Boss (Killer of Kings #7) - Sam Crescent Page 0,28

he said.

She took a deep breath. “I called Viko. Told him about the island, your tickets, and the scientist.”

He chewed on his lower lip. It would be sexy as hell if she wasn’t certain he wanted to kill her just then. “Who called you?”

Graciella shrugged.

“Was it El Diablo? Fucking tell me right now.”

“No! I swear it wasn’t him,” she said. Boss looked like he wanted to assassinate her brother, murder in his eyes. But it wasn’t Xavier.

He stalked closed, caging her in. “Now.”

“Me.”

One eyebrow raised in question, then he exhaled. “You tagged me. When? Where?”

“No, I tapped Xavier’s phone. Men are all the same,” she said. “So easy to manipulate.”

He chuckled, a deep masculine sound that affected her way too much.

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. The only one who manages to fuck with my head is you.” He kept coming closer. She didn’t try to stop him.

Boss was a breath away. He leaned down to her level, running his lips along her cheek, slowly, so close to her lips. He inhaled, exhaling on a faint growl. She wanted to touch him, to grab on to those strong shoulders.

She closed her eyes.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” he whispered in her ear.

When she didn’t answer, he cupped his big hand under her pussy. The pressure was intense when she was already strung high with her attraction for Boss. She dropped her weight just enough so she could feel more. Her lips parted slightly, and he moved in fast, kissing her with enough passion to steal all her thoughts.

Her natural defenses vanished. Her anger fizzled away.

If she was his weakness, he was hers just as much.

Should she give in to her desires? God knew how much she wanted Boss. Wanted him to ride her. He wasn’t an evil man. Would it be so bad to allow herself to experience the pleasure he could give her? He prided himself at being the best at everything.

She wasn’t sure what she wanted out of Boss.

Did she want the whole fairy tale? She’d never really thought about it. Was that even possible for people as broken as them?

No, if she let down the guards around her heart, she’d regret it.

She was the conquest right now. Once Boss claimed her, she’d be discarded like all the others. That, she couldn’t handle. It was safer for her to call the shots.

“Do you like that?” The way he moved his hands, one on her crotch, the other behind her neck was addicting. He knew exactly how to handle her body to make her spineless in his arms.

She swallowed hard, not willing to give him the satisfaction. Inside, she was screaming, yes, yes, yes!

He began teasing the shell of her ear with his tongue. “You tell me when you’re ready, baby girl. I promise you won’t regret it.” He moved his hands, cupping her ass with both of them, pulling her against his impressive cock. He never stopped kissing her—her jaw, her neck, then back to her lips. This time, she draped her arms around him, their kiss deepening. She panted and mewled, rubbing her body against him, not to seduce, but because she needed more of him.

She was close to begging, her entire body craving everything Boss.

“It’s a long flight. How about you take a quick shower?” He unzipped the front of her leather corset, taking his time, revealing her satin bra. He trailed a finger down the center of her cleavage and she shivered involuntarily. “Such a beautiful body. I want it to be mine.”

Graciella looked down. What was he talking about? There were so many old cigarette burns on her breasts. All her confidence was a façade.

He peeled the cup of one bra down, giving her time to protest—she didn’t. Her nipple was pebbled and aching for attention. She held her breath as he went down on her, covering her breast with his hot mouth. The strength in her legs gave out, so he hoisted her up. She wrapped herself around him as he carried her back to the counter. Why wasn’t he continuing what he started? She felt like she’d spontaneously combust at any second.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he said. Instead of bringing her to his bed as she hoped he would, he combed both hands into her hair, securing her head. That fire was back in his eyes. “But business first. What did you tell Viko?”

Disappointment assaulted her.

She exhaled and panted for breath. There was no disguising her need.

“He’s taking the