Page 45 of Lord of Vengeance
“The drugs. You kill people.”
“If you mean fentanyl, I have nothing to do with that. I can’t stand anyone who is foolish enough to allow the substance to get into the hands of minors or those who underestimate its power.”
“That’s bullshit. You deliver party favors to all your wealthy and powerful friends. Isn’t that why you brought a cruise ship here? What happened, Diego? Is business down? Were you threatened by other crime syndicates, so you decided to kill anyone getting in your way?”
Even in the shadows I could tell I’d caught him off guard.
“The murder isn’t a rumor.”
The way he issued the words indicated utter surprise. Could I dare believe a word coming out of his sinfully delicious mouth?
“You know because you killed the man. What’s wrong? Was Carlos Desposito’s nephew, a bright young man with a brilliant future really your enemy?” I threw out the limited information on purpose to see his initial reaction. My cop instinct told me that he knew exactly who I was talking about, yet as soon as the hint of recognition flashed through his dark eyes, it was gone, replaced by another glint of extreme hunger.
“Be very careful, Sabrina. You’re playing with the kind of fire that will not only get you burned, it will also destroy both you and your lovely little town.”
“Don’t threaten me, Diego. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“And you have no understanding what kind of man I am. But you’re about to find out.”
Inhaling, he tilted his head back and forth, his eyes sparkling in the dim lighting. My God, the scent of him reeked of exotic spices and cedar wood, the fragrance entirely too intoxicating. I was thrown by the haze forming around my eyes as I was forced to stare into his. The same frigid cold, soulless cavern peered back at me but this time, his gaze was filled with something else.
Burning desire.
“You deserve punishment for your actions.”
I laughed, able to jerk one arm free. When I cracked my palm across his cheek, he growled and this time the sound wasn’t sensual. It was nothing but a predatory bellow.
“Tsk. Tsk. Sabrina. Your penance begins now.” Ripping my arms over my head, he positioned a single hand around both wrists before jerking the towel away.
I’d never felt so vulnerable, scared to death about what he was going to do. When he backed toward the bed, easing down and yanking me over his lap, my mind began to shut down. I was lost to the fear, my heart hammering to the point the thudding sounds echoed in my ears. Was he going to… no. No! I had to fight him. I refused to become another victim.
The second I began to struggle in his hold, he brought his hand down against my bottom with enough ferocity I was stunned. Pain skittered down the insides of my legs, creating a wave of nausea. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be possible.
Diego smashed his hand down again, delivering several brutal smacks in a row. My stomach twisted and I managed to pitch my body forward and backward, realizing in horror that his cock was hard as a rock. He was enjoying this. When I was almost able to roll my hips off his lap, he released my wrists, fisting my hair instead.
“That’s not very nice, Sabrina. I don’t think you want to cross me any further. And here I thought what we shared was so special.”
I hated the way he said my name, the syllables far too seductive. He was spanking me. I was in some kind of shock, my tone turning into pleading. “Please, just let me go.” Wait a minute. I was begging him? Oh, hell, no. I struggled with everything I had, almost managing to push myself off him. He jerked me back into position, taking the time to throw one massive leg over mine.
He laughed, the sound subtle yet even more provocative. “That’s not going to happen. You’re going to learn that obeying me is in your best interest. If you want to stay alive.” He continued the spanking, bringing his hand down in rapid motions, moving from one side of my bottom to the other.
The man was threatening me again, loving every minute of what he was doing. I was sick inside, losing the battle to fight him, another burning wave of desire tearing through my system. This was insane, more so than what I’d done two nights before.
I bit back my whimpers, refusing to allow him the satisfaction of hearing me cry. The anguish was excruciating, and stars floated in front of my eyes, tears of frustration and fear not far behind. I’m going to die. The thought rolled through my mind as his actions became rougher, the sound of his palm striking against my ass cheeks floating through the room.
My imagination was getting the better of me, the graphic visions stealing my breath.
When he caressed my skin, rolling the tips of his fingers up and down my heated ass cheeks, I threw my arm behind me in some crazy attempt to stop him.
He wrenched it against my back, his fingers digging into my wrist.
“I can tell you’re going to need to be taught a much stricter lesson. All in good time.” He slid his fingers across my seared flesh then down the crack of my ass to my wetness.
“No!” I struggled as hard as I could, my actions only allowing me to grind against his legs and the bulge between them. My entire body ached, and I was shocked and humiliated that my nipples had hardened. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn’t be aroused.
As he dipped the tips of his fingers past my swollen folds, I let off a series of moans.
“You’re very wet, sweet Sabrina. More so than the other night. I sense how much you enjoyed our time together. Did you think about how many orgasms I gave you? Or how I provided the same fantasy you’ve been reading about in your hot little book on your nightstand.”