Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He rose slightly, twisting her body onto the bed so he dominated. Boss stared down at her, hunger in his eyes. If she didn’t know men so well, she’d swear he was about to kill her. His dark eyes were always cold and flat, like a man without a conscience. He was so hard to read.
“I’ve always loved a challenge.” He kissed her neck, trailing kisses down between her breasts, then over her stomach. Her body quivered. When he reached low enough, she braced herself, holding her breath. But he used a knee to lift himself up and stood at the edge of the bed.
She released the breath, her pulse racing.
“The offer’s still open if you want work.” He put his t-shirt on and started strapping on his holster as she lay there half-naked on the bed, her pussy still pulsing.
Was he even human? She knew damn well he’d had a hard-on for her.
Graciella leaned up on her elbows. “What the hell are you doing?”
He smirked, a barely-there evil smirk.
She leaned over and grabbed her dress off the floor, quickly pulling it on to cover herself. She absolutely hated how small he made her feel. “Couldn’t go through with it? Let me guess, the thought of other men fucking me was too much of a turn off.”
He just stood there, quiet, unmoving, staring down at her.
“I’m just a dirty whore, right?”
This time, he inhaled and narrowed his eyes. His intensity would make most men piss themselves.
“First of all, I don’t fuck unwilling women. Your body says you’re ready, but you’re not. Secondly, once I do claim that body, and I will, no other man will have the pleasure again. I’ll have to consider killing everyone who’s ever touched you once you’re mine.”
“That’ll be a full-time job.”
His rejection stung. A frog grew in her throat. What was he doing to her? Why couldn’t he just screw her like everyone else she seduced? It would have given her power and enabled her to play him for inside information. She was good at her job and never thought twice about using every situation to her advantage.
This was different.
No matter how hard she tried to push him, he never took the bait. He was trying to toy with her, make her feel special when she wasn’t. Boss didn’t take women seriously, so if she thought she was different, she was a fool.
“You should really stop thinking so low of yourself. I don’t judge people by their pasts. Give yourself a break, Graciella.” He headed to the door. She wanted to beg him to stay, to continue what they’d started, but he was right. About everything.
She was pulling at straws now. “How would Xavier feel about you coming to my cabin?”
He scoffed. “El Diablo works for me. Not the other way around.”
Then he was gone.
She touched her lips, his kiss still lingering.
Once he drove away, his car completely off her radar, her cell phone went off.
“Have a nice visit?”
Viko had once been her savior, now, not so much. She knew exactly where she stood when it came to him. As long as she was useful or in debt to him, he tolerated her.
“Why are you watching me?”
“I’ve thought of a way for you to pay off your debt to me.”
She sat up straighter, adjusting the phone. “How much?”
“All of it.”
Graciella swallowed hard. One of the hardest things she had to deal with in her adult life was being in debt. She hated being at the mercy of anyone, especially a man like Viko Fedorov.
“I’m listening.”
“Kill him.”
“Who?”
He laughed, the sound crawling up her spine. “Who else? The killer of kings.”
Chapter Six
A couple of hours later, Boss sat in Viko’s chair. The man had a nasty cigar habit. After cutting up the expensive, pretentious smokes, he sat back, dirty boots on the desk, and waited. After a short time, his cock had finally gone down, but he had a feeling that was more due to his persistence in thinking about bad shit than actually taming his own arousal. When it came to Graciella, he didn’t think straight. She made him want so many things.
He had no doubt in his mind that if he wanted to, he could have fucked her hard and fast, even got her close to coming, but she expected that. She’d tensed up. Her body screaming for him to stop, even while her lips remained closed. He hated it. The only way he would ever take Graciella to bed was when she was ready.
Graciella didn’t realize it yet, but they were connected. He didn’t know the whys of it. No woman had ever held his attention long enough for him to give a shit. There was something different about her and it wasn’t her ability to fight either, although that was a huge attraction. She could handle herself but he detected a vulnerability. No one had taken care of her, showed her love—not without a price.