by K. Webster
He’ll soon be my husband.
I hope he doesn’t kill me.
“You,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “You are a goddamned vision.”
I laugh and shake my head. “No wonder you had so many wives. You’re really good at this wooing stuff.”
He smirks as he strokes my hair. I like that he pets me like I’m a kitten he’s always wanted but nobody ever gave him, until now. The way he touches me makes me feel wanted and revered.
Please don’t fuck with me, Diego.
“When you’re my wife, I will cut out the eyes of all those who even look at you,” he hisses as his mouth drops to mine. His hot breath tickles me. “And I will cut off the fingers of anyone who dares put his hands on you.”
I shiver. My psycho villain siren should be wailing, but instead it is silent. The only sound is my heart thumping loudly in my chest. His violent words turn me on. I rub my thighs together and dart my gaze to his hooded one. “You’re so romantic,” I tease, my voice breathless.
His fingers slide into my silky hair, and he grips it. He tilts my head back so he can stare down at me. Light brown eyes flicker all over my face as he inspects me. Then, he leans forward and kisses my forehead.
“Let’s go eat, Vienna.”
My God, this man is a tease. I swear he gets off on bringing me to the brink of insanity just to back off and leave me hanging.
“Come,” he growls when I don’t immediately follow after him.
“I’d like to, but someone is too busy playing the gentleman,” I grumble back.
He smirks at me as his palm finds the small of my back so he can guide me out of my room. His hand slides to my ass where he grips it to the point of pain. “A gentleman doesn’t grope his future wife on the way to their wedding.”
I cut my eyes to his and grin at him. “I’m swooning, mi motherfucker.”
He snorts and swats my ass. “I forgot you’re a smartass.”
“That’s something you can’t ever forget around me,” I chide.
When we enter the dining room, I gasp. A feast has been laid out on the long rectangular table. Fancy silver and china decorate the space and several candles light up the room.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe.
I’m not sure how this marriage thing will go, but it’s already surpassed my expectations. Diego pulls out a chair beside the head of the table and gestures for me to sit. I take my place, folding my hands in my lap. He disappears and then reappears with Tatiana and Jorge. Once they’re seated, he takes his place at the head of the table. A young male server comes out to fill our glasses with red wine and then he exits without a word.
“Tonight, we celebrate the union of two families,” Diego says as he lifts his glass, his light brown eyes flickering with something that I hope is excitement. He certainly doesn’t seem as apprehensive as I do. “Vienna and I will wed this evening under the eyes of God. If my mother, God rest her soul, were here, I know she would approve of my decision.” His handsome smile warms me. The devil was an angel once. “Not only will this marriage be binding in the eyes of God, but it will be binding by our country’s laws as well. And mostly,” he says, his voice dropping to a low growl, “it will be binding to me.”
I dart my gaze over to Jorge and Tatiana. Neither one of them speaks, but Tatiana flashes me a supportive smile.
“I keep my promises, Vienna,” Diego murmurs. “I hope you keep yours as well.”
I swallow and nod. The fierceness he’s displaying would indicate that he believes what he says to be true.
I just wish I could believe it as easily as he seems to.
“So a toast to my future wife, a partnership that will strengthen my newly acquired empire, and for a play that will deliver ultimate revenge to our mutual enemies.” He winks at me and holds his glass to mine. I clink it before quickly chugging down the bitter red wine.
“To Mr. and Mrs. Gomez,” I agree, my voice shaking. “A power couple.”
He reaches over and takes my clammy hand. “Mi reina.”
“You may kiss your bride.”
I imagined this moment a thousand times, especially in my early teen years, but with a certain dark-eyed boy. A fancy beach wedding in California with my father walking me down the aisle. A big, frilly dress. A giant fancy cake. The whole nine yards. With Oscar. And for awhile there, while high off my ass in Esteban’s bed, he’d taken place as the groom in my fantasies.
But reality is oh-so different.
Diego Renaldo Gomez and Vienna Martina Berkley are the star of this show.
I’m still so dazed and in shock over what just happened that my husband’s kiss takes me completely by surprise. His kisses are always soft but demanding. This kiss, though, feels like a promise. I don’t get to enjoy his tongue that still tastes of wine because he ends our kiss as quickly as it began.
“Come now, mujer.”
He guides me out of the old church toward where his fancy black car awaits. I am still trying to make sense of what’s happening and staring at the gold band that sits on my ring finger when I hear what sounds like a pop.
“JORGE!” Diego roars a moment before he shoves me face first into the dirt.
A shriek escapes me. My palms sting, and I’m sure my knees are now scraped all to shit. I start to rise but then I’m tackled.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
“Stay down,” Diego hisses against my ear. His body heat is no longer enveloping me as he starts shooting at someone on the other side of the car. Everything is so loud. Even though it’s night time, the moonlight is bright. Diego crouches at the back of the car near the trunk. I dart my eyes under the vehicle to see where the shots are coming from. When someone starts charging for us, I yell, “Two ‘o clock!”
Pop! Pop!
The figure crumples into the dirt before they reach the vehicle. Shooting ensues from someplace else. I army crawl under the car until I’m close enough to take the gun from the dead man’s grip. The shooting stops but my ears are still ringing. Two men are grunting, and I recognize one of them as Diego. Another figure emerges from the tree line on the other side of the road and starts charging for us. I squint my eyes to focus before squeezing the trigger.
Pop!
The bullet tears through his knee and he crashes to the dirt. When he looks up, he makes eye contact with me under the car. His weapon aims for me but then his head explodes. I’m gaping in horror when someone grabs my ankle.
“Diego!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
My attacker yanks me roughly out from under the car. As soon as I’m out, I aim the gun at his head.
“Whoa,” Jorge says. “Whoa, niña.”
He reaches for me, but I scramble to my feet without his help.
“Get in the car,” he hisses. “Tatiana!”
She runs from the church and throws her arms around me. Her words are shaking and in Spanish. I yank the car door open before urging the frantic woman inside.
“Where’s Diego?” I demand.
Two strong arms envelop me from behind, causing me to scream. Out of instinct, I drive the barrel of my gun behind me into what I hope is at my attacker’s face. Before thinking twice, I squeeze the trigger.
Click.
“Fuck,” Diego hisses into my ear. “Fuck, mi diablita.”
Once I realize it isn’t one of the bad guys, I collapse in his arms. He all but drags me to the car and shoves me inside. Tatiana sobs loudly as the men climb into the front seat. I pull her to me so I can stroke her hair.
“Shhhh,” I coo. “We made it. We’re safe.”
She clutches my dirty dress, her tears soaking through my front. I hold her in a state of shock as Jorge hauls ass through the streets. He and Diego snarl in hissed tones the entire way home.
Her head tilts up and she palms my cheek. “I am so sorry, Vee. I worried this would happen. A marriage to a cartel leader is a lifetime of death and destruction.”
I glance up to find Diego watching me, his jaw
clenched. He’s brutal and handsome and fierce in this moment. My words answer her question but I want him to hear.
“I know exactly what I signed up for and I am not afraid.”
“I’M FINE, TATIANA,” I snap and swat her hand away. Her brown eyes are filled with tears. We’ve barely been safely home for five minutes and she’s mothering the fuck out of me. “It’s a scratch. Tend to Vienna.”
Vienna’s brilliant green eyes dart to mine and she shakes her head. “I’m fine too.”
I glower at her. She’s far from fine. Blood drips down her shins from her knees. Her once pretty white dress is dirty as fuck. The red mane she’d worked so hard to smooth out is messy and tangled. Compared to Tatiana, who is shaking like a leaf, Vienna stands there like a horror from a nightmare. Hate-filled eyes. Calm demeanor. Full, pouty lips pressed into a firm, pissed off line.
“Get cleaned up and rest,” I tell my doctor and close friend. “You’re shaken up. I’ll take care of Vienna.”
Tatiana nods before hugging us both. Then, she disappears from my office leaving me alone with my wife. Jorge is already rounding up my men and heavily securing the compound. Those motherfuckers attacked me on my wedding day. I’d hoped it was some other cartel wanting to take me out. But deep down I knew. These were Camilo’s men. Esteban and Oscar have already begun their war.
They don’t care about Vienna.
Those assholes shot at her.
She’s a tool to get to me, nothing more.
Rage bubbles up inside of me at the thought of losing her. Our business union is of utmost importance, of course, but I married her, goddammit. She’s mine to protect. They almost took her from me.
“Were they with the Rojas’s?” she questions, her voice level and even. Christ, she scares me with how calm she is.
I give her a clipped nod before snagging my cutter from the drawer. I prep the cigar from the ashtray and then light it. When we got back, I gave Jorge explicit instructions of what I needed him to do. Now, it’s a waiting game. We’ll be protected here, but I want those motherfuckers hunted down and brought to me.
“Now we wait,” I tell her as I exhale a plume of smoke.
She walks over to me and plucks the cigar from my fingers. This wife is unlike my other pretend ones. Despite their constant bitching and nagging, they still feared me. Vienna takes this partnership seriously, apparently, because now we share everything. Even my fucking cigars and coffee. Her swollen lips wrap around the fat cigar and she inhales the smoke, her wild green eyes on mine. Fire and vengeance storm within them. My sweet girl wants to make them pay. I yank the cigar from her fingers and snub it out in the ashtray.
With a growl, I grip her jaw and tilt her dirty face up so I can regard her. This woman would have shot me in the goddamned face today had she had any bullets left. She’s not a princess at all. Hell, she even warned me.
Vienna is the motherfucking queen.
I kiss her pouty lips hard, my fingers never leaving her jaw. Her mouth opens to kiss me back. Sweet. So fucking sweet. She grabs the front of my jacket to hold on as she jumps into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. I hold her perfect ass as we kiss. With her pressed against my eager cock, I’m dying to officially make her mine.
“We still have business, mi diablita,” I growl between kisses.
She bites my lip and hisses. “Later, mi motherfucker.”
We kiss hard with her grinding against my cock, but I can’t proceed without knowing she’s mine in every sense of the word. Her fingers start plucking at the buttons under my tie. Our kiss is messy and dirty.
“The contract,” I snarl against her lips.
“Not now,” she bites back.
I storm over to my desk and jerk her away from me to deposit her on the surface. The little minx tears her soiled dress from her body before tossing it at me. She’s a goddamned dream sitting on my desk, looking hot as fuck in nothing but a simple matching nude-colored bra and panty set.
She’s distracting me. For the future of our relationship, both personal and business, the contract needs to be carried out.
With my heated gaze on hers, I slip out of my jacket and pull off my tie. The vest hits the floor next and then I finish unbuttoning my shirt. Once I’m naked from the waist up, I grab one of my sharpest blades from my desk drawer. I flick it open, my eyes on hers to gauge her reaction. The little devil licks her dirty lips. My cock jolts, and I almost declare we fuck instead.
Almost.
“I want this gone,” I tell her, pointing the tip of my blade at her bra.
“So do I,” she says with a wicked smile.
I hook my finger under the bottom of her bra between her ample tits and pull it from her body. She remains still as I saw through the fabric with my knife. The material gives and frees her gorgeous tits. She tosses it away before leaning back on her elbows and putting her feet on my desk. Her knees fall apart as she offers her barely covered cunt to me. My dick is about to rip through my slacks to get to her.
“Danger makes your pussy wet. You really are a villain,” I muse as I run my finger along the wet spot on her panties. “Such a naughty girl.”
She bites her fat bottom lip and nods. I hook my finger into the side of her panties just below her clit to pull the material toward me. This too, I saw through eagerly. Once she’s fully naked, I take a moment to appreciate her body. Young. Tight. Supple. She’d probably still be a virgin if Esteban hadn’t have taken that away from her. Despite her past with him, she’s still inexperienced. I love that she trusts me to take her to new places sexually. Whatever he did with her won’t compare to what I’m going to do. I’m going to awaken her beast. I’m going to feed it and fuck it. There won’t be any taming her beast. If anything, I’m about to free it.
“The contract is of utmost importance,” I growl. “Then we can get back to what we both want and need.” I tap my blade on the flesh over her heart. “I need you to remember every day that we have a promise to each other. Fuck witnesses.”
“Just tell me where to sign,” she grumbles, her voice breathless with need. “I need you.”
I grab her left hand and pull it until she’s sitting up. My mouth presses a kiss to the pale, perfect flesh on the back of her hand. The wedding ring that belonged to my mother sits proudly on her ring finger. Possessiveness thunders through me at seeing it there. I’ve held on to that one important item, the one materialistic thing my mother owned, for so long. Nobody was ever worthy of wearing it. But Vienna is the new owner, and I swear to God, it looks perfect on her.
“Do you need alcohol?” I question. “I might hurt you.”
Her green eyes narrow. “I existed in a fog for too long. I want to feel everything.”
I challenge her with my gaze as I tease her smooth flesh on the back of her hand with the tip of my blade. “A contract forged in blood. Still want to feel that?”
She snorts. “I’m not afraid.”
I poke her flesh with my knife and become fixated on the crimson that wells around the hole before it spills down the side of her hand. She remains still as if to wait out my next move before breathing.
“Relax,” I murmur. “It will be over soon.”
A choked sound escapes her as I begin carving her flesh. I’m careful not to go too deep, but I brand my wife with a large D on the back of her hand. I don’t want her to forget who she made this deal with. Ever.
When I finish, I meet her fiery gaze. Something that looks like a mix between hate and lust swims in her teary eyes. The tears don’t fall, but I brought them to the brink.
“Fuck,” I growl, my knife clattering to the desk. “You’re so beautiful.”
I grip her jaw and kiss her hard. Her fingers work at my belt and then zipper. Soon, she has my aching cock in her grip.
“Diego,” she hisses as she fists my length. “I need you.”
A groan rumbles from me as I rid myself of the rest of my clothes. I grip her hips and yank her to the edge of the desk. My cock
is long and fat. She’s so small. I should use lube to fit inside her without pain on her part.
But I can’t wait.
I need her now.
“This is going to hurt,” I warn through clenched teeth.
She claws at my biceps with blood running down her arm and draws me closer. “So hurt me.”
The tip of my cock pokes at her slippery opening. She’s practically dripping for me. Quick and fast. Like pulling off a bandage.
I slide an arm around her middle and meet her heat-filled gaze. My mouth crushes against hers a second before I drive powerfully into her. Her scream is snuffed out by my kiss, but I know I’ve probably hurt her. I’m about to black out from pleasure. She’s the tightest fucking woman I’ve ever been with, and I’m inside her without a condom. I’ve been fucking women since I was fourteen. Not once did I ever do it without protection.
But this woman is mine.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” I hiss out as my hips thrust into her again. Her fingernails continue to claw at my biceps, but she kisses me frantically. We’re dirty and messy and so fucking needy for each other. Husband and wife. King and queen. Two avenging angels turned devils escaped from hell.
She wraps her arms around my neck and leans against me, her mouth still fused to mine. I lose my footing and fall on my ass with her in my arms and my cock still buried deep inside her. Those manic green eyes meet mine as she reaches behind her to the desk. My knife that still drips with her blood comes into view. She pushes her palm against my chest, urging me to lie back on the floor.
“We weren’t finished with our contract,” she hisses, her body slowly rocking against me. I reach forward and pinch her clit, which makes her already tight cunt strangle my cock.
“So finish it,” I challenge as I offer her my hand.
She laughs. The sound of it is downright terrifying. “I have something better.”
