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“What do you want with him?” Daniel asked.
“Anything my depraved mind can think up.” She turned to Toro then. “And just so we’re clear, I will enjoy it.”
Toro fisted his hands. So this was how she was gonna play it, maneuvering him. They didn’t have time, but if they did he would show her just what he thought of her machinations.
“Toro, it is your choice.” His uncle turned to him, but Toro shook his head with a snort.
“Not really, but I will do it for you. For Stavros.” And he would make her regret ever thinking she could use him the way she probably used all the other men in her life.
“Hmm. So selfless.” Seraphina rolled her eyes.
“You get one month from me,” Toro informed her. It took effort to keep his tone cool and under control. “Nothing more.”
She chuckled, touching his chin with the tip of one finger. “Keep telling yourself that.” Then she dropped her hand and stepped back, demeanor all business again as she shared what she knew about the men who’d taken Stavros. When she was done, Daniel expressed his gratitude.
“Of course.” She smiled sweetly as they headed for the door. “Toro, I’ll see you soon.”
They found Stavros, thanks in no small part to Seraphina’s intel. Toro owed her. Nobody had to tell him that for him to know; she was a woman whoalwayscollected.
1
She made him wait.
Toro had ignored the blatant come-ons from the flight attendant during his short flight from Atlanta to Delaware in order to focus on all the ways in which Seraphina Cook could make him lose his shit, and still…he hadn’t anticipated she’d make him wait.
He sat in the back of the car she’d sent to pick him up at the airport, fingers tapping on his right knee. She wanted a month with him, had wrestled the agreement from him while doing a favor for his uncle, effortlessly herding them into a trap Toro had never wanted to be caught in.
He was a man of his word, though.
So, here he was. Except Seraphina was nowhere in sight. She’d sent her guards to greet him, to stall him. Four of them stood just outside the car, whispering among themselves, their confused gazes seesawing from him in the car to the house they were parked in front of. It was after ten at night, and the resentment he’d been battling from the moment Seraphina trapped him in this ridiculous agreement reared up again.
If it wasn’t for his uncle, Toro would have told her to fuck off. She’d known that too, cunning woman. He loathed her as much as he wanted her.
He yanked open his door and stepped out, ignoring the guards and their stupid words as he strode to the house.
“Sir, she’s not ready for you yet.”
Yes, the fuck she was. If she knew what was good for her, she’d better be.
“Sir, our orders are—”
He tuned them out. They’d have to shoot him to prevent him from getting into that house. They wouldn’t because she hadn’t given that order. And she wouldn’t because she wanted his face between her legs more than she wanted to prove a point about his disrespect.
He knew Seraphina Cook, knew what she wanted.
She thought she knew him.
But he had a month to show her all the ways in which she was dead wrong.
He kicked the front door in and entered the dark house. He expected more guards to greet him, but there was no one, only a faint light flickering from under a door down a hallway to his left. He turned in that direction, pushing the door open hard enough for it to bang against the wall.
Light from various candles flickered, illuminating a mostly empty room with naked white walls and bare dark wood floors.
She sat in the middle of the room in an armchair surrounded by candles placed along the floor, shoulders back, legs crossed, wearing a long emerald-colored silk robe that gaped at her tits and parted at her hip, exposing a thigh and the obscenity of her miles-long legs, smooth and shiny. He was familiar with every inch of her deep brown skin. And though he’d never had the privilege to touch her, his palms twitched as if they already knew the warm smoothness of her bald head. From the moment he’d noticed her from across a crowded room, he’d imagined staring into her hazel eyes with the corners upturned just the tiniest bit, framed by lush lashes.
He’d mentally tossed out all his usual masturbation images too. Her full lips, high cheekbones, and disdainful expression were all he needed to get off every time.
Fuck. Her.
