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Ever since finding out his man Manuel had double-crossed him, he’d been on a killing spree. The devil in him had been released and couldn’t be contained.
“Since he thinks of me as his personal slave, I guess I’ll be going down with him.”
“I’ll never let that happen,” he said. “You know who Manuel was working with in the cartel?”
She nodded.
“Don’t tell Viko. I’m going to make him a deal he can’t refuse.”
Graciella cocked her head. “What are you up to, Boss?” She ran her fingers through his hair.
“I want you to be mine, only mine,” he said.
“You want to own me.”
He growled. “Call it what you will. It works both ways.”
“Are you telling me you’ll never crave your weekly specials?”
Graciella was jealous to a fault. She believed she had reason, but Boss had never been more sincere. Just thinking about all those nameless whores made his stomach churn.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. A king is nothing without his queen.”
She smiled at that.
“You’re the best at everything, or so they say. Prove it to me.”
“Last week wasn’t enough?”
“This time I’ll keep score.”
This woman drove him wild. She wasn’t afraid of him and didn’t hold back her thoughts. It fucking turned him on to have a strong woman put him in his place. Of course, he let Graciella get away with murder. No other person pushed his buttons and lived to tell about it.
He leaned in and kissed her. The room was soundproofed, leaving only the sounds of their breathing. She began stripping herself, not breaking the kiss. When she pulled back, she was only in her bra and panties.
“Take your shirt off,” she said. “I want to touch you.”
Boss tugged his shirt off and slipped out of his shoulder harness, placing them on his desk.
“Let’s play a game,” she said.
“Okay.”
She ran her fingers down his chest and along his six-pack. “Where’d you get this scar?”
He looked down at one of the gashes on his stomach. It took him a minute to even remember there were so many damn scars. “Shrapnel wound. I had to cut it out myself. Is it my turn?”
She nodded.
He kissed his way down her body until he was on one knee. Boss rubbed his face against her panties, making her jolt. Then he touched a deep scar on her lower stomach. “Where’s this from?”
Her body tensed.
“They wanted to be sure I’d never get pregnant. Pregnant girls were a liability.”
“Fuck this game,” he said, scooping her up into his arms. “No one will hurt you again.”
He’d had enough of the sadness, the guilt, the shame. Nothing from her past could surprise him or make his feelings change. All he wanted to do was make his woman happy.
