Page 9 of Devil's Property
On a woman with thoughts of slicing my jugular and enjoying watching my life’s blood drain from me, they were spectacular.
My breath was immediately ripped from my lungs, which never happened, but with the bolts of pure, white-hot energy flowing between us, I couldn’t be certain the room wouldn’t catch fire.
I laughed in response, curious as to how far she’d go with her determination to kill me. “Somehow, I doubt you’re a killer. Trust me, I know the type. But please, feel free and prove me wrong.” Since I’d underestimated her, my actions could be considered reckless, but I backed away from her until I reached the table.
My lieutenant was watching me with a pained yet somewhat amused look on his face. Silvio knew I wasn’t the kind of man who suffered fools under any circumstances. I also didn’t take kindly to acts of disrespect or betrayal, the bad form usually driving my brutal nature to the surface. My mood tended to change if either occurred. And women? They were simply pleasures to be savored for finite moments before being driven away, often to their displeasure.
Growing attached to any one thing or person was dangerous, a weakness no one in my world could afford.
With a single look, my most trusted soldier would know what to do if the need presented itself. He’d protect me while honoring my wishes. And in truth, I was eager to see what the woman was made of. The single taste had invigorated my system and I hungered for more.
Plain and simple.
Intentions of killing me aside, I wasn’t eager or ready to let her go.
Visions of driving my cock deep into her sweet pussy fueled something dark and dangerous within me. I had a distinct feeling the woman’s hunger was as intense as mine. If the electricity crackling in the air was any indication, I was right.
“You don’t think I will?”
“Oh, I think you’re the kind of woman who will do anything that comes to her mind. Why don’t you tell me why. I think that’s only fair.”
“I don’t need to tell you anything,” she insisted. Her voice could lure a man to his grave with a smile on his face and his hand on his cock.
“Oh, I insist that you do. Anything that comes to mind.”
Her laugh was even more refreshing, the lilt allowing my balls to tighten. “You won’t like what I have to say.”
“Perhaps not, but I’ll enjoy the presentation. Of that I’m certain.”
“Such an arrogant prick, just like I knew you’d be.”
“Evidently, you’re aware of my reputation.”
“Yes, as an asshole and a killer. That stops today.”
“By whose decision?” I asked, my cock continuing to twitch.
As she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip, a tiny moan escaped her mouth. “Why, that would be me. I’ve worked long and hard to get here. Playtime is over.”
At least she’d dropped a clue. She’d purposely tracked me down. She was obviously American, but she’d somehow known I’d be here. Very clever girl.
Her smile remained beguiling, so much so I found it impossible not to wonder how it would feel with her voluptuous body undulating under me as she screamed my name.
Once again, I underestimated her. She managed to take a single long stride toward me, raking just the tip of the blade across my neck.
I had no doubt she’d created a string of blood and as expected, Silvio responded immediately, only without his weapon in his hand.
He moved toward the stunning woman, Alonzo and Lorenzo leaving their posts at the top of the stairs to do the same. No one would dare cross the barrier invading my privacy. I sat down as the three men surrounded her. With a drink in my hand, I sat back to watch the show.
And the stunning woman offered one in style, an incredible representation of intense training, opportunity, and skill that was rare even amongst my soldiers. Or any within the Torres Cartel. And I’d seen acts of carnage so well thought out I’d been mind fucked.
But this beauty took her skill set to a new level.
She’d had two seconds to secure her blade into the sheath strapped to her leg. That meant her intentions of murder only included the man she’d lured into a tightly knit web. I guess I should feel honored. There wasn’t the slightest hint of fear or trepidation of being matched with three men that should easily be able to pin her down within five seconds.
Yet they hadn’t been able to.
Her martial arts training was obvious and the use of her long legs was a creation of beauty, absolute art. She punched Alonzo with enough oomph that his huge body was tossed like a ragdoll and not a man who weighed close to three hundred pounds.
