Page 34 of Ruthless Oath

A busy night was ahead of me. Milo would follow my lead no matter what, but I needed him to get security in place. I also wanted to make sure the cartel shipments were in order. I couldn’t have the cartel or the other families thinking I didn’t know what I was doing. Not at such a crucial time.

My father depended on me to get things done in his absence, and I had already veered far from the original plan. I needed to right this ship and fast.

“I’ll get you something to eat and then show you to your new room.” I kissed the side of her neck. “This experience will be as pleasant as you make it.”

She rested the back of her head on my shoulder, and I slid my hand up her stomach to rest it just below her breasts. I moved my hand enough to push her nipples out of the top of the plunging neckline of the dress.

“I’m going to ask you a question, and I want an honest answer this time.” I swiped my thumb along her exposed nipple, and she tensed. I played a dangerous game when it came to her, but I couldn’t deny the attraction between us.

“Did you wear this dress for me?” I tweaked her nipple, fighting the urge to spin her around and take it between my teeth.

“I told you, I dress like this for me.” She swirled her hips, grazing my erection with her tight ass. “If it makes you hard, that’s a bonus.”

I turned her to face me, pulling her close. Her chest hit mine as I took her chin in my hand. “You’ve totally fucked up my whole world.”

In a matter of days, I’d gone from focused and in control to impulsive and indecisive.

“Maybe you need me in your world. The universe put me here for a reason.”

“I can think of a few reasons you’re here.”

I lowered my gaze to her lips before claiming them. Her softness meshed against my hard form, allowing me to take the lead and release the beast she would have no idea what to do with.

She held onto my biceps, trying to steady herself from the force of my mouth on hers. I had never been one for long kissing sessions. I liked going for the good stuff—the tight, hot, wet, good stuff—but with her, the back and forth aroused me. I wanted to savor the chase.

How long could I keep this chase up before I unleashed everything? How long before I fucked the daughter of my enemy?

She broke the kiss with a gasp and gazed at the floor. The blaze of the fire heated her flesh while illuminating it with an enticing glow. When she made eye contact with me, uncertainty shone in hers.

Where had her confidence gone?

“You wanted my help.” I ran my fingers through her silky locks. “Now that you have it, you will be paying your debt in full any way I see fit. And I do meananyway I see fit.”

Eight

Lissia

The late morningsun flooded in from the large windows of my new bedroom. The night had been restless, but not because I was in a strange bed out in the middle of nowhere.

My sleepless night had been the result of knowing Marchello slept in the room next to me. Every time I closed my eyes, images of his eyes haunted me. The memory of his kiss was embedded in my mind.

Why did I want more?

My sore lips ached for another round of harsh kisses. There was nothing gentle about him, but that didn’t bother me.

Why doesn’t it bother me?

I wanted him to make good on the promises his dark gaze held. I needed him to touch me like no other ever had, even if I shouldn’t desire someone as crass and as mean as he was.

Did he even like me? There was a physical attraction between us, but how could I be drawn to someone who thought so little of me—who took me hostage and threatened to kill my father?

Rummaging through the packages someone had left for me while I was in the shower, I had to say I was impressed with the selection. Whoever picked out these things had fabulous taste and a limitless credit card. There were so many.

The soft, gray sweatpants were a good choice for now, and I selected a pair of the lace, pink boy shorts and the cute little tank top to go with them.

Did Marchello think about me when he bought them? Would I wear them for him?

The amount of clothes was excessive, even for me. How long did he plan on keeping me here?

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