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He’d been in a state of arousal all day, knowing what and who awaited him, but this?
He wanted to fuck her.
He couldn’t see her face or make out her expression, but Toro didn’t move into the room. He didn’t know what he’d do if he was within touching range. He might beast out on her, and he couldn’t do that. He needed his wits about him. This wasn’t one of his usual partners.
This was motherfucking Seraphina Cook. She ran a criminal empire heavily involved in guns, drugs, and countless other illegal yet highly lucrative activities. A queen. A boss. Dangerous, powerful, regal. Untouchable, but not to him. He got to have her. Soon, he’d get the chance to strip her bare and bask in all that power she wielded so effortlessly. So sexily. His fingers twitched, wanting to skim the length of her legs, force them apart, and delve into all the wet secrets she hid from him.
“You’re late.” She sipped from a champagne glass he hadn’t even noticed, too entranced by the sight of her.
Toro narrowed his eyes. “You kept me waiting,” he rasped.
She hummed and uncrossed her legs, shifting her weight to her left side, before crossing them again. He watched her every move with his mouth dry. “Were you granted permission to enter?”
“No.”
“Yet, here you are.” He didn’t see her smile, but he heard that shit.
“I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he growled.
“But you didn’t wait, did you?” she responded smugly.
Already the games had started with her. Toro took a deep breath and moved farther into the room, sidestepping the candles until he hovered over her. She leaned back, staring up at him with the slightest smirk on her face, her gaze raking over him, undressing him.
Why her?
He’d been cautioned about her.She’s homicidal. Out of her mind.Violent and unhinged.She has no code.Out of all the people he could want, why Seraphina Cook? There was always an angle, always layers of bullshit to dig through before he got to any semblance of real with her. And he didn’t know why he wanted that at all.
“I’m not here for your games,” he warned her softly. “If that’s what this next month’s about, let’s call this off right now.”
She gazed up at him from under her lashes as she sipped her champagne. When she swallowed, he swallowed too. Her chin lifted slowly. “This next month is all about me,” she spoke, as if explaining math to a child. “It’s about whatever I want it to be, Toro. And if I want to play with you…” Her lashes lifted fully, exposing the lust in her wide eyes as she fucked him with her stare and her words. “Then I will.”
He couldn’t look away from her, from her bald head and heavy tits, to those shiny legs he’d kill to have wrapped around his waist. “You think it’s that easy, don’t you?” He shook his head with a chuckle. “You think I’m one of the guards you give orders to, or maybe—” He stepped closer until his knee was brushing hers. The pulse at the base of her neck showed itself then and the banked fire in his veins flared to life. “Maybe you mistake me for one of the weak boys you fuck then discard.” Lowering his voice, he continued, “You mistake me for someone who won’t give as much as he gets.” He bent and touched her knee, biting back a grin when she stiffened. God, her skin was indescribably soft. “I will take pleasure in exposing all the ways in which you are wrong,” he whispered, lightly scraping his nails over her skin without breaking eye contact.
Her lips parted, and she shifted again, moving away from his touch.
He straightened.
She was almost two decades older than him, but he wanted nobody like he wanted her. She could never know the lines he’d cross and the lives he’d ruin in her name.
“I don’t make mistakes,” she shot at him.
Toro barked a laugh. “Your first mistake was letting me know how desperately you want my cock.” She didn’t blink. “Your second was allowing me into your house because Seraphina—” He bent again, this time leaning fully over her, inhaling her intoxicating scent as he stared into her eyes. “—now that I’m here, I’m not leaving until I destroy you.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Many have tried.” She mocked him, but her words weren’t as steady as they should have been.
“Many weren’t me.” He palmed her throat, his entire body tightening when her lashes fluttered. She had no defenses against him and she wasn’t even aware of it. He’d show her, and he’d prove that she didn’t need any. Not with him. Her pulse hammered against his touch and he lowered his head until he felt her rapid breaths on his lips. Her hungry gaze dropped to his mouth, then she tore it away as if she were angry at herself. She didn’t know how much he wanted to give it to her.
Something crashed to the floor, the champagne glass she’d been holding, and then her hand was on him, her long nails scraping his stomach as she reached under his waistband. “There’s only one thing I want from you, Toro.”
He grunted, gritting his teeth as he angled his lower half away from her. Goddamn, he’d dreamt of her hands on him. Her long-nailed fingers digging into him, ripping away his skin as he fucked himself into her bloodstream. But not yet, not now. He moved his hand from her throat, gliding between her tits and down her stomach, stopping where the robe was tied at her middle. He didn’t look away from her as he fumbled for the sashes and tugged on them until they released, robe parting to expose her nakedness.
Fuck. Her.
Fuck that glistening expanse of brown skin he wanted to spend candlelit nights devouring. Fuck her mouth that lied to him with every word she uttered. He touched her again, her soft stomach and downward, delving between thick thighs that she parted for him. She smelled faintly of peonies, and her heat drew him in until he was helpless to do anything else but slide two fingers through trimmed curls and into her.
He hissed.
She hissed.
