Page 15 of Corrupt

“There’s nothing we need to discuss.” The last word leaves her on a hiss as I nip her ear. “Our families—”

“Have history than runs deep, and I want my pound of flesh, Preciosa.” At my words, goose bumps rise across soft flesh and her thighs clench, a minute movement I feel, and I fight back a smile. Instead, my lips hover over her pulse point. “I will call, and you will come to me.”

“I can’t.”

“You will.”

Her eyes narrow, and my cock jerks behind my zipper. “No.”

It’s the wrong thing to say to a man like me. Her denial only enhances my fascination. The need to bend her to my will is a heady pulse flowing through my limbs.

“You’re a dangerous little thing, aren’t you?” My lids lower and I watch her through narrow slits, a groan slipping past my lips when her nipples tighten. The stiff little peaks make my mouth water. They’re pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, demanding my attention, and the soft blush on her cheeks is the icing on this taboo cake. “The sweetest motherfucking temptation, Preciosa.”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” It’s a whine that emits a desperate plea. That causes a few beads of pre-come to slide from the head of my cock and down the underside.

“But I am.” One hand releases the marble and I grip her hip, my eyes flashing open just as she bites down on her lip to hold back the moan fighting to break free. It doesn’t work. The most delicious little mewl slips through, and I follow the tremble of her mouth. My hunger is unhidden, and I lick my own while tightening my hold. “I’m here, and cornering the daughter of Colombia’s president inside of a bar owned by her fiancé—”

“Don’t call him that,” Solimar whimpers, hands shaking while lowering her eyes. Diosito, please get me out of here. Don’t let my attraction control my actions. It’s a whisper under her breath, almost too low to hear, but I do.

Her confession burns me.

Those words seal her fate.

“Is it a lie?” Brow arched, I dig my fingers into her flesh, leaving behind what I know will be a bruise. My mark. The first of many, because Solimar likes my rough and possessive touch—to be manhandled. The way she gasps and slowly gyrates against my hardness shows me as much. “Does he own you?”

The thought of her belonging to anyone doesn’t sit well with me. It angers me. Turns the blood within my veins into molten lava. What is it about you, Solimar?

“No, it’s not…” at her words, my jaw ticks but I don’t interrupt “…not all is as it seems.”

When it comes to her family, it never is.

“You’re right about that, Miss Quintero.” Grey eyes focus once again on my lips, following their movements. I shouldn’t like the way it makes me feel. The temptation she presents or the adrenaline knowing who she is brings forth. “Many truths hide behind angelic veils.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ll be seeing me again, and soon.”

“That can’t and won’t happen.”

Before Solimar’s next intake of breath, I flip her around and tip her face up with two fingers. It’s a firm hold but not painful as my eyes bore into hers, lips a hair’s breadth from hers. “I wasn’t asking, Preciosa. This isn’t a negotiation.”

“My father—”

“Will not be an excuse to hide from me.”

“Why are you here?” she whispers, eyes shifting toward the door as if expecting it to open at any moment. “What do you want from me?”

“All will be explained, but not here.” Releasing her chin, I wrap my hand around Solimar’s neck, fingers flexing as she swallows hard—arches against the sink, head tilted back, but doesn’t tell me to move or let go. I skim up her ribs and the side of her breast before curling the ends of her dark hair between the digits of my other hand. One forceful tug and she hisses, the slight sting making her shiver. “You will come to me when I call. You will never deny me your presence.” Her lips part, the rebuttal sitting on the tip of her tongue, but the words don’t come out as I silence her protest with a nip to the corner of her mouth and pull back. Daring her to defy me. “Is that understood?”

“I’m not a pawn.”

“And I’m not a patient man.”

“Be reasonable.”

“You won’t deny me.”

“Alejandro, I want no part in your war against my family.”