Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Before I could insist that she accompany me, Evelyn said, “I want to stay with Massimo.”
Her soft declaration punched my heart like an arrow, and my feral desire for her surged.
Mine. She was all mine, and she knew it. She chose me.
It might be out of fear, but that notion didn’t bother me. She’d made it clear that being in Stefano’s home, the heart of his cartel, made her anxious. She didn’t want to stay here without me.
She knew that I would keep her safe, and she didn’t want to be parted from me.
That was enough to satisfy me for now. Her devotion would grow with time. She belonged to me, and there was no going back.
“Excellent,” Carmen approved. “We’ll all fly out on the jet tomorrow morning. Adrián is keen to meet you, Massimo.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I replied absently, my attention fixed on Evelyn.
Her gaze was still downcast, her eyes averted. And that lovely flush colored her cheeks. I wanted to see that shade of pink while I feasted on her pussy again; I would make her cry out my name in ecstasy. Would her pert ass flush a matching shade beneath my hand? I craved to see it imprinted on her creamy flesh. She’d responded to the pain of my bite. Our chemistry was undeniable. She would come to accept the more deviant things I needed to do to her.
She was innocent, and I craved to corrupt her. I would teach her to enjoy my darker sexual games. Evelyn would love being mine.
“You two should enjoy the party,” Carmen announced, a dismissal and a gift. My hunger for Evelyn must be plain on my face, and the cartel queen was giving me permission to be alone with my pretty little butterfly.
“Thank you.” I managed a modicum of politeness before I steered Evelyn away from the powerful, dangerous couple.
She’d been quiet for most of the conversation, and she was probably disconcerted by the interaction with Duarte. The man was intimidating, even though he played the part of impeccable host.
“Dance with me,” I commanded, sweeping Evelyn into my arms.
She blinked up at me, slightly bewildered by the sudden turn of events. “I don’t want to go to Colombia,” she said, even as she began to sway to the beat, allowing me to lead her.
“I’ll make sure you enjoy our little vacation,” I promised, firming my hand on her waist.
She shivered and melted into me, submitting to the confident way I handled her willowy body.
“It’s not a vacation,” she protested, her peridot eyes glittering with frustration. “You can’t just take control of my life like this. I want to go home, not farther away from America.”
Your home is with me now. I kept the promise locked in my chest. She wasn’t ready to hear it. Not yet.
“This meeting is crucial for our security,” I admitted, persuasive. I didn’t want to tell her the details of my business, but she might be more amenable if I reasoned with her. “And I promised my friends I would take care of things with Duarte and Rodríguez. I meant it when I said I don’t break my promises, Evelyn. I made a promise to Gian and Enzo, but I’ll make a vow to you, too: I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I will take care of you and give you everything you desire.”
“What I desire is to return home to Albuquerque.” That defiant posture was back, her shoulders squared and her delicate chin tipped at an impertinent angle.
Surrendering to my darkest instincts, I cradled her nape and crushed my lips to hers, trapping her in a fierce kiss. She wouldn’t be able to talk about leaving me if I tamed her tongue with mine. I would drive her wild with mindless passion, until she’d never consider being parted from me. I wanted to make her addicted to my touch, just as I was already addicted to her nearness.
I was usually skillful in my seductions, but the imbalance in my relationship with Evelyn made me feral. I was undeniably obsessed with her, and she was still thinking of returning to her life in America. Without me.
I would obliterate that desire from her mind and cleave her soul to mine. Just the thought of losing her robbed the air from my lungs, so I breathed her in instead, taking her oxygen as I kissed her in a ruthless claim. She softened in my arms, her tongue lashing mine in desperate strokes.
Her hips pressed tight to my thigh, and she shuddered against me in need. I’d left my good girl waiting long enough. I’d edged her before the party, teasing her pussy and tormenting us both to ensure her compliance. She’d done so well. I would show her how much she pleased me.