Page 62 of Sins of the Orchid
She didn’t need to know that I had the streets swarming with men hunting for the Venezuelans responsible for shooting my father. I had more men on the streets than all the other four families combined. My reputation stretched far, and word got around of my extra-curricular activities in hunting these men. Nobody wanted to cross paths with me, so information was pouring in. I wouldn’t rest until the very last member of the Venezuelan Cartel was dead or gone from my city.
“Santi?”
“Hmmm.”
“You-you’re not going to tell me this was a mistake tomorrow, right?” Her body tensed just slightly, but enough for me to notice.
“You were never a mistake,” I told her. “And that kiss two years ago”—her breathing hitched—“it wasn’t a mistake either.”
Her eyes sought out mine, hesitant trust in her emeralds. “Really?” she asked softly.
“I’m dead serious.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Go to sleep, Amore. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
A soft scoff left her lips. “What?” I questioned her.
She raised her head, an undignified expression on her face. “I don’t want to sleep. I want more sex.”
And just like that, my good mood returned, and I couldn’t hold back my chuckle. I had lost my father this week and felt nothing but anguish and rage until tonight when she gave me all of her. She was the best medicine, but I feared I might have created a sex addict.
I leaned down to kiss her, angling her face.
“What have I done?” I murmured against her lips. “I’ve created a monster.”
“It is a long time to wait until June for sex, Santi.” She pouted. “Unless I find myself a substitute.”
I growled, possessiveness flaring inside me. Her mouth was swollen, her skin flushed, and the thought of anyone seeing her like this made me want to go on a murder spree.
“If I catch you kissing or touching anyone else, I’ll hunt them down and kill the motherfuckers.” My glare intensified, so she knew I meant business. “And if they touch you, I’ll burn the flesh off their hands so that the pain is the last thing they remember before I slice their throats.”
A soft gasp escaped her, her eyes widening. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
“No, I don’t,” I told her, my voice growling. “I swear to God, Amore, if I find out another man touched you, I’ll hunt them down and chop them into pieces. Their hands will be delivered to you in a box. As a reminder that only I touch you.”
“You are bluffing.” She swallowed, gasping.
My jaw ticked, my teeth clenched, and my gaze froze to ice.
“I. Do. Not. Fucking. Bluff.”
Suddenly, she smiled and her whole face lit up. “Okay, then lots of FaceTime sex.”
I shook my head in disbelief. Jesus, she was riling me up too easily. Her hands snaked behind my neck, and she pulled me closer. “Don’t worry, Santi,” she murmured against my ear. Her lips skimmed my throat before she slowly kissed her way up, across my jawline, settling on my lips. “I only want you. But I’m not ready to sleep yet.”
She deepened the kiss and heat erupted in my groin. She was a quick learner, I’d give her that. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and my cock went rock-hard.
* * *
I sat back in my chair and cracked my knuckles in the conference room of my underground casino. There were no windows here. So, unless you kept track of time, you’d never know whether it was the middle of the day or middle of the night. It was barely noon, twenty-four hours after I buried my father. Somehow, I didn’t expect to be in this frame of mind. Craving for Amore eased the unleashed hunger for revenge.
Gabriel Carrera, Renzo, and Adriano had our twoguests, Venezuelans, tied up in a chair while being tortured and bleeding onto my fucking hardwood. I couldn’t stand the mess on my floor. That shit irked me to a motherfucking rage. For some idiotic reason, Renzo and Adriano thought to bring them here.
The restlessness clawed up my spine. I had dropped off Amore barely two hours ago at her father’s house and an edginess already itched under my skin. I wanted her with me, underneath me, on top of me… any fucking way, as long as she was with me.
I didn’t know how I was going to get through the day, let alone two months before her school was out.Fuck!I was too old for this shit.
Adriano and Renzo rocked in their chairs, both of them sensing my agitation. Neither one of them wanted the short end of that stick. I couldn’t blame them, though I knew how irrational this burn for her was. I was officially Don of our family, and all I could think about was the woman with smooth, soft skin, red hair, a tight pussy, and enveloped in a strawberry scent.
“Now, tell me, gentlemen,” I said, my voice impassive and cold. “The name of the man that put a target on my father.”
