe place.”
“Oddly enough,” she half whispered, “that almost sounds like a threat.”
It was as if the girl could see right through me.
“I will never threaten you,” I said authoritatively. “I will never harm you.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she whispered.
After easing her into the car, I carefully walked around the vehicle, darting my eyes back and forth into the darkness. Trust was difficult, betrayal a possibility. I’d purposely decided to come to A Coruna initially alone, the house owned by our family but in another name. There were no connections to the Santiago organization, no parade of enforcers for protection possibly drawing unneeded attention. There were simply two of my men that I trusted implicitly. They would stay in the
I’d turned myself into the very musician Savannah believed me to be, even cutting off a significant portion of my hair.
What the hell, it had been time for a change anyway. I simply appeared as a starving artist instead of a kingpin’s son. There was even a part of me that wouldn’t mind remaining carefree, living a simple life. I laughed to myself. Danger was what I lived for. Living a simplistic life had never been in the cards. Satisfied there were no soldiers lurking in the shadows, I opened the driver’s door.
If the Don and his sources were correct, Alviro would arrive within a day or two, the planned business meeting leaked to a well-known informant we’d used often. At this point, I was simply lying low, waiting for Calleja’s arrival. Alviro was a creature of habit, his enjoyment of music almost always bringing him to the café. If so, he would have a significant surprise awaiting his arrival.
I settled into the driver’s seat, starting and revving the engine. She remained tense, staring out the windshield as I pulled the car onto the street. While there was no reason for me to know anything about her, I was intrigued why she was in Spain.
However, tonight wouldn’t include talking and definitely wasn’t about romance. We both knew it. This was about something more carnal in nature. I headed toward the house, constantly checking the rearview mirror until we were out of the city limits. The soldiers were a solid half mile behind and would take care of any asshole who attempted to track me down if necessary.
I felt her heated gaze more than once, could tell she was doing her best to determine what kind of monster she’d agreed to spend time with.
“Savannah,” she said quietly in such a confined way I was initially uncertain of what she was saying.
“Your name?”
“Yes. Savannah.” She shivered again, holding her arms.
My cock twitched from the sound of her voice alone. I was thrown by the intensity of my hunger, the need to consume her captivating. I turned on the heat, daring to study her profile. “Beautiful.”
“Is your name really Rafael or are you merely playing a game?”
I smiled, hearing the tenacity in her voice. I very much appreciated a strong woman, even though every ounce of my being wanted to break her. “I never play games, Savannah. I have no time for them. My name is Rafael Santiago, son of a brutal man and an adoring mother.”
“A brutal man. You say that like it’s a thing of honor for you.”
“I assure you that it is. This is Spain, a country of great heritage, our families the most important thing in our lives. We value loyalty and honor above all.”
“Loyalty. Honor,” she repeated wistfully.
I could still feel her eyes on me, her curiosity only building. I shifted the gear into fifth, pressing down on the accelerator. As I weaved around several cars, twisting my hands over the steering wheel, she leaned forward, attempting to read the road signs as they flashed by.
“You are a great mystery. Tell me, do you do this often, Rafael?” she finally asked.
“Do what exactly?”
“Commandeer women to indulge in your dark fantasies?”
“Make no mistake about me, Savannah. I’m the kind of man who takes what he wants when he wants no matter the obstacles. Tonight, I gave you the choice. Coming with me was entirely your decision.”
I wasn’t certain what to make of her silence, but the time for conversation was finished. I was far too hungry to wait for much longer.
As soon as the engine was stopped, I exited the vehicle, expecting a hesitation on her part. When she climbed out of her own accord, passing by me without muttering a word, I was forced to adjust my pinched cock.
As I entered the house, turning off the security system, I grabbed her hand, yanking her into a tight embrace. A moan slipped from her lips from the force I used, her palms immediately pressing against my chest.
Fisting her hair, I yanked back her head as I brushed the fingers of my other hand down her face and neck. “You have no idea what you do to me, the hunger I have to taste every inch of you.”
“Why don’t you show me?” she managed, her words breathless.
“Mmm... I intend to. You will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I squeezed her neck between two fingers, enjoying the feel of her pulse of life. I lowered my head, rubbing my lip back and forth across her earlobe, her audible shudder my reward. “You will obey me, and you will show respect. That’s all that I ask.” I nipped her ear before dragging my tongue roughly down the side of her neck.
“Yes, sir.” She slid her hand up and down my chest, her fingers crawling dangerously close to my cock. When she tugged on my belt I was surprised, only she had no idea what was in store for.
“Mmm... Perhaps you can be trained. Imagine what you and I could do together.” I took my time, savoring her sweet skin as I wound her hair around my fingers.
I was pleasantly surprised when she allowed her hand to fall, wrapping her fingers around my hardened shaft. The way she stroked up and down pulled the sadistic beast up from his confines.
I held her in place as I rolled my lips up to her jawbone before capturing her mouth. This time, I allowed her to experience a quieter moment, a softness that was unexpected. The simple joy of having her in my arms was electrifying in its own right, no matter the dark desires bubbling at the surface.
Savannah squeezed my cock, pumping up and down in a languishing manner, all the while sending a shower of vibrations skittering down the back of my legs.
Our tongues entwined, moving together in a perfect rhythm as she eased her other hand under my shirt. The second her heated fingers touched my skin, I was thrown into a wildfire of need, finished with the moments of tenderness.
She belonged to me in every way.
Her body.
Her willpower.
Her innocence.
All mine.
The moment I broke the kiss, she scuttled away, moving quickly toward the set of French doors.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, the woman beguiling in every manner. While the savage in me wanted nothing more than to take her immediately, I enjoyed watching the way she moved. She truly had no idea how beautiful she was, which only added to my attraction. She didn’t bother asking as she unlocked the doors, pulling both open to allow the breeze to flow into the room.
Savannah darted a single look over her shoulder before walking outside, immediately moving toward the railing and leaning over. She was surprisingly casual in her stance, unafraid of the monster who stood behind her. A moment later, she tugged at a strand of hair, placing it behind her ear. Where she’d been freezing before, she seemed comfortable in both her skin and with the weather.
I waited only a few seconds before joining her, studying her face as she drank in the atmosphere. I’d lived my entire life being able to go anywhere in the world I wanted without question, private planes something I knew well. I had the distinct feeling that her circumstances hadn’t been easy or luxurious.
For some strange reason, the need to know her resurfaced again. “Why are you in Spain?”
“Why?” she asked, laughing. “It’s certainly not for some glorious vacation, although I was hoping I’d get to see the beach at least once.”
“Business?”
“Of sorts.” She gave me a heated look, gazing down the length of me. “My aunt owns a little gallery. She asked if I would take care of it while she honeymooned in the Greek Isles or the Caicos or some fabulous place that I’ll never get to visit.”
This time, her laugh was bitter.
“How long are you here?” I’d been right in my assumptions. I also gathered the feeling she was hiding from something.
Or someone.
“Well, my aunt originally said a month, but with her, you never know.” She wistfully brushed her hand across her lips as she inhaled. “Why? Are you planning on seeing me again?”
I turned my attention to the ocean. “I also travel quite a bit, Savannah. As a matter of fact, I’m going away for at least two weeks, maybe longer, immediately after the show tomorrow night.” The last thing I wanted her to do was consider coming to the café for any reason. I hadn’t saved her life only to have her caught in any crossfire that might occur.
I would have one chance at taking Alviro. If the shit went down badly, there would be casualties.
“Oh, yes, of course. As a great musician.”
Somehow, I knew her words were meant to taunt me. She didn’t entirely buy the cover story. A red flag was raised. Was it possible she was playing some kind of game? Perhaps a plant of some sort? I was angry at my thought. Her near abduction hadn’t been staged. No one had known I was in town, at least none of my enemies.
“Well, I can see you don’t appreciate my music. That makes me sad,” I answered.
“I don’t see you as the kind of man who needs my approval.”
“You might be surprised, lovely Savannah, what kind of man I truly am.”
“Dangerous. Exciting. Relentless. Your scar gives you away.”
Damn, the woman was driving me insane. I was shocked by her boldness and for the first time in years, I was self-conscious about the old wound. “Perhaps you’re right.”
“How did it happen?”
I absently rubbed my thumb across the bottom edge, remembering the attack as if it had happened yesterday. “Let’s just say I have my share of enemies.”
“Hmmm... I guess something else I need to keep in mind.”
I inched closer, studying the way the wind flowed through her long strands, my mind shifting into desirable situations that could never happen in my life. “Who are you, Savannah? What are you hiding from?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
The desire roared to the surface once again, a longing I refused to avoid.
I took her hand into mine, pulling her fingers to my lips. “Simply your master for the night.”
She shuddered visibly, her lower lip quivering.
I pulled her behind me as I took long strides down the hallway. The only light in the house was over the stove, the bright white of the LED illuminating our passage. There was no fanfare, no additional softness as I pushed her into the room. “Undress,” I commanded as I reached for a single light on the dresser, the slight glow doing little more than allowing my vision to focus.
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