My attention diverts from the body art when I realize he’s not just standing there anymore. He’s hunched over, his pants pushed down to reveal his incredible ass. In the mirror I can see he’s using one hand to pump his cock and the other to fondle his balls. Soft pants slip through his lips, and then a low groan. I’m frozen to the spot and unable to look away, hypnotized by the sight of him pleasuring himself. He starts slow but eventually increases his rhythm, until he’s jerking his cock with a furrowed brow and parted lips.
Biting my lip, I let my hand slip along my belly, over the smooth silk of my camisole. Past the waistband of my shorts, I let my fingers tease downward. I’m wet, hot, and needy, my clit throbbing at the slightest touch. Shame tries to intrude on the moment, but I push it aside. That asshole got me all worked up and then left me hanging. He believes he can control when I get to come.
I don’t think so.
I pinch my lips around sounds of pleasure as I rub myself toward climax, watching Diego fuck his hand. He looks different when he thinks no one can see him—tortured and vulnerable, the mask slipping just enough for me to see the truth.
Diego isn’t the one in control here. I know he’s thinking of me while jerking off, remembering how he had me naked with his cock pressed against my ass. I know he’s imagining fucking me from behind, pulling my hair and sinking his teeth into my neck.
I’m imagining those things too, but in my mind Diego isn’t fucking me, I’m fucking him—pushing my hips back into each of his thrusts and driving him wild, making him want me enough to give me anything I want.
I throw my head back and come with a shudder, realizing I wasn’t the one who lost the battle tonight. The defeated Diego comes when I do, doubling over and muttering ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ under his breath as he comes in the bowl of the sink.
Feeling steadier and calmer, I roll back to my side and listen while he cleans himself up and comes back to bed. I fall asleep feeling like I’m on top of the world.
Diego Pérez might be the most powerful man in this house, in Miami, in Florida, and maybe even the entire southeast coast … but he’s just met his match.
16
Diego
“Oleg isn’t buying it.”
Jaime’s face is grim as he looks up at me, turning away from his computer screens. Bracing a hand against the back of his chair, I lean in as if being closer will help me understand the jumble of Russian coming through the speaker.
Despite his status as one of my most useful men, Jaime asks for very little in the way of perks. Jovan’s suite on the second floor takes up four rooms and a bathroom with a jacuzzi tub, and a space for ‘entertainment,’ complete with stripper pole and fully stocked bar. I don’t mind allowing luxuries for the man who has always had my back and has saved my life on more than one occasion. For his skill set, Jaime could have asked me for anything, and I would have paid it.
Instead, all he wanted was this dark, soundproofed attic room attached to the smaller space where he sleeps. The place is a mess, but Jaime knows where everything is and even I’m not stupid enough to touch any of it. He once broke someone’s hand for tilting one of his monitors.
“What are they saying?” I ask, my Russian nowhere near good enough to make out fluent sentences.
Spying on a potential ally isn’t usually my style, but I have to know how effective mine and Elena’s performance was.
Jaime narrows his eyes and listens before translating. “Oleg says you suddenly being in a serious relationship is suspicious. Galina agrees with him. Apparently, Nataly cried after we left. She’s devastated.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “She doesn’t even know me.”
“You know that doesn’t matter,” Jaime reminds me. “Her entire life has been built around this. If it wasn’t you, she’d be crying over some other suitor.”
I hold one hand up as the rapid-fire Russian continues over the line. I recognize the voices of Oleg, Galina, and … maybe Viktor? I haven’t spent enough time around the Yezhov sons to be able to distinguish their voices.
“What are they saying now?” I ask during a lull in