Page 8 of His to Bedevil

After he swings me around for an entire song, the next song is a little sexier and more risqué. It almost reminds me of the song “Señorita” by some pop duet. Losing myself in the music, I move my body in a seductively serpentine way, with the dude grinding up behind me. I can feel his boner digging into my lower back, but I don’t consider it an insult to know that he finds me or my dancing attractive. He’s also pretty hot, and I could use a hot lay after all the stress of the last few days.

When his palms slide up the front of my thighs then land on my hips, I let him move his face closer to my neck. As we still undulate our hips against each other, something catches my eye in the crowd, and it takes every single ounce of my temperance not to let my fortitude waver as he stares directly at me. His face gives away nothing as he remains staid in the crowd dancing around him. It’s as if he were a cliff with waves crashing against him and I’m about to step off the precipice.

I’m like a deer caught in the headlights, entrapped and ensnared by the Cuban king.

Alejandro

Her hair is long and reddish in the sunlight, and her nose is smaller, but I know it’s her. She could have any hair color and the rest of her features could be any other shape or size, but I can’t forget those green eyes. Those piercing green eyes that burned right through me, licking my soul with white-hot flames. No one and nothing have ever moved me the way she did with one single glance. I feel it in my gut that her supple little body was made for my large hands.

Those bold green eyes of hers make it lucid that she sees me too as they home in on me. Somependejohas his hands all over her, and it infuriates me. I want to tear him in half and snatch the little sneak right off the street in broad daylight. Glancing around quickly, I see that I am not the only one hypnotized by the stunning redhead who moves like a goddess, seducing the great Zeus himself. Fuck, I need to get my hands on her.

Closing her eyes, she leans her head back, and giving him better access only fuels the wrathful fire within me. Her curvy hips swaying, the skin of her flat, bare stomach glowing, her long and toned legs swivel and bend. I pray she did not do anything when she snuck into my office. It would be such a waste to have to kill her. She’s stunning.

When thependejopresses his mouth to her neck, my feet begin moving with a mind of their own. I’m only a few yards away from her when her green eyes pop open, and I see a flash of fear in them, confirming my suspicions were correct. I have the right girl.

As soon as I’m within close proximity of her, she stops dancing, and thependejolifts his head to see why. When he meets my gaze, recognition paints his face, and he backs away, knowing this would be a fight he wouldn’t even have a chance in. Curling my lips into a cold smile, I yank her into me by her hips, pressing my groin into her belly and flexing my fingers. Her eyes widen tremulously, and her body is slightly trembling.

“Dance with me,mi amor,” I say in a low voice. I don’t know why the term “my love” slips from my lips, but it seems fitting.

As I sway my hips against hers, she follows my lead. Her arms hang loosely at her sides, so I bring them up to wrap around my neck, making sure to languidly drag my fingers across her creamy skin along the way. The way her body is now pressed against mine, leaving not an ounce of space, and the way she stares up at me with those green eyes, she has myrabothrobbing. I have to have her. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Like a precious little doll.

Her citrusy scent fills my lungs when I deeply inhale. “Your body trembles.” My voice is rough, only making her tremble more. My hands move of their own accord and slide down to her perfectly round bottom, and her eyes widen in indignation.

She tries to push away from me, but I only grip her tighter. “Jamonero.”Pervert, she hisses, and it makes me grin.

“I’m sorry, my love.Me tienes el rabo hincado.”You have my dick swollen.My voice is now menacing, and the fear in her eyes turns into fire. Fire from desire and excitement, and as soon as she realizes it herself, she replaces it with a scowl.

The song ends and turns into another upbeat one. People are twirling around us, but we stay locked in this sensual sway of ours. “I have somewhere I have to be.” Her voice is sweet and so melodic. I need to hear more of it. I’d love nothing more than to toss her over my shoulder and run away with her kicking and screaming, but I don’t feel like dealing with the ramifications today. I’ve already had to deal with rushing through my meeting earlier and almost fucked it up because I couldn’t get this vixen out of my head. For now, I have to let her walk away.

“Till we meet again,mi amor.” I step back, releasing my grip from her tightculo, one I can’t wait to mark up. Taking her hand in mine, I bring it up to my lips, keeping my eyes locked with hers. I place a soft kiss to it, and I can feel her entire body tense up.

She gives me a tight smile and then briskly walks away. I’m standing there smiling when Berto’s voice echoes in my ear. “Is that her?”

I give an imperceptible nod of my head, knowing he can see me. “Follow her, but don’t engage.”

Stalking her like my prey, I let her put some distance between us before I follow her myself. “And if she runs?” Berto asks.

“Then catch her,” I confirm. “But do not hurt her,” I say in a vicious tone. If anyone gets to hurt her, it’ll be me.

I spot my men scattered throughout the crowd, all heading in the same direction asmi pequita. She tries her best to walk at a normal pace and pretend that she is just enjoying the festival, but I believe her to be guileful. She knows she is caught, and she will try to find an opportunity to run. Though she has yet to learn that however deep her duplicity runs, my sagacity runs deeper. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without it.

I watch her slip into a restaurant, and I order a few men to stay put out front while I meet the rest around the back. She’ll most likely try to slip out a back entrance or even a window. And we’ll be waiting for her.

Rounding the building, I’m instantly imbued with violent rage. Diego has his arms wrapped around her from behind, pinning her arms down, and one of my men is charging at her with ill intent. “Puta!” he spits, and backhands her, snapping her head to the side.

Before I can form a single thought, I slip my knife out and grab him from behind, slicing his throat open. His hands fly up to his open throat as he crumbles to the ground, drowning and gurgling on his own blood. I’m still seething as my chest rapidly rises and falls. When I take my focus off my fallen man, I meet the eyes of a horrified woman. She seems to gawk at me with more disdain than actual fear. As if offended that I killed in her honor.

Luckily, the back of the building here is more of an ally and no one is around to witness any of this. It’ll be easier to clean up. Crouching down, I wipe the blood from my knife onto the guard who sealed his fate when he defied my orders and hurt her. That’s when I notice the bleeding from his side. I arch a questioning eyebrow at the tiny ball of fire.

Slipping my knife back into my pocket, I rise to my feet and approach her. “Why were you in my office? Who are you?” I say in a steady but firm tone.

She lifts her chin up in defiance and tries to yank free, but she’s no match for Diego. Taking a glance at him, I realize he has a cut on his cheek and it’s beginning to bruise. I smirk and look back down at her. She’s a fighter, and apparently a good one. My eyes slowly roam down her body as if checking her out, but I want to make sure she isn’t hurt anywhere other than her right cheek, which is red and swollen now. I see a small knife lying on the ground next to her, covered in blood. I guess she had stabbed Julio, and that’s what set him off. It doesn’t matter though. I gave orders not to harm her, and he disobeyed me.

Crouching down again, I pick up her little pocketknife and study it. Wiping the blood off of it onto Julio, I pocket it as I stand again. Meeting her eyes, I step in closer. “You’re not going to at least beg for mercy?” I ask, cocking my head to one side.

“You peg me for the begging type?” she practically hisses.

Oh, I’ll get you to beg, mi amor.

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