Chasing Fire (The Fire Duet Book 1)

by Billie Lustig

  But that is not the situation now. He is not a normal one-night stand or a potential fuck buddy. He’s my captor. I’m his prisoner. And I have too much pride to become his sex slave.

  Even though I want nothing more right now.

  “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I’m pretty good at hiding my feelings with people I don’t give a shit about. So I guess you will never find out.” I yank my arm free and walk towards my bedroom door, doing my best to convince myself of this by thinking about Kane, the crime lord, not Kane the sex god. I purposely hold the towel to only cover my front, making sure he sees my ass as I walk away from him. I feel like a little vixen, proud to be messing with his head.

  “Oh, yes I will, baby,” he mumbles at my back before I flip him the bird and slam the door behind me.

  I lock the door, which is probably useless. I’m sure the fucker has a key to every single door on this boat.

  Holy fucking shit.

  My back falls against the door, and I take a deep breath. I can still feel his presence behind it, and my pussy wants to yank open this door and go back in. Those two devils on my shoulder are yelling all kinds of nasty shit at my head for denying my pussy what she really wants. He had his hands on me for not longer than twenty seconds, but holy crap on a cracker. It felt even better than the first time. I take a deep breath, trying not to freak out.

  Yeah. That’s not working. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, motherfucking fuck!

  How can I hate and want someone at the same time? Is this some weird twist of fate?

  A motherfucking fuck you from Mrs. Karma?

  I still remember the first story I heard about the Carrillo brothers.

  A cop tried to blackmail them, telling them he built a case against them. He wanted one million in cash in exchange for the file. They agreed, and a week later they gave him a stack of money. But not in the way he was expecting it. No, after he gave them the file, they burned him alive in a bonfire made out of one million singles.

  The sadistic fucks.

  So why am I not scared to death of the crime lord keeping me hostage? Am I really that stupid?

  I push myself off the door, needing to get away from the pull of energy on the other side. I walk to the closet, grateful my captor made sure I have enough clothes around for the next few weeks, and pull out some black jeans and a long sleeve, olive green t-shirt. Anything to make sure he doesn’t have access to a single piece of skin below my neck. When I walk back into the room, my mind is finally settling down, until I notice the silhouette of my mindfuck standing in the doorway. I freeze when another knife is thrown at my head, and my heart drops to the floor. The blade disappears into the doorjamb on my right, and I quickly glance at it while I inhale a loud and terrified breath. My eyes widen in terror, but my fear is replaced with rage when I turn my gaze to the owner of the sharp object.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout incredulously. I grab the handle and do my best to yank it out of the wood next to my head, having every intention of throwing it back at him, but it doesn’t move an inch. I pull and wedge while he saunters towards me, my attempts at getting the knife out becoming more desperate. When he places his hand over mine, I pull my hand away, not trusting myself with his touch.

  “Will you stop doing that, you freaking psychopath?” I look up at him with a frown. His face is washed with a sadistic kind of amusement while he takes a step closer to me, his hand still on the blade.

  Talk about déjà vu.

  “Don’t ever fucking walk away from me.” The rough, demanding tone in his voice doesn’t match his playful eyes, but it’s nerve racking, nonetheless. My heart is beating in my throat while I try to mirror his scowl. His energy is overwhelming, like he gets bigger by the second. I want to hold my ground, keep my back straight and meet his challenge, but I’m too tired to keep this endless fight going. I sigh loudly, starting to realize I can’t win with this guy. He doesn’t play fair. The motherfucker plays dirty, and the biggest problem is the fact that I like it.

  I duck under his arm to get out of his reach. Or getting him out of my reach. I place myself a few feet away from him and cross my arms in front of my body.

  “Don’t try to seduce me,” I counter. He turns his rock-hard body around after pulling out the knife, then he mimics my stance while he slowly drops his back against the jamb of the walk-in closet. The knife hangs loosely in his right hand.

  “But it’s so much fun.” He grins.

  Arrogant son of a bitch.

  “I knew you were an asshole from the second I saw you, but you’re a whole new breed, aren’t you?”

  “I guess you bring out the best in me.” He pushes off the wall and stops when his body is aligned with mine.

  “Also, I want my watch back.”

  “You mean this one?” I ask with a smug grin while I hold up the black and gold Tag Heuer Carrera watch dangling between my fingers.

  He smoothly grabs the watch out of my hand and lets out an annoying breath while I feel his fingers trace mine, unable to keep my eyes open as I feel the warmth of his breath against my neck.

  “I don’t have to be the enemy, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “I slept with you because I couldn’t resist, not because I had to.” He gently pressed a kiss against my neck, and I let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

  Fuck, those lips.

  The connection is broken long before I’m satisfied, and I resist the urge to touch the area he kissed with my fingertips. Instead, I turn around to watch him walk to the bedroom door.

  “Come on, little dragon.” He walks away, not looking back to see if I’m following. I look at his back with defiance, my hands fisted at my sides.

  “Where are we going?” I mutter against his back, reluctantly following him.

  “Get that sexy ass moving before I throw another knife at your head,” he replies with a bored tone without turning around.

  “Goddammit.”

  10

  Kane

  Four Days Ago

  I notice her chest expand to take a deep breath before she looks up at me with those beaming teal eyes. Earlier they seemed greener with a hint of blue, but right now they look like a clear Swiss lake. They had captivated me before, but they look even more stunning now that she is too intoxicated to let her pride hide her true desire. The lust is washed over her face, and it goes straight to my dick. When she bites her soft plump lip in a seductive way, I remember how soft they felt and can’t wait to press my mouth on hers. Instinctively, my hand moves to her face to push a string of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.

  “I told you, no one says no to me.”

  The corner of her mouth rises a slight notch, it’s barely noticeable, while her eyes slowly fill up with amusement and challenge. I keep my expression flat, but deep down I appreciate the fight she’s putting up.

  “I told you, I guess I’m your first.” She purposely pushes the glass with bourbon away and raises her hand to order a new drink.

  “A mojito, please,” she tells the bartender before she throws a twenty on the bar. The girl has the attitude of a lion. I wasn’t planning on pursuing her, the plan was just to check her out. Watch her behavior before we make our move a few days from now, but seeing her in real life made me deviate from that. There isn’t a woman I can’t have, and watching this little she-devil walk around like she is royalty, made me determined to have her. To see if she is as feisty in the sack as she is in real life. To get her on my list simply because I can.

  I study her features, keeping my gaze straight at her. She has a few soft brown freckles on her nose that are typical for a red-haired girl. In her ears she has flawless, small pink diamonds that perfectly suit her.

  Tiny and flawless.

  Her fair skin is impeccable and a little pink from the amount of alcohol running through her. I’m actually impressed she is still walking straight, because damn, I’ve seen men pass out after consuming the amount of alcohol those girls just poured into
their bodies like it was nothing.

  “What is your name?” I ask, even though I know every name on her passport. My right hand returns to the small of her back in a possessive way while my left is leaning on the bar. My body is only a few inches away from her, and I can feel the heat of her body. She lets out a small snort before she grabs the straw of her cocktail and looks up at me through her lashes in an innocent way while she swallows sips of her drink.

  “Do you really care?” she asks when she releases the straw from her mouth.

  Her fabricated innocence is seductive, but the devilish gleam in her eyes tells me how calculated she really is. I can see the Reyes genes in the way she tries to manipulate the situation with her innocent act, even though she doesn’t look like any of her family members. Not even Cristina.

  “I don’t want to call out the wrong name when I thrust inside you, baby girl.” I keep my eyes focused on her. She swallows, obviously thinking about my words before she recovers her attitude. She shoots me a dull look while she brings the straw back up to her pink, plump lips.

  Damn, I would love to be that goddamn straw.

  I grab her glass of bourbon and pour it down my throat, hoping to calm my dick down.

  “Really? Just like that? Not even a cheesy pickup line? A few compliments? A little bit of flattery?” she taunts with sarcastic disappointment.

  As much as I love this game, I know what she wants. I know she doesn’t want the bullshit. She will never admit it, but she is the kind of woman who wants to be owned. My hand moves into her hair, and I fist it with possessive dominance, slightly messing up her ponytail. Her eyes widen with a burning fire, and her nostrils flare in aggression.

  “You’re not the type of girl who wants to be wooed,” I explain while I tighten my grip, silencing her with my gaze.

  “How do you know?” she breathes against my lips, letting me dominate her.

  “You see right through the bullshit because you’re so full of it yourself. I can tell you a bunch of shit right now, buy you a few more drinks, flirt with you, tell you everything you want to hear. But a girl that downs half a bottle of Belvedere only to keep continuing the party with Tequila isn’t looking for someone to feed her bullshit for half the night when really, she needs to be fucked in to oblivion. I don’t need to waste time on telling you how mesmerizing your eyes are or how damn sexy your ass is, you already know that. And I don’t have time for crap like that. I’d rather tell you all the ways I can make you come. How your lips make me want to taste the rest of your sweet body like I haven’t eaten in days. How my fingers will feel while I softly brush them against your soaking wet pussy before I thrust them inside. How I can make you forget all the other bullshit in your life, just for tonight.” Her fair cheeks are now a darker shade, and her breathing is shallow, her eyes beaming at my bold suggestions.

  “Presumptuous, are we?” Her voice cracks, but I smile at her effort to hold her own.

  “You know I’m right. You just have too much pride to admit it. But tell me, baby, when was the last time you were thoroughly fucked? The last time you were so thoroughly fucked, you couldn’t walk the next morning because of the ache between your legs even though you were still craving more?”

  “Fuck me,” she pants in a whisper to herself. Her face looks flushed, but she remains silent, telling me her thoughts are all over the place.

  “That’s the plan, baby girl.” I move my mouth close to her ear to say this, then I slowly drag my tongue along her neck. She lets out a small moan, and I tenderly kiss the crook of her shoulder before I place my lips against her ear. “Answer the question,” I growl before I move back and lock my gaze with hers. She looks terrified and turned on at the same time. I narrow my eyes in annoyance at her lack of response. “Answer me,” I demand.

  Her terror is quickly replaced with the same look of rebellion I saw earlier as she clenches her jaw, contemplating what her answer will be. I’m sure it will be some smartass comment, and I’m sure I will love making her pay for it if I have to, because there is no denying what is going to happen, no matter how long she keeps playing hard to get. The only thing she needs to ask is ‘my place or your place’? Her eyes move back and forth across my face, showing the conflict in her eyes. I’m ready to tug her neck back again, to show her who is in charge, when she opens her mouth.

  “You’re an asshole.”

  I sigh in frustration and close my eyes for a second. After taking a calming breath, I move my hand up her leg all the way to the inside of her thighs, softly brushing the heat between her legs. I’m not a patient man, and this girl is testing me more than I prefer.

  “Thoroughly fucked, baby girl. When?”

  She lets out a desperate breath, finding my eyes. The brazenness is finally gone, and in its place is a desperate glow of lust.

  Got ya.

  “Tomorrow,” she states daringly before her lips crash into mine. When we kissed earlier, it was sweet, affectionate, enticing. But right now, all there is is hunger. She roughly explores my mouth, pushing her tongue inside. I can taste the mint and rum mixed with something that I can’t place but that is uniquely her, and I let out a groan in her mouth, wanting more. My hands move to her hips as I tug her towards me while wrapping her legs around my waist. I lift her up, cupping her peachy ass while her lips never leave mine.

  “Good answer,” I murmur while I start walking towards the exit with this tiny thing wrapped around my body like a koala in heat. I have every intention on getting her out of here as quickly as possible, and as her pussy grinds against the bulge in my jeans, I do my best to not shoot my load prematurely. Her hands cup my face before they move up to my hair, fisting it as she roughly tugs my head back.

  WTF?!

  I scowl at her in surprise but also feel more desire I didn’t know was possible from the dominance of her move.

  “I need to tell my cousin,” she explains, unaffected by my expression while she tries to wiggle out of my grip. I hold on to her, not willing to let her go, afraid she might disappear in to thin air if I let her out of my sight.

  “So text her.”

  “No.” Her response is simple, her sass back in full force. It drives me nuts. She drives me nuts, but I don’t want to waste any more time on our little power play.

  I want her in my bed, right fucking now.

  I lower her legs to the ground while looking for the wavy blond hair of Imogen. It isn’t hard for me to find her because I’ve seen both their faces a hundred times in the files laying on the desk in my office. They look so much alike, they could be sisters with the sole difference being the color of their hair.

  I nod my head towards the dancefloor where I see her still rubbing her ass against some brown-haired corporate jackass. Callie follows my gaze and moves her feet towards the dancefloor. My hand automatically reaches for hers and tugs her back before I take the lead and escort her towards her cousin. If she’s set on walking through that pool of testosterone again, I will make it damn clear she is leaving with no one other than me.

  Imogen’s eyes widen in wariness when her gaze finds mine and notices her cousin walking behind me. She stops dancing, moves right past me, throwing her arms around Callie as she whispers something in her ear. Callie responds by rolling her eyes before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

  “I’ll call you,” she mouths to her blonde look-alike. I reach my hand out to Callie again and watch Imogen scowling at me with suspicion. Her baby blue eyes shoot as much fire as Callie’s did earlier, minus the flashes of desire. I’m not sure if I’m getting paranoid or not, but the look on her face makes me wonder if she knows who I am. She clearly doesn’t trust me one bit, but she keeps her mouth shut. I shoot her a provoking wink because I’m an asshole before I feel her cousin’s hand in mine, giving me the cue to tug her behind me and head towards the exit.

  The smell of booze and sweat enters my nose as we walk towards the elevator with most of my men following behind us. Before we enter, I snap my fingers, t
elling them to stay back. With one quick move, I yank Callie inside the elevator with my other hand. She almost stumbles inside, and both anger and arousal flash across her face when I turn her to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she slaps me for tossing her around, but instead, she jumps me like a banshee, wrapping her legs around me. I take a few steps forward to press her against the wall while my lips explore every inch of her mouth.

  “Name, baby,” I murmur between kisses.

  “Callie,” she pants. “You?”

  It crosses my mind to not tell her my real name. To make sure she doesn’t become suspicious before I bury myself inside her. To guarantee myself this one night before she will find out I’m the enemy. To give myself one taste before she will do everything in her power to escape my grip.

  “Kane,” I say out of arrogance, because I want her to scream my name when I make her come. I want her to chant my name to herself when she remembers how good I made her feel when she’s using her own hand after this is all over. Just like every woman in my bed before her.

  She jerks back, and for a second I regret my decision, certain that she knows. Her eyes find mine and move back and forth while I try to decipher her mood. She stays quiet, staring at me like she’s looking for answers. Finally, I exhale in relief when a seductive smile creases her face.

  “Well, Kane, your place or mine?”

  “Mine,” I smile as she finally asks the question I’ve been waiting to hear all night.

  11

  Kane

  Present Day

  As the little spitfire follows me around the yacht, I can feel her annoyance radiating from her body. I can’t hide the smile growing on my face, something that’s been happening more often since she’s been around. I know I shouldn’t get attached to her or enjoy her too much, but I can’t help it.

  I like having her around.