The carnal look on his face was sexy as hell, his once perfect hair now disheveled. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he studied me, as if contemplating exactly what he wanted to do. When he held out his hand, I crawled onto my knees, uncertain of what to expect.
Miguel wasn’t a patient man and he certainly wasn’t used to asking twice for what he wanted. He grabbed my hand, tugging me off the bed. While he wasn’t as forceful as I would have expected, perhaps worrying about my ankle, he was certainly commanding in every manner.
He pushed me against the thick all-glass door, pulling one hand over my head then the other. As he moved my hair over one shoulder, he leaned in, the whisper deliciously sexy. “What do you see?”
“Loneliness.” I heard the glitch in his breathing and knew my answer had surprised me.
“Interesting, I see life, the waves an indication of how wind and rain, sun and moon can affect the tide in several ways. You never know what to expect, but it’s always breathtaking.”
I was stunned by his words, scintillated by the way he ground his hips back and forth, the feel of his throbbing cock sending another shower of electricity into my system. How could one man have this kind of effect on me? How could one beautiful bastard free me from my sins? I could see his reflection in the bright moon, his dazzling eyes taking on a haunted look. As he kicked my legs apart, blowing a swath of hot air across my neck, I slapped my palms against the glass.
He wasted no additional time, unfastening his trousers. I watched as they slid past his carved hips until the glorious feel of his naked cock pushing up against my bruised ass was nothing short of nirvana.
“Now, I fuck you.”
This time, the sex wasn’t about romance or even the darkness of forbidden passion. This was all about establishing another line of control. I was his for the taking. I pushed out my hips as he slid the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, his breathing becoming ragged.
I realized I was holding my breath as he slid his cockhead just past my swollen and aching folds, pushing his way inside. I wanted his naked body against mine almost desperately, longing to share long hours of making love.
But that had nothing to do with us or with the man holding my hips. I simply widened my stance even more, arching my back as he thrust the entire length of his cock inside.
“Fuck!” His roar seemed to echo, the deep baritone like smooth velvet riding over every inch of my skin. His grip became tighter as he rolled onto the balls of his feet, plunging in and out slowly at first, allowing me a shower of sensations to ripple down my spine to my legs.
Then he became his beast, fucking me with wild abandon, the force pushing me against the glass. There was nothing like the sound of his skin smacking against mine or the wildness of his actions.
I let go, no longer thinking, just rocking with him as he fucked me.
His actions became more savage, his fingers digging into me. There was no way he was ever letting me go.
The glass was fogged, a match for my rattled mind as the fucking continued, every plunge harder than the one before, his actions like a wild animal in heat. I could sense his muscles tensing, could tell he was close to coming.
My heart racing, the only control I had was my ability to squeeze. The moment I did, his entire body began to shake, a deep rumble erupting from his mouth.
“Yes!” He threw his head back, gasping for air, his cock throbbing inside me. After a few seconds, he folded his body over mine, intertwining our fingers together.
I took deep breaths of my own as I leaned my head against the cool glass, the adrenaline rush incredible.
“You have no idea what you do to me, woman,” he muttered, his lips vibrating against my neck.
For a few precious seconds, I could feel his armor falling away, allowing me to see a tiny glimpse of the man inside. I knew that everyone had two sides, light and darkness, but he was so very complicated.
As if a timer was going off, he broke the sweet connection, taking a long stride away from me. He simply yanked up his pants, sliding his cock inside.
I couldn’t react, had no idea what I should or shouldn’t say to him.
He raked his fingers through his hair before speaking. “If you feel up to it, please join me in the kitchen. You’ll find some things in the bathroom that I purchased. As I said, you will be going shopping with one of my trusted soldiers tomorrow.”
I don’t know what I’d expected but the cold, calculating demeanor only minutes after… Hell, I wasn’t certain what to call the experience. I could only nod, waiting until he’d walked out of the room before slumping against the door. Asshole.
Another cold shiver trickled down my legs as I walked toward the bathroom. Merely turning on the light presented another pleasant surprise. A bathroom fit for a queen. I ran my fingers over the beautiful marble fixtures, taken aback by how open yet how secluded the entire room seemed to be. When I noticed the closet, I hesitated before opening the two doors. There was very little inside with the exception of beautiful lingerie in several dazzling colors.
There was no doubt that they were expensive, the silk like spun gold. The moment I eased into a robe, tying the sash, I became the bought woman owned by one ruthless man. I took tentative steps toward the mirror, half expecting my reflection would terrify me.
Instead, my glowing skin brought a smile to my face and I had no idea why. The lightheaded feeling remained as I left the room, doing everything I could to compose myself. While I realized he would attempt to grill me, I was the one who needed answers.
I found him staring at his cabinets, as if he’d never noticed them before. The beautiful music coming from unseen speakers was classical, another surprise or perhaps he was trying to appease me. Either way, his swings in emotions and actions left an ugly pit in my stomach.
A bottle of wine had been opened, two goblets half filled. Red, my favorite, although right now all I could think of was the color of blood.
He turned and for a split second, there was no monster festering inside the man, no mafia kingpin ready to eradicate the latest enemy. There was only the absolute joy of seeing someone he cared about wearing a present he’d purchased himself.
I was drawn to him in a way I hadn’t been before as his eyes raked down the length of me.
“You’re stunning,” he said with absolute purpose.
“This is beautiful.” I brushed my palm down the front of the gown.
He rounded the corner of the island, closing the distance and cupping my face with such a gentle hold. “No, lovely lady. You’re what’s beautiful.” As he lowered his head, brushing his lips across mine, I found myself rising onto my tiptoes, ignoring the pain in my ankle.
I clutched his shirt, wrapping my fingers around the material, my heart skipping. Everything about this was entirely unexpected, a man I could see caring about. Perhaps.
The sound of his phone jerked the special moment away, the snarl coming from his lips infused with rage.
“Goddamn it.” Miguel shifted around me, yanking the phone from his pocket. “This had better be fucking good. I do not tolerate interruptions.”
I folded my arms, loathing this side, unable to wrap my mind around anything about him.
“Yeah. Then you keep him there. I want the bastard on his knees. I want him to feel the weight of the anticipation of my visit. And I want him fucking terrified.” Miguel ended the call, holding the phone to his head, exhaling. “Unfortunately, I have to go out. You will stay here, and Enrique will remain as a guard. While there is almost no food, Enrique will order anything you want. There is no other way out of this penthouse other than the front door, so don’t bother trying. If you do, you will be punished severely.” He walked closer until I was forced to look him in the eyes. “And you will not fuck with me on this.”