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There was wet and then there was Seraphina Cook, tight and dripping around his fingers. He closed his eyes, muscles bunching, jaw tight and aching. Fuck, she squeezed him. Just—clamped that cunt down around his digits, and he almost came right then.
“You want to destroy me, Toro?” She spoke as if he wasn’t almost wrist-deep in that gushing cunt. As if it didn’t matter. As if he was just one ofthem, the countless other men she fucked with. “How will you do that?” She clenched around him again and he swallowed a groan. “One touch of the punani and you’re damn near coming on yourself.” She rolled her hips and he pulled back then thrust another finger into her. Hard enough to rattle her like she damn well rattled him. “What you gon’ do when I put it on you? What you gon’ do when I climb on this dick, when I glide on it?” she cooed as she reached out to touch him again. He caught both her wrists with his free hand, keeping her trapped, immobile.
And the more he tunneled into her, the wetter she got.Goddamn it.
It made him groan.
He finger-fucked her dream of a cunt until she wrenched away from his grip and made for his zipper again. Toro yanked himself away, regret beating at him when he slid his fingers out of her and stepped backward. She blinked up at him, and he held her gaze.
“We’re done here.” He licked his lips, then remembered he had something even better to lick on, so he stuck his fingers in his mouth. The ones he’d had inside her. Fuck. He locked his knees when her taste exploded on his tongue. Her eyes flashed with anger and something else.
“You’re playing hard to get now?” She lifted an eyebrow in incredulity.
Toro snorted. “There’s nothing hard to get about me, Seraphina. The moment you realize that is the moment you get to climb on my dick.” He licked his lips again, watching her pupils dilate. “That’s the moment you get to glide on it.”
“I have dozens of men willing to give me what you’re denying.” She lifted a shoulder nonchalantly. “They’re just a phone call away.”
He was on her so fast, hand around her throat, he guaranteed she didn’t see that shit coming. “And I’ll kill them,” he snarled in her ear. “One by one. Bring them.” He licked the side of her face. “In just under two hours when the clock strikes midnight, I’ll be yours for a month. And you’ll be mine.” He nosed her neck, loving the way she shivered. “I’m selfish and homicidal about what belongs to me, so if you want me to fuck you in a river of their blood, go ahead and make your calls.” He nipped her earlobe with a grin. “I fucking dare you.”
2
Seraphina chuckledto hide the shivers Toro’s words sent coursing through her body. “Touched a nerve, did I?” She inched her head back carefully, even though it hurt. Even though his grip burned. He was only the second man to touch her like that. She’d killed the first one and taken over his empire.
Even with her sitting and Toro above her, holding her by the neck, she wasn’t afraid. No, she was turned out. Hot enough to feel the sweat beading on her nose and under her tits. His touch was all tightly leashed control, fierce and possessive, and she shouldn’t like it as much as she did.
He was all she saw when she looked up, his wide frame blocking her line of sight, but she had no complaints. At six-two and well-muscled, Toro was an exceptional specimen. She saw traits of his Mexican parents in his deeply tanned skin. He had wavy brown hair, the underside shorter than the top, and thick slashes of eyebrows above dark eyes that watched her way too closely. A hint of scruff shadowed his jaw and his lips—the bottom one slightly fuller than the top—invited her to taste, but she held herself back. It wasn’t intentional, but everything about him whispered sensuality, promised pleasure.
He was in his thirties, some would say too young for her own fifty-six years, but she didn’t care.
She hadn’t seen him naked yet, but she already knew she’d done good picking him.
He’d give her everything she’d been missing out on.
And then she’d send him on his way when she’d drained him dry.
He stared down at her, tongue sliding back and forth across his bottom lip, expression relaxed, gaze anything but. If she was any other woman, she’d be afraid of what she saw in his eyes.
But she didn’t care about his violence.
Actually, yes, she did.
His arrogance got her wet.
The casual way he talked about killing lifted goose bumps on her skin, and it was all she could do to remain seated when she ached to spread wide and put the pussy on his face. She had more self-control than that.
His lips curled into a smirk. “You want me to fuck you.”
Holding his gaze, she hummed. “Hmm. What gave it away?”
“Nah.” There went his tongue again, sliding over his full bottom lip, wetting it, getting it all shiny. She couldn’t stop staring. “Youreallywant me to fuck you.”
“Want, not need,” she told him huskily, attempting to wipe that shit-eating grin off his face.Wantwas the operative word. She wanted Toro putting in work between her legs. She wanted to tear the skin off his back while he made her scream—he would, she didn’t doubt that—and she wanted an eyeful of the marks she put on him as he walked away when she was done with him. She hadn’tneededanything in a long time. “Yeah, sex is great, but running a criminal empire and having men piss themselves at the sight of me is better than any orgasm I’ve received in all my years.” She bared her teeth. “And Toro, I’ve had somemotherfucking orgasms.”
His expression settled somewhere between anger and a brutal promise as he moved his hand from around her neck, dragging his knuckles down, then pinching her left nipple, sending fire shooting to her core.
Her lips parted.
Fucking legs too.
