“How can you be so sure?”
Because I sense her arousal mount and feel her pulse under my palm like a major earthquake. “I have your cell phone.” I skim her jaw with the pads of my fingers and witness the uncontrollable shiver it brings. “Agree to it and you can send your brother Salvador a message. Don’t agree to it, and you'll put everyone you love in danger. This is the only way I can trust you. Give me what I want and your family will remain under Souza protection.”
“You won’t hurt them,” she hisses.
I can hear Papá’s voice warning me this senseless plan would bring trouble. Trust should be earned and never freely given, especially to a woman. It’s too late for that. Trouble is already in my bed with big amber eyes and a mouth so sinful it gives me chills. “I wouldn’t. But my men are paid to obey without hesitation.”
Warm air blasts from her nostrils as she huffs. A sexy little scowl creases her forehead, deep in thought. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can.”
“Four days?”
“I’m burying my father and heading up the family business. The next few days will be a challenge. You’ll be my outlet to ease the tension. It’s a win-win situation.”
She studies me, quiet in her inspection. “You're the only one winning.” Her voice is soft and sleepy.
“Really? What about your parents?” I point out. “As of tomorrow, your father will be offered a promotion. He’d be foolish not to accept it. Your mother could give up her cleaning job if she wants. Plus... their lives will be protected.”
“Are you joking? You’re actually meddling with my family's lives?” Her lips pull back to a snarl, but she doesn’t dare move. “How’s that winning?” She ignores my gracious consideration for her parents’ future. “Pfff!” Her tiny nostrils flare with rage, making my wayward dick harder. “You’re bribing me to get what you want, and think I’ll respect you for it. What exactly will I get out of this trade?”
I lick my lips, only to hear an exasperated sexy whimper behind her clenched teeth. “I’ll fuck you exactly the way you like it.” I muse, pretending she’s not affecting me. “No strings. No consequences. No commitment. Just my dick slipping in and out of your wicked little holes, whenever and wherever I want. We both know how much you enjoy it.”
“Four days and it’s over? Then you’ll let me walk away, and you won’t hurt my family.” She blinks. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Four days. That’s it. I promise.” I slowly breathe her into my lungs. “However, now that I think about it, you’ll likely crawl away rather than walk. I guarantee your pussy will be fucked hard and your body truly exhausted.”
Carina growls at me. It’s a hot, snarky rumble. Completely forgivable under the circumstances. She knows I could make her orgasm until she faints, but won’t dare admit it.
“How can I trust you’ll let me go? That this isn’t some lame-assed plan that ends in tragedy?”
When I chuckle, I’m oddly aware of how her light shines over me. I roll onto my back, scrubbing my face, exhaustion sucking me into the mattress. “I’ll personally see you out the door. Once we arrive back in Bogotá, I won’t have any need for you.”
“So, in basic terms, I’m a convenient fuck.” She tugs the sheet higher. “It doesn’t matter how you try to disguise it, Tomás. I’d be a glorified whore, without a voice.”
It happens before I can think. Heat flames in my veins. I lunge across the bed and smother her hot, naked body with mine.
“Let’s get one thing straight,little liar.I can have you whenever I want. Agreement or no agreement.” Her soft breasts squish into my muscular chest. “You’re not a whore. And I’m not a saint. As for your voice, I’ll only silence it if you disrespect me. I’m looking forward to hearing you scream.”
I unintentionally thumb her chin and then unscramble my mind. Being this close to her is playing havoc with my pulse.
“You crashed head first into my life. I could throw you out in the city tonight, but where’s the fun in that?” My face is directly before hers, both of us fighting to inhale the same oxygen. “Or…” I whisper, knowing what I’m about to suggest next is a lie. “I could kill you now and save myself all of this hassle.”
In a thoughtless moment of insanity, I drag my tongue along the faded scar on her upper lip. She whimpers beneath me. Not out of bubbling hatred, rather from simmering desire.
“You’ll be well compensated for your time.” I add.
I see a flicker of hurt in her big eyes. Regret knocks me off balance, long enough for her to launch a wad of spittle at my chin.
“I’m not a destitute teenager whose only option is to sell herself for a few bucks. You’re throwing money around like confetti and expecting me to celebrate. Well, I’ve got news for you. I don’t need your big payoff or your big dick. I’m a girl with dreams. And you, Tomás Souza, are a heartless bastard.”
Before I know it, my fingers hollow her cheeks, so her sassy mouth opens. Leaning over her, I spit into her mouth. It makes the skin on my balls tighten when the halo of amber circling her pupils catches fire. Instantly, I slam my mouth over hers—hard, forceful, angry. I expect her to protest and ward off my advances. Instead, she accepts my brutal tongue and her fingers dive into my hair without retaliation.
Just as she parts her thighs to invite me in, I pull away. It takes every stitch of self-discipline to peel myself off her tempting curves. Her hair catches in my fingers, silky loops pulling me back to her again.
“Agree to my terms. Then I’ll give you my dick.” There’s a thick rasp to my voice that warns us both of my threadbare compassion.
“Fuck you.” She pants, dabbing her lip.