Page 32 of Bound to the Crime Lord

In one fluid motion, he threw me over his shoulder and began walking toward the exit of the club while everyone stared at us.

“Put me down!” I hit his back but I knew that the impact caused little to no harm at all to him. “Do you hear me, Manuel?”

I felt the heavy hand of his palm hit my ass hard, shocking me into silence.

“Unless you want me to fuck you the exact way you want right here, right now,amor, I suggest you keep quiet and let me take you to the car. You’ve had your fill tonight.”

I opened my mouth to speak again, but I thought better of it.

Damn him.

Chapter Fifteen

Juliette POV

Manuel had plopped me into the car like a damn child and buckled me in my seat belt. I didn’t want to fight him, so I just sat in my seat, seething like red hot iron. Not only was I annoyed he had ruined my chance at getting laid tonight, but now I was flooded with thoughts of him all over again.

Now that the waves of alcohol-induced thoughts had passed and I had sobered up, my spirits had dropped. Not only had I gone out seeking a one-night-stand with a random stranger, but I had also done so in Chicago’s most notorious Drug Lord's workplaces.

This was not at all how I had imagined tonight going. There had been a part of me that had thought my one-night-stand plan was a good idea. But now that sense had found its way to my brain again, I realized that I had indeed lost the plot. I could not solve my craving for Manuel by trying to satiate it with the feel of another man.

“Your thoughts are very loud,amor.” His voice filled the Mercedes for the first time since we left the club. His eyes wereset on the road, but the grip he had on the steering wheel was tight. He looked like he was trying to hold himself, but from the white I could see in his knuckles, I sensed it was a losing battle.

“Can we not talk right now? I’m not only mortified, but I’m cold and in need of my bed.” I whined like the sad little child I felt like. Why did he have to pitch up out of the blue? If only he had been an hour or two later, then I would have at least gotten off. At least I had hoped I would have.

My fingers were bloody useless. The last three attempts I had made to satiate my hunger had all proven fruitless. It wasn’tmytouch my body craved. It wanted the touch of my roommate. But it was that very touch that would prove to be my damnation.

“Were you really going to fuck that idiot had I not shown up?”

His question was unexpected. “Yes, I was.”

“Are you that desperate for a fuck that you need to go and look for it in a random club?”

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Not that random of a club, apparently. And what’s it to you? I’ve heard you get your dick wet every so often in a brothel which I came to realize you own.”

“Who told you that?” The tightness in his voice only confirmed the assumption that I had. It was no secret that Manuel had various business ventures around the city. One of these ventures was a brothel he owned. It was not like one of these dingy little things you would think where in a downtown area with rats running up the wall. No, this ‘fine’ establishment was in one of the finer neighborhoods in the city.

La Rose. That was the name of it.

Did I listen in on private conversations that I had no business listening in on? Yes. But the men had been very loud while I was stitching up one of his injured guys.

“I asked you a question, Juliette.”

It was the way he said my name that had me. If I had been standing, I was sure that my knees would have turned to instant jelly. What was it with my body’s independent reaction to this man? No matter how hard I fought against it, my body just did its own thing when it came to Manuel.

“Does it matter who I heard it from? You cannot judge me for wanting a quick fuck with a random man if you have quick fucks with prostitutes every two to three business days.” Okay, that came out with far more venom than I had intended it to. Manuel came to a stop at a traffic light and took the chance to look my way, but I kept my eyes trained straight ahead.

My defiance didn’t deter him. The man grabbed my chin in his hand and forced my gaze to meet his.

“Did you really think that asshole back there could fuck you the way you described to me in the club?” His intense gaze held mine. “If I remember correctly, you said you wanted a man who could ruin you for everyone else. Do you think that knock-off Ken doll of a man could be that for you?”

Something shifted in the car, the anger and annoyance melting into something hotter and far more dangerous. The tension in the air thickened, filling the air between us.

“I would have made do.”

His gaze darkened. “Really? You would have given that little shit the privilege of putting his dick in your pussy? Are you serious,amor?”

I gulped. “Yes.”

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