Enslaved (Colombian Cartel #6) - Suzanne Steele Page 0,62
allowing me to be with the man I love. I’ll make you proud of my work, Sir.”
His black eyes bored into her, and he nodded. “Shut the door.”
After they left, Antonio looked at his bodyguard, “I like that girl. When you find a woman, find a nice girl like that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir, my ass. You date, women who are too loud—too boisterous.”
The guard folded his hands in front of him and thought about what his boss was saying. Maybe he was right. The women who flocked to him just wanted the prestige the cartel would give them. Yeah, the boss is right—he’s always right.
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Page blew out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding when they turned out of Antonio Wayne’s driveway.
“What’s the deal with gutting us before he throws us in the river, Mano.”
Mano looked at her and laughed, “The body won’t float with no intestines.”
“I thought you guys weighed bodies down with concrete blocks.”
“We do that too.”
“I feel so much better, Mano. Thank you,” her voice dripped with sarcasm.
He winked at her, “My pleasure, beautiful.”
Chapter Forty Two
Roxanne stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying her lipstick. She could feel him before she saw him, and she never heard him coming. There was always the race of her heartbeat and the prickle of fear before he appeared, like a thief in the night to take whatever he wanted. He never left her feeling violated like an intruder would—he left her with a craving for more of his sadistic nature.
Even when he wasn’t there, he was always with her because he was in her head. He could die, and he would still be with her. He had penetrated parts of her no man could ever see behind her veiled curtain of obscurity.
She pressed her lips together, and purposely made a popping sound. She looked at him from head to toe and settled her eyes on his face. A subtle wave of the tube of lipstick she held in her hand as she spoke carried a bit of an attitude with it.
“So, what did you do, Tony? Did you string Page up and beat her back bloody? Or did you just decide a good tongue-lashing would suffice?”
She backed up against the sink, and made an effort to put some space between them as he stalked towards her. His voice was a subtle whisper that held more power than a booming baritone.
“There’s nowhere to go, Roxanne. You can’t escape me.”
She looked up at him through long lashes. There was always a double meaning, a subtle threat in his words. His finger stroked over her breastbone.
“I like the way your chest gets splotchy when you get scared. Your words say one thing, but your body tells me the truth.”
She cleared her throat and attempted turning back towards the mirror to get away from him.
He leaned in and whispered in the ear, his breath like a whisper of warning. “Where ya goin’, Roxanne?”
“Tony, stop.” It was a weak request to ‘get out of my head.’
He used the same finger he ran over her breastbone and pressed it against her temple, “I’m in here. In your head, baby girl. We both know there’s no escaping me.”
“Tony, please…” She could feel her heart slamming against her ribs.
A sadistic curve of his lips sent the message he was pleased by her fear. He slipped his hand down the panties she was wearing, and one single-digit slathered through the evidence of her betrayal to herself. He owned her, and they both knew it.
He pressed against her, and she could feel his hard cock, a threat to tame her if only for a moment.
“Tony, please,” he mocked her. “Please, what, Roxanne? Please make you come? Please fuck you like I hate you? Please hurt you? Please hurt you and then pleasure you until the two become one? Please. Please. Please. Isn’t it funny how one word can mean so many different things?”
Her hips swayed against his finger that swept over her clit slowly.
“Mm, you should be careful. You’re dealing with a sadist—it pleases me to tell you no.”
His fingers slid through a thick section of long red hair, and he pulled her head back roughly. He slid his hand out of her silk panties, and the agony of the moan that came from deep in her throat made his cock surge with a new pulsing of blood. He liked the way her breath came in little bursts of need. He watched her as he slipped his finger