Page 32 of Hostile King

“She’s a family friend,” André replies, smashing the wind from my sails.

Mikel goes to touch her arm, but I’m in their space faster than a bullet. I snatch his wrist quicker than a viper bites and hold it in the air. It takes a second for him to respond, his eyes narrowing on my vice-like grip wrapped around his pale pink dress shirt sleeve. His brow cocks and the corner of his mouth cants to a smirk.

“Who did you say you are,chica bonita?” Mikel ignores me, his cocksure expression directed right at her.

My head pounds with violence and the whispering promise of destruction.

“I briefly worked for Tomás. It was a short employment,” she replies with bitterness biting each word. “A temporary arrangement that suited us both.”

“Temporary?”

“Temporary…” She repeats. “I no longer work for him, however I’m currently on the lookout for a new job if you know anyone who needs a loyal personal assistant.” Her lashes flutter as she smiles like a good fucking girl, the intention to piss me the hell off.

And it works.

I can’t help flinching from the hit of her sucker punch when the truth winds me. Jealousy blazes through me with so much force I’m vibrating with it. I could shoot Mikel in the face and not even bat an eyelid for the premeditated murder.

André immediately sets a hand on my shoulder, patting it gently as if he knows I’m ready to destroy this fucker.

“Mikel, Teresa would like a proper introduction to your parents.” He positions himself in the middle of our standoff, so the grasp I have on Mikel falls away. “She knows Morales well, however none of us have met his brother, Bianca’s father.”

Mikel smooths out his sleeve and pockets the hand in his fitted suit trousers. The smarmy fuck is the same height as me. Handsome, wealthy, and has a certain amount of power, but nothing that rivals the Souza global authority. I’m at the top, and he’s simply a pawn playing the cartel game.

Carina deserves to be a queen not a princess.

“Carina.” He bites his lower lip and smiles right at her. “I think I have the perfect position for you. Stop by my suite later and we can talk about it over a drink.”

The second he winks, I seize her lace clad arm and drag her closer. Our shoulders collide, sending an unmistakable shiver right through me.

“I’d like that, thanks Mikel,” she says angelically while staying next to me, either knowing her place, or playing the game.

“You’re flying home soon Carina,” I grit out. “Mikel, don’t keep my mother waiting, she has less patience than I do.”

I didn't mean to snarl at him or manhandle Carina with so many eyes on us. Nor did I mean to reveal my temper to the crowd. It just happened.

“Relax, Souza. You’re marrying my little sister. We’ll be family soon. Practically brothers.” He slaps my bicep and laughs with a menacing rasp. “Once you’re a happily married man you’ll be able to take a back seat and let the single guys hunt for love…over and over again.”

His throaty hum turns deep and dirty when he switches his attention to Carina again.

“Can you believe your bachelor boss will finally be a married man with a ring of ownership on his finger? My uncle expects a kid within the year.”

I smile tightly, doing my best to disregard his sneer, until she holds out her hand and waits for him to accept. “Ex-boss.” She confirms. “We’ll talk later, when Tomás is preoccupied with his fiancé.” Carina squirms when I unintentionally strangle her forearm.

“Mikel…” My mother joins us, air kissing his clean-shaven cheek, her timing impeccable. “Surely you don’t expect me to introduce myself?”

“Of course not, Teresa.” He angles away, taking one last look at my woman before escorting mother to the next table.

“Go with them,” I bark at André, my eyes drilling into Carina’s side profile. She won’t look at me. It’s like I’m unimportant and our time together was insignificant. “Why are you here?” I lean into her, instantly spying the fast-paced pulse in her neck, while violet and vanilla shoot up my nose from her freshly washed hair.

“I’ve been with Teresa and André at a safe house by the coast while you were fucking Bianca,” she murmurs, her gaze settling on the bridal party. “That’s her name, isn’t it? I can see why you’d agree to marry her. She’s perfect. A well-groomed bride to compliment your high standards.” Her tone is firm, but her voice holds a chill of sorrow. A sadness that threads with my own. “Looks like she’s a few years older than me too. She’ll have way more experience than a nineteen-year-old girl who let you fuck her virginity to smithereens.”

My thoughts immediately conjure images of her slippery wet, naked body pinned to the tiles, water sluicing over peachy ass cheeks and my dick ramming into her tight little cunt from behind. All the blood in my veins rush to my rock-solid erection and I swear a trickle of pre-cum dampens my boxer briefs.

“I bet she's well-trained on how to lick that sweet spot behind your balls and drag her tongue the length of your hard, liquor tasting dick. A mouth is a mouth after all, isn’t it?”

Her description casts an unbearable spell of arousal around me, so turbocharged I could roar. When she struggles to get away, I clamp my fingers around the delicate bone in her arm with so much vigor she whimpers.

Dipping closer to the shell of her ear, I trace the length of it with my nose and feel my stomach clench. “I enjoyed fucking your virgin holes. Be careful what memories you invite me to remember, or I’ll reenact them, right here, right now, in front of my wife to be and her pussy hungry brother.” Her breath catches. “Something tells me you’d like that very much. You’d get off on these people knowing what you do to me.” I straighten before my sexual confessions mix with my libido and I lose control. “You were supposed to be in Bogotá. Where did André take you?”

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