Page 35 of Vicious Heir

Relief flooded her expression, and she was out of the car and headed into the house before I had a chance to move. I smirked, watching the sway of her hips, the way the fabric of her dress stretched over her curves, as she did.

I followed more slowly, stopping into Padre’s office as I went. “Padre,” I said, knocking on the door as I came through.

“The meeting went well?” he asked, but he didn’t sound pleased.

“It did,” I said, ignoring his tone. “Miguel and I agreed to build a facility in Venezuela together and push into international markets. Europe is lucrative. Same with Russia.”

Padre closed his eyes for a moment, as if he were thinking, but I knew he was counting in his head. Someone told him that counting to ten helped to calm the nerves. It didn’t work, but he never stopped trying. “Luis Rojas sent me a white flag,” he said, not responding to what I’d said. “He wants to meet and make peace.”

Peace? I could spit at the very word. “It’s a trap.”

“I have an appointment at the hospital,” he said, continuing to ignore me, and by appointment, I knew he meant a chemo treatment. He hadn’t said the word yet, like we’d deftly avoided the word “cancer” since his diagnosis, but I’d taken him to a handful of appointments so far. They didn’t seem to be doing anything, but my Padre was nothing if not stubborn. Even during the dying process. “You’remeeting with him on neutral territory. To act against you there would be an act of war.”

Anger flashed through me. “He attacked me and killed half of my men in our bar. He already committed an act of war.”

My father’s lip twitched up in a snarl. “Are you yelling at me,mijo?” he asked in that dangerous voice of his.

I dropped my head in a show of a contrition that I didn’t truly feel. “No, Padre,” I said. “I’m merely…cautious about this change in heart. Luis Rojas hasn’t been known to be a peaceful man. Is it wise for us to take this meeting?”

Padre chewed his jaw for a moment. “You will take this meeting,” he said, “and take Omar with you. If Luis looks like he’s double-dealing, kill him.”

There was no room for argument. “Si, Padre.” After another long stare, he gestured for me to go, and with a nod, I left. Thinking of Luis Rojas turned my stomach…but I had Emma waiting in my bed.

I found her on the bed, already nude and breathless. One hand was between her thighs, and she looked absolutely frustrated. Like whatever she was doing to herself wasn’t as good as whatIcould do for her. The thought sent heat to my groin. “What’s wrong,mi esposa?” I asked, jerking her attention to me.

“You were taking too long,” she snapped.

I bowed slightly. “My apologies,” I said. “Are my services no longer required, then?”

Emma pushed herself up on her elbows, frowning. “Are you not interested anymore?” she asked, and there was something small and broken about her tone. Like I would ever,couldever, leave her alone.

I crawled onto the bed and stretched out beside her. “Tell me what you were doing,” I commanded, “when I came in.”

A blush blossomed across her nose. “Nothing,” she muttered, and that flash of bashfulness made me want to pin her to the mattress, but I didn’t move.

I tutted. “Don’t lie,mi esposa. Tell me.” She brought her hands to her face, and I resisted the urge to take hold of her wrists and pull them down, but only just barely. “Emma.”

She peeked at me, still blushing but with a determined look in her eyes. Instead of telling me, she grabbed my hand and brought it between her legs. She was soaked. Her body jerked against the touch, practically begging me to keep going.

“Couldn’t get very far on your own, could you?” I teased. “Can’t make it happen on your own?” Emma’s teeth sank into her bottom lip. I wanted that to be me. Her mouth against mine. But when I moved in to take her lips, she pressed her hips up into my hand.

“Angel,please,” she whimpered. “I need —”

I brushed my finger right against where she needed me most, and she keened. “You need me,” I said bluntly, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded. “Say it.”

When she still hesitated, I took my finger away, and her thighs clamped around my arm. “I need you,” she begged. Tears welled in her eyes, and I knew this wasn’t a game. This wasn’t the time to tease and torment, even if she liked that most days.

I could have offered pretty words of reassurance, but that wasn’t what she needed either. Instead, I put my fingers back where she wanted them and began to circle her clit in a way that bowed her spine. “Angel,” she gasped.

I kept my movement steady, and her pleasure built quickly. Her fingers gripped at the blanket beneath her, and her hips rode my hand, chasing the feelings that I was evoking. While I kept pace with my thumb against her, I slipped a finger inside and curled it into that sensitive spot on her inner wall. Emma let out a wounded noise, and her interior muscles spasmed around me. “There you go,” I said. “Come for me, mi esposa.”

She did, back nearly bent in a perfect arch. She was beautiful when she came —it was a sight that I didn’t think I would tire of any time soon.

I pulled back, intending for us to shower and change for bed, but Emma grabbed at me with desperate, seeking hands. As if she was still on that razor’s edge. “You didn’t —”

I shook my head. “We don’t have to,” he said. “This was for you.” It wasn’t often that I didn’t chase my own satisfaction in bed; my partner’s pleasure was an extension of my own. But this was just for her, to make her skin fit again, as she said.

Emma was confused by that. A spark of irritation shot through me.She doesn’t think I can do something nice for her?I thought. “Just go get ready for bed,” I said and got up. “I want to get out of this suit.”

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