Santiago snarled, glaring at her as she walked away, her heels clipping against the tile floor, no doubt matching the rapid beating of his heart. I had to admit, I enjoyed his discomfort. After a few seconds, he smiled once again, nodding several times as he turned to face me.
“You are a very formidable man, Miguel. I am certain that you will be able to handle her. I apologize for her actions. As I said before, she has a mind of her own. Extremely willful. Very much like her mother.”
“Nothing that a hard whipping can’t take care of.”
He narrowed his eyes then stormed toward the table, grabbing my glass into his hand. “Excellent idea. We should have a toast to sharing our long and prosperous business together.”
The blood running through my veins was ice cold even though the electricity racing through my entire system was humming with need. I accepted the beverage, taking a sip as I studied him and the nervous tic appearing briefly on the corner of his mouth.
“I do ask that you take care of her. I have many enemies who would enjoy taking something so precious from me.”
His shell had a crack. Good to know. I gave him a respectful nod. “I promise to care for her with my life. Anyone who attempts to betray me will meet a horrible end. I’m certain you can appreciate what I’m saying.”
He seemed relieved, his breath still ragged. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
“Excellent. As far as our business deal. If I find that you deceive me in any way, I will take what is most precious to you.”
“And what is that?” Santiago’s arrogance had returned.
I polished off the drink, allowing the thick base to hit the coffee table with a hard thud, and headed toward the door. I stopped long enough but only tilted my head, allowing me to see the whites of his eyes. “Your daughter.”
While tonight wasn’t what I’d expected, I would use her in every way I desired. However, there would come a time that Santiago would pay for this atrocity.
Valencia.
Her lovely name rolled off my tongue, her hourglass figure spawning desires involving dark and heinous acts. She obviously had no understanding of who she’d been sold off to for a night, her haughty attitude and rebellious demeanor intriguing. After a few heated words spouted off by Santiago, the girl had obviously acquiesced, now waiting patiently just outside the front door.
She’d changed attire, the flaming crimson dress much more to my liking yet still accentuating the beauty God had given her. Her long hair was fastened in a loose ponytail, the luxurious strands glistening in the glowing candlelight. As she stood with one hand on her cocked hip, she glanced everywhere across the expansive landscape but in my direction.
I was forced to admit that breaking her would be far too exciting.
Neither my cock nor my desires would be denied.
I eased out of the rented Ferrari, taking my time as I sauntered in her direction. As I moved up the stairs, she yawned, waiting a solid two seconds before covering her mouth.
I snapped her wrist, yanking her against the heat of my body and towering over her. “While I may be repugnant to you, make no mistake that you belong to me for one night. One. Solid. Night. You will do exactly what I want when I require you to do so without question. If you choose to disobey, you will be punished. Am I very clear with you, princess?”
She clenched her jaw, struggling to get out of my hold. “I’m not your princess, buster, and you will not speak to me that way.”
I lowered my head until she could feel my hot breath cascading across her porcelain skin. “I will speak to you any way I please. The sooner you realize that I am in command, the better off you’ll be.”
“You’re threatening me, the daughter of the richest man in Cuba?”
While I enjoyed sparring with a woman better than most, my blood already pumping, I had no desire to continue playing useless games. “Princess, I only make promises.” I crushed her mouth with mine, immediately thrusting my tongue past her ruby-stained lips.
Valencia beat her fist against my chest, whimpering and wiggling until I snaked my arm around her waist, keeping her in position.
Within seconds, her clenched hand opened, her fingers digging into my jacket, her whimpers becoming ragged moans of passion. She trembled in my arms, no doubt a mixture of fear as well as hunger. The taste of her was the sweet, simple ambrosia of the gods. I wasted no time dominating her tongue as I inhaled her exotic perfume, the scent far too intoxicating.
My cock ached to the point the confining zipper on my trousers was biting, a reminder that I hadn’t been with anyone in a very long time. I had no time for passion in my life, no desire to pretend I was anything but callous. This gift I would enjoy with every ounce of my being.
When I parted our lips, she tipped forward on her toes, her eyelids half closed.
“Now, you’re coming with me where we’ll enjoy the time we spend together. After that, you will never have to see me again.”
“Hmmm…” Valencia seemed to regroup, taking an awkward step backward. Even in the twilight of the evening, I could see that she’d rolled her eyes. “We shall see, Mr. Garcia. Never forget that I am a woman to be reckoned with. If you do, my sting is much deadlier than that of a scorpion.”
I knew in that moment that the vivacious fireball would be mine.
Mine to taste.
Mine to take.
Mine to own.
Forever.
Valencia
Estupido.
There were several other ugly words running through my mind regarding the brazen Amer-i-can besides asshole, but it would do for now. This commanding man named Miguel thought he could come to my country under my father’s roof and demand that he be allowed a taste. Of me. I was over being shocked, the only emotion remaining utter rage.
I could scratch out Miguel’s eyes with my little pinky.
Unfortunately, he was also without a doubt one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen: luxurious dark hair cresting just below his shirt collar, skin the color of rich almond milk, and a body handpicked by some glorious creature from the heavens. The mere thought of him alone created a damp spot on my lace panties, the tone of his deep baritone voice forcing my nipples into hard peaks.
“Where are we going?” I demanded as he took my hand, leading me to the expensive sports car. If the man was trying to impress me, he’d failed in every attempt.