by Sienna Snow
“I swear, you make me want to pull out that gun you have hidden in your purse and shoot you.”
I smiled at her. “It’s not like you don’t have one of your own.”
“I feel it would be justice if I used yours.”
We glared at each other and then burst into laughter.
I loved this woman. Somehow, she always knew the right way to get me to relax.
Once we were in a semblance of control, she asked, “How did last night go? I couldn’t get anywhere near you after the wedding. It was as if Jonas Weber was making it clear to the world that you were a Weber now and not a Benz.”
I wanted to agree but I’d been so lost in my anger for most of the reception, I hadn’t even paid attention to Jonas. Well, except for when I overheard Sebastian tell Jonas to rein it in.
“What part of last night, in particular?” I knew where she was going with the question but I wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
Plus, how was I supposed to tell her that I angry-fucked my husband’s brains out but never really spoke to him?
“I should have known subtlety was never going to work with you. Did you sleep together?”
My cheeks heated. “You could say we slept periodically during the course of the night.”
“Oh my God. You fucked like rabbits.” Lilly tilted her head. “And why are you here right now and not continuing the marathon sex with your hot-as-sin husband? By the way, the man fills out a tux like no one else.”
Yeah, he had looked good yesterday. Heart-stopping was a more accurate word. If there was ever a man who was born to wear a suit, it was Sebastian. Then there was the slight hint of the tattoos hidden under the designer tux. They made my hormones fire every time I saw them.
“Because I’m still not sure where we stand. I don’t understand why he lied to me.”
“I’m going to tell you this as your best friend.” Lilly came around my desk, pushed my chair back, and then leaned down. “You need to get over it. No matter what, the two of you are till death do you part. There is no divorce in our world. Listen to his reasons, make him grovel, and make lots of babies to take over the Benz-Weber empire.”
“I wish it were that easy. I’m still so hurt.”
“Well, nothing is going to get resolved if you sneak out of your twenty-million-Euro penthouse and don’t talk to him. I don’t want you to end up a bitter, constantly pissed-off, cliché mob wife.”
I rolled my eyes and failed at holding in the smile from the image she’d conjured. Lilly loved her American reality shows, especially the ones revolving around the mob and their families.
“I hear you. I promise, next time I see him, I’ll give him a chance to clear the air.”
“That’s all I ask.”
“It doesn’t mean I’ll get over it. But I’ll listen.”
“Maybe you can get some diamonds out of it. That’s what my mom does, and Papa is your dad’s second without the Weber bank account.”
Lilly’s father was a lieutenant in Papa’s organization and made a healthy living, so I had no doubt he had enough to shower his wife with jewels. He also adored his wife and never wanted to be out of her good graces.
“I’m not a diamonds kind of girl.”
“Then get him to buy you a long-range rifle.” She frowned. “You’re the only woman I know who’d get wet from a gift of a deadly weapon.”
Very few people knew I had a thing for guns, especially sniper rifles. I’d taken lessons after my first job working for Solon. Then, when I’d moved on to helping with cases for other security agencies, I thought it was better to become proficient in all manner of guns and self-protection.
I shrugged. “Some of us have higher standards than others.”
“Good to know.” Sebastian’s deep voice came from the door.
“Ba…Sebastian.”
He narrowed his gaze. “I woke up alone.”
His intense attention had desire prickling up my skin.
“I left you a note. Besides, didn’t you have work to do yourself? I heard your man, Lucas, mention something at our reception.”
Lucas was one of the few people from the Weber camp I’d met yesterday who I liked. I’d deduced he was Sebastian’s second and was very protective of him.
“My work could have held until after breakfast.” The heat in his eyes told me it wasn’t food he was talking about.
“On that note, I’m out of here.” Lilly scooted around me and moved toward the door, pausing when she reached Sebastian. “I’m serious, buy her a gun and all your worries are over.”
“I appreciate the insight into my bride.” His lips curved in that wicked way that made butterflies enter my stomach.
Lilly wasn’t immune to the smile either and flushed before rushing out the door.
“I like her. She has this energy that most people in our world don’t.”
His assessment of Lilly melted some of the ice I was holding between us.
“Lilly sees the world in color. She is the ultimate free-thinking, artsy girl. She is smart as they come and can be a shark when it comes to art and sculpture authentication but everything she does is with joy.”
“It’s good to have people who bring light into the world we live in.” He shut the door, locking it, and then moved in my direction.
“What are you doing?” I tried to roll my chair back toward my desk, but he stopped my movement with a foot by one of the rollers.
“I’m following Lilly’s advice and am about to grovel.” He kneeled in front of me. “And then…”
I swallowed. “And then what?”
“And then we get to the making-babies part.”
“What makes you think I’m not on birth control?”
He gripped the handles of my chair and shifted me to face him. “Because I had you investigated. I know everything there is to know about you.”
“Sounds a bit stalkerish.”
He shrugged. “It’s what I do. Plus, it made sense since I was ordered to marry you.”
“Wouldn’t it be prudent for me to have the same level of information?”
“Go ahead, investigate me.”
“I have. You’re a ghost. I bet the little that’s available about the all-powerful Sebastian Weber was strategically placed by you.”
“As of this morning, the same applies to you.”
I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face. “Why would you do that?”
“Because the moment we spoke our vows, you were Eloisa Weber.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I will go to any lengths to protect what’s mine.” He leaned in until our foreheads touched. “In case there’s any doubt, you are mine. You’ve been mine since that moment our eyes connected across the dance floor.”
I pulled back. “I won’t let you cage me. I’ve spent my whole life finding ways around the box my parents put me in. I won’t do it anymore.”
“The last thing I want to do is cage you. I won’t force you to fit into a mold that isn’t yours. However…” He paused, as if working through his words, and then spoke. “I will protect you in any way I see fit. I have many faces, and some of them are dark and make enemies. If anything happened to you, I’d turn the world upside down.”
“I don’t understand. We’ve only known each other for a few months.”
“There are no lengths I wouldn’t go for those I love.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words and the intensity of his onyx gaze. It was time to ask him about the deception of the past few months.
“Why did you lie to me?”
He shook his head. “Because I’m an idiot. I’d just gotten back from a business trip that didn’t go as planned and my head wasn’t on straight. I was pissed about our marriage and about the mess Jonas had created in my life. I decided to see the princess of the Benz empire in action.”
“What did you learn?”
“On paper you seemed to be the opposite of what I expected. And then i
n person, you blew me away. Our attraction was instantaneous, but the connection that came along with it was even more staggering.”
“You could’ve come clean that night. It would have been a relief to know I was compatible with my betrothed.” I rolled my eyes at the term.
“I liked that you didn’t know me as anything other than as Baz. I was a mystery to you and you got to know the real me, not the one I have to be as the Weber heir. Plus, the fact that you kept pushing me away for a man you never met had me wanting you even more.”
“And knowing I was pushing you away for my fiancé, who happened to be you, didn’t get you off at all,” I added without any inflection to my words.
He grinned in a way that made me want to kiss him. He looked younger than his almost thirty years, like a little boy who was caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“That did add to the challenge.”
“So, does it mean that cheating on you with you is acceptable?”
He pulled my chair closer to him, pushing my jean-clad legs apart and letting his thighs settle in between them.
“If roleplay appeals to you, I have no problem with it.” He cupped my cheek. “Just know that it’s Baz who’s under anything I play.”
He’d spoken of roles and faces so much that until right now, I hadn’t realized the toll being the Weber heir and now head of the family had taken on him.
I’d learned from Papa there was no room for weakness, or someone else would be ready to muscle into leadership.
Sebastian had shown me a side of himself that he never exposed to anyone.
Instead of responding, I turned my face into his palm. He ran a thumb gently over my lips.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
I grinned. “Yes, but I reserve the right to bring it up whenever I feel like it. Especially when you piss me off.”
“Then I guess I better do my best to stay in your good graces.” He lifted my face for a light peck. “How about if I start with a few orgasms to help with the stress of running a business?”
Sebastian
I stared into Isa’s blue eyes, which were filled with shock and interest.
“You can’t be serious. Here? Anyone could disturb us.”
“Here.” I skimmed my fingers down her body until I reached the button of her jeans. “The next time you sit in this chair, I want you to imagine orgasming with my face buried in your cunt.”
She licked her plump lips. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
The desire on her face was a sharp contrast to her words.
“I believe it’s the perfect idea.”
Popping the fastening, I lowered the zipper and tugged the denim down. “Lift up.”
She tilted her hips, and I bunched her pants around her heeled boots. Her shoes made her long legs look longer. They were definitely staying on.
“Hold the armrest and don’t let go. If you do, I’ll stop and you won’t get to come until tonight when I’m deep in your wet pussy.”
Fire heated her cobalt gaze as if she was ready to argue but she set her palms on the soft leather.
“Good girl.”
“I’m only complying because you owe me many an orgasm for lying to me.”
“Keep telling yourself that. I know the truth.”
She was the type of woman who loved her control but when she relinquished it, that was when she was happiest.
The night before the truth came out, she’d trusted me in a way I’d never forget. I’d pushed her to explore her sexuality and she’d lost herself in the pleasure. Last night was a sharp contrast. Control was something she resisted giving up. It was a battle between her anger and her desire.
I gripped her waist, adjusting her so I’d have access to the honey that was her pussy.
“Are you ready?”
Her lips parted and her breath came out in short pants. “Yes.”
I lowered my mouth to her exposed belly button, rubbing my lips and jaw around the silky skin and causing goosebumps to appear.
Her hands flexed on the armrest.
Going lower, I let my teeth grab hold of the top of her black lace thong. I pulled at it, letting the fabric slide between her pussy lips and rub her clit.
She whimpered and ground against the material.
I released her underwear and then immediately grabbed it with my hands, snapping the sides.
“Baz. Those were expensive.” The incredulous look on her face had me grinning.
I’d never been the type to smile this much while trying to seduce any woman but then again, none of them were Eloisa Benz…Weber.
“I can afford to buy you more.”
“I don’t need you to buy me anything. I can buy it myself.”
I grabbed hold of her thighs, tugged her forward, and perched her knees against my shoulders.
I looked down at her pants-bound feet and splayed thighs, exposing her slick swollen pussy and immediately felt a shot of precum leak from my cock. This woman was a goddess without trying.
“Duly noted.”
Lowering my face, I blew on her damp slit a second before I descended.
“Oh God,” Isa cried out as her hold on the chair tightened.
I fucked my tongue into her tight cunt, pumping, rolling, and licking.
She tasted like heaven, something I could never get enough of.
One of her hands shifted to my head and I growled, “Put that hand back.”
“Fuck. Sorry,” she said while complying.
Her mewled cries grew louder as her pussy quickened and her hips rose to meet the demands of my mouth.
Pushing my hands under her shirt, I pulled the cups of her bra to the side and pinched her nipples until she moaned and her pussy juices flooded my mouth.
“Baz. Harder.”
My woman liked the edge of pain.
I squeezed harder, releasing her tight buds a second before I knew it was too much, while continuing to tease her clit.
My cock was so hard it was a wonder I hadn’t torn through my pants.
The first thing I planned to do the minute she arrived at our penthouse was bend her over the back of the nearest couch and fuck her hard.
“Baz. Oh God, Baz. I need to come. Make me come.”
I stared up at her beautiful face, flushed with need. Lowering one hand to her soaked slit, I pushed a finger into her quivering pussy and curled it up until I grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves deep in her.
With one last lick to her delicious cunt, she detonated, thrashing her head side to side and digging her nails into the arms of her chair.
Watching her come apart was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I would never get tired of seeing the ecstasy on her face or the way she responded to me.
She was mine and I’d protect her until my dying breath.
“Wow,” Isa exclaimed after she’d finally come down from her orgasm.
I pushed her knees together and then adjusted her body back onto the chair.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
She leaned forward, gripping my shirt and pulling me toward her. Her kiss was hot and hard, and my straining dick ached to be inside her.
Her fingers roamed along the buttons of my shirt and then to the fastening of my pants. Just as she was about to pop the button, I stayed her hand.
“Don’t you want me to return the favor?”
My cock screamed yes but I knew I couldn’t push it.
“I’m positive one of our people is going to interrupt us at any moment.”
As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door. “Boss. There’s someone here to see you.”
Isa’s relaxed and sensual demeanor disappeared. “Um. Give me ten minutes. I’ll be right out.”
She stood, pulling her jeans up with her. I steadied her as she lost balance.
“Boss, it’s Bri Amici. She needs to see you immediately.”
I froze. What the hell was Isa doing with a Solon agent? An agent who’d been a hand
ler on my last assignment, specifically for Ana Kipos.
“Tell her to wait. She’s always got something urgent and likes to rush people.”
Isa hurried into the bathroom adjacent to her office. I rose, inhaling deep to keep calm as I thought about all the things she could be doing for Solon. If she was an agent, I’d have heard about it, especially if she was assigned to any of the European divisions. The fact this bit of information had been kept from me only meant it had been scrubbed from the search I’d requested from Interpol.
Fuck, someone in Interpol had kept this from me.
I moved to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall outside it, waiting for Isa to emerge.
The second she did, I asked, “Why are you meeting with a Solon agent?”
Her eyes grew big. “How do you know about Bri?”
“You answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”
“She hired me to appraise some items she collected.”
Her answer was plausible, but nothing was that simple when Solon was involved. They liked to recruit people with connections and ties to all walks of life and usually people with backgrounds of affluence. They also had no qualms about using tactics that broke the law to achieve their goals.
“And?”
She glared at me. “An answer for an answer.”
I knew I had to give a little. “I’ve helped Bri with a few assignments.”
“What kinds of assignments?” Worry flashed across her face, telling me she knew that Bri specialized in the division involved in handling sex-trafficking cases.
“Are you thinking I can’t take care of myself, Isa?”
“No. She…she has a habit of working on the most dangerous of projects.”
I picked up her hand and brought it to my face, kissing her fingertips. “I need you to remember I’m only Baz with you. In the outside world, I’m Sebastian Weber, notorious businessman and now head of one of the most dangerous organizations in Europe. My reputation isn’t fabricated.”
An impatient knock rapped on the door.
“Bella, open the door. I wait for no one. You can fuck on your own time,” a voice called in Italian-accented German.
Isa groaned. “She has the spoiled Italian socialite thing down pat. No one would suspect she could kill a man in two moves.”
