Devil's Claim: A Dark Mafia Romance (Devil's Syndicate Book 2), page 7
Kruz’s mouth was twisted, his chest rising and falling. “I like pleasing you.”
“And I adore you doing it.” Were my words even making any sense any longer? I rode his hand, desperately wanting him to go deeper.
It would seem he had no intentions of allowing me to orgasm on his hand. He pulled it free and I moaned. But almost instantly, he filled my tight channel with his cock and I smacked my head against the wall. Holy fuck, the man felt like a taste of heaven right here on Earth.
“Fuck. Fuck a duck. Oh, that is so…”
He eyed me quizzically. The man had three emotions. Pissed. Famished. Amused. Every one had a different breathing pattern, a new tone of voice.
And mostly, a distinctive look in his eyes. I’d seen all three men nestled inside more than once, yet I could swear today’s facial expression held something else entirely.
What that was I couldn’t ascertain. That would take getting to know him, digging inside the tough persona and finding what made him tick. One thing I knew for certain.
That would never happen. Not only because he wasn’t that kind of man, but because he’d be leaving soon. At least I’d have the lingering memories.
He grasped my right leg under the thigh, slowly lifting it higher. The rough pads of his fingers as he stroked my skin felt incredibly invigorating. I was shocked when my leg was suddenly resting just under his arm.
“What if I wasn’t that nimble?” I asked and pointed my shoeless toes.
“There are certain things a man just knows.” He lowered his head, his eyes remaining on mine until the last minute, then kissing the skin just below my knee.
I almost erupted into a wild orgasm at that very moment.
The sensations increased as he licked and nipped, finally sliding his cock almost entirely free. I felt myself clawing his arm, arching my back all over again to keep him from removing it entirely. Goddamn the man, his dark chuckle indicating just how masterful he was.
He thrust into me again, allowing me to curl my leg as he repeated the action. My pussy was still sore from the night before, but there was no way I would whine and ask him to stop.
I wanted this as much as he did.
Just attempting to meet every brutal thrust was stimulating, the jolts of current racing to a crazy peak. We were both panting, his actions becoming rougher. I tried to meet every thrust, but he was simply too powerful, too… intense. My mind was a fantastic blur other than concentrating on how damn good it felt.
Kruz refused to stop even as the tension from his need for satisfaction was increasing. He was waiting, refusing to come until I did. I could feel it. I knew it with certainty.
The pounding was even harder, making it impossible not to make sounds. There was no way of stopping them. We were both swallowed up by the pleasure. With nothing else I could do, I simply let go, gripping his arms and squeezing my legs against his.
The sweep of sensations brought me straight into pure rapture as a climax rushed into my system. Thankfully, I was able to keep from screaming, although my arms were flailing to the point someone had to know something fishy was going on behind the closed curtain.
So what?
That had become my new attitude. No longer was I some shrinking violet, prepared to apologize for what I wanted.
No, what I deserved.
Fuck the rest of the world.
I squeezed my muscles, grinning at him as he continued fucking me. With a smirk on his face, he winked. The man was a true savage. He drove me against the wall, once… Twice.
Four times as the round of ecstasy swept into a second.
Was he going for a third?
Kruz clenched his jaw and I knew he was close. With three final thrusts, he released. Just watching his expression as he slowly tilted his head toward the ceiling was like indulging in a prize fight.
I loved every second of it.
And just like that, he slipped free of the wetness, the twinkle in his eyes as much of a draw as everything else about him.
As I smoothed down the wrinkled dress, he shoved his cock into his pants and disappeared, leaving me to continue trembling all the way to my toes.
I laughed, finally turning toward the wall so I wouldn’t be heard. A full two minutes later and finally in control of myself, I changed back into my cheap but comfortable dress, taking the one that engaged with me in carnal activity out to the store floor where Kruz was waiting in a chair.
Just like the king I knew he believed himself to be.
“What about the dress?” I asked, holding it up in front of me as I’d done so many times before.
With four of the clerks watching, he rose to his feet. All six and a half feet of him. He came closer, whisking his finger under my chin. “Not this one. I believe it’s soiled.”
CHAPTER 8
Kruz
There was nothing like fucking a beautiful woman.
Especially one who responded the way Christine had since the beginning.
“Boss. Did you hear me?”
Sighing, I chuckled to myself as I tried to narrow my thoughts so I could concentrate. “I heard you, Benito.”
“We’re in position, boss,” Benito said.
As soon as I stepped onto the aggregate, I scanned the entire perimeter. “If you see any sign of Fassi, let me know. Otherwise, keep an eye on every guest. We still don’t know the full extent of who he’s playing with.”
“Yeah, I know. The guest list is a who’s who of Miami society.”
That was true enough. If the horrifically expensive sports cars and sedans were any indication, every member of the rich and famous had been invited to the party. “A lure for Fassi.” The man had suffered with the loss of his diamonds, but if the latest intel was correct, he was prepared to resurface. “Perhaps he’s learned the art of finesse.”
The elusive Ms. Cordello had gone all out with hiring several valets. I tossed the young man my keys as he approached before heading to the other side of the Ferrari, opening Christine’s door. Just catching sight of her long legs as she stepped from the vehicle was enough to remind me why tasting her again wasn’t a good idea.
I could get lost on those legs.
She was stunning, the dress I’d insisted on purchasing absolutely dazzling on her.
One of many that I’d required her to try on again. The impromptu fashion show had been incredible. Now my cock was aching just thinking about the earlier round of fucking. I could get used to the feel of her pussy muscles clamping around my dick.
Christine glanced at me and smoothed down the front of the body-hugging material, as if she needed to wipe away the wrinkles. There were none. The dress had been made for her. Even the way she’d wore her hair in a loose bun was sexy as hell. Her expression matched mine.
One of pure, unadulterated sin.
“Fassi?” Benito snorted. “He’s like a bull in a china shop, boss.”
Yes, he was. The Moroccan had yet to learn that controlling people often involved more subtle gestures than blood and violence. Granted, the Torres regime was based on wielding power with guns, muscle, and threats, but over the years, other methods had proven just as effective.
Although I wouldn’t hesitate to drive a bullet into Fassi’s brain if I was afforded the opportunity.
“Incidentally, the package you ordered will be delivered later tonight.”
A smile finally formed on my face as I buttoned my jacket and wrapped my arm around Christine’s waist. While I’d be wise to leave her as soon as feasible, that didn’t mean I couldn’t ensure aspects of comfort were added to her life. “Excellent.”
With the conversation ended, we moved to the front door and were immediately greeted.
“Business?” she whispered. In her hand was the present she’d carefully wrapped.
“Always.”
She shook her head. “I told you this party was going to be excessive. My gift will pale in comparison. Look at all the glorious presents.”
“Your friend will appreciate whatever you purchased.”
“Yeah, she will. Thankfully, they aren’t opened at the party. By the way, I hope you can enjoy yourself for a little while. You spent such a ludicrous amount of money today that you should allow yourself to indulge in the free drinks and food.” She laughed and the sound captured more than just my attention.
“Are you complaining?” I asked and resisted pinching her taut nipple. What would the guests think?
Her entire face pinched. “You didn’t need to do that, but I can’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy myself.”
“As if you haven’t noticed, I only do things that I wish to do. With you by my side, I’m certain to have a good time just like we did earlier today.”
She sighed and waved at someone. I sensed she was pretending and doing a damn good job of it. “You are so bad. Don’t think flattery will get you anywhere, Kruz. I should ask. What do I say to people if they want to know your last name?”
I’d thought about that very thing more than once. If the Torres reputation had made its way to Miami, why not allow a small level of the fear of God to slither into people’s minds? Being here was nothing more than leaving my calling card. Doing so could eventually aid in garnering important information, especially if mistakes were made. “Blanco.”
“Kruz Blanco,” she repeated. “Very romantic. You’re either an arms dealer or a hired assassin. I haven’t determined that yet.”
“Keep trying, my beautiful companion.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
We strolled through the living room and I was drawn in by the impressive views as well as the square footage. I noticed a pool that wrapped around on two sides of the property and with the sun just beginning to slide into the ocean, twinkling lights in various palm trees added to the festive atmosphere.
“Thank you for having the cake delivered earlier today,” she told me. “I don’t know you at all, but you surprise me and that’s rare.” As soon as we passed by one of two tables holding presents, she put hers down, hiding it under two others. The woman intrigued me more and more.
“You’re not a servant, Christine. It was the least I could do.”
There was nothing worse in my mind than being at a party attended by the repulsively rich and opportunistic vultures commanding time and space. Demanding Christine make the cake. In my mind, Tonya was doing nothing more than attempting to make Christine look bad. Women could be petty, but my instinct told me there was a very personal reason for the woman’s frontal attack.
I was a rich man myself, so I understood the craving for power, the lure that greed controlled, but when I was nothing more than a bystander, I was truly disgusted by the pomp and circumstance. I was here to play the dutiful boyfriend while observing Tonya so I could determine if Fassi was even in town.
Or if his men had discovered our travel plans and decided to crash my party. My soldiers had discussed the drug and slave trade activity in Miami and bordering countries with the necessary allies. That could be the reason for the discovery of our position and the subsequent attempted shakedown, but the jury was still out. I’d thought about rousting the pig who’d potentially led us on a wild goose chase, but knew nothing good would come from it.
If I discovered Tonya Cordello had anything to do with Fassi’s men coming ridiculously close to ending my life, I’d need to break the promise made to my lovely companion.
I’d kill her.
And I’d feel zero remorse about it.
In the meantime, I could be a dutiful watchdog to Christine as well.
I glanced around the room, noticing the cake positioned in the back of a long conference room-style table. Other dishes had been pushed in front, the ability to even get to the cake limited. Hissing, I pulled Christine closer. The crowd was large, the guests glistening in jewels and expensive fabrics, the women perfectly coiffed while the men exuded power.
The surroundings were luxurious, the open estate located on a pristine jetty in the most fashionable part of Miami Beach. Water lapped the edge of the property, yachts easily seen from one side, a spectacular view of several neon-clad businesses from another.
“Oh, lookie. There’s my disgusting cake hiding behind some fancy truffles. At least it wasn’t trashed. No doubt Tonya will have something to say about my piss poor baking skills.”
“Then she’ll be forced to endure a conversation with me. I doubt she’ll like it very much.”
“You aren’t going to hurt her. Correct? I know what you said before, but I’m double checking. I don’t like when people lie to me. I’ve had enough of that in my life to last forever.”
The amount of chemistry we shared was almost as dangerous as being seen. But delightful nonetheless. She was dropping clues about her life like crumbs left for a black bear. “Unless it’s necessary.”
She sighed but said nothing as we continued walking through the guests, most of which stole glances in our direction.
“Just so you know. I hate these things,” she said from beside me.
Her comment was as if she’d attended more than a few in her lifetime.
“Yes, so do I. They highlight the worst in people.”
“Come on, Kruz,” she said as she tipped her head toward me. “I have the distinct feeling you’re a powerful man in your home country. I imagine you sipping cocktails on a patio much like the one outside those doors being waited on hand and foot by a pack of servants.”
“You might be surprised, mi pequeño pastel.”
“What? No huge staff catering to your needs?”
I chuckled and nuzzled her ear as a woman drew close, her eyes pinned on my beautiful companion. I’d seen the kind of look the unknown woman was tossing in Christine’s direction several times before. My instant bristling was no longer a surprise. I’d felt Christine’s building anxiety from the moment I’d eased her into the passenger seat of the Ferrari I’d rented.
Perhaps I’d been foolish to do so, but when in Rome was the saying. Plus, she deserved to feel like a queen if only for one day.
“Uh-oh. The female tarantula is headed in our direction,” she said through gritted teeth, but she’d managed to keep a sweet smile on her face.
As soon as a waiter passed carrying lavish flutes filled with champagne, I relieved him of two glasses, handing her one. When I kissed Christine’s cheek, she shuddered in my hold.
Tonya made a face as expected and turned away.
“Very subtle but effective,” Christine said. “I appreciate it.”
“Anything for my accomplice.”
She gave me a dirty look. “Accomplice has a catchy ring to it. Maybe I wouldn’t mind watching her discomfort increase.”
I laughed softly, pushing her forward. The woman had no idea that not only had she taken my breath away, but that there wasn’t a single man in the room who hadn’t noticed her when she’d walked in. I’d immediately felt a twinge of jealousy. “Neither would I.”
The story I’d been told about her son had resonated with me all day. My first reaction upon hearing it lingered.
I was pissed.
Enough so a thought had furrowed in the back of my mind. If I had time, I’d act on it. That would depend on how today went and the days afterward.
Christine obviously didn’t know many people at the party. They were usually attended by those the two sets of parents believed would bring the most glitz to the table. In other words, the kind of presents that were expected for children of extreme wealth.
She turned toward me, pressing her hand against my chest. “Is this a full-service date?” Her eyes opened wide almost as soon as she asked the question. “I mean, do you dance? I have no idea. In fact, I know almost nothing about you. Except…” The light flush appearing on her cheeks boosted my hunger all over again.
“It’s better that you don’t.”
“So elusive.”
“Another way I stay alive.” I pulled her close, doing my best to enjoy the music. As we swayed back and forth, I gathered a sense we were being watched.
“You’re very confusing, Kruz. You like to play the badass card, but I sense a softness to you.”
“You sense wrong.” I pulled her even closer, constantly scanning the area.
“Haven’t you figured out yet? I’m never wrong.”
I wrapped my hand around her jaw. The move was entirely too possessive. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Dancing with her was entirely too dangerous for a man like me. The seconds turned into minutes and far too many people were watching us. If anyone here was working with Fassi, an alert had already gone out. She obviously felt me stiffen and pulled away.
“I need some air,” she said. “This is far too oppressive, but thank you for the dance.”
When she tried to pull away from me altogether, I snatched her closer. “You need to remain close to me tonight. Is that understood?”
“You expect something to happen.”
“Not necessarily.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
I guided her out the set of French doors. “Tell me again how you became friends with such an oppressive crowd.”
Her laugh was stilted. “I went to college with Chloe. She’s not at all like the pompous pigs wolfing down thousand-dollar bites of caviar. Oops. Did I say that?”
I pressed my hand against the small of her back, a completely possessive gesture. “I’m glad to hear it and you did.”
“When I arrived in town, she introduced me to several people and we all got along. Suddenly, Tonya was along for the ride. Chloe’s parents are wealthy, but more down to earth. I don’t think she’ll like this anymore than I do, but the man she’s marrying is very important.” She laughed, but I heard a glitch in her tone, enough of a change I knew there was another story lurking somewhere in the shadows.
“Money is the root of all evil. I’m certain you’ve heard that before.”
“Of course, but money is also the easiest method of gaining freedom. As long as you don’t become absorbed in the venom flowing freely from the chains surrounding it.”
