She rested her hands on his shoulders. Seducing men was her specialty, but touching Boss was no ordinary day on the job. He was hard and corded with muscle, a beast of a man. He alone brought out her vulnerabilities and she hated it.
“What’s your real name?” she asked.
He smirked.
“You know mine.”
“I have no name,” he said.
His tone made her want to take back the question. She didn’t pry further.
“How’d you get this scar?” He traced an old scar on the front of her thigh. His big hands on her legs sent skitters racing all the way to her pussy, but no way would she let him know how much his touch affected her.
“We’ll be here all night if you ask about my scars. I have too many to count. And most of them have stories I’m not interested in revisiting.”
“You’re not the only one.”
Boss let go of her legs and shrugged off his jacket. He was strapped with weapons. She was surprised when he slid his holsters off and set them on the nightside table. It wasn’t like him to be off guard. When he pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it on the bed, her breath caught.
“Try and count them.” He winked.
His body was covered in ink, rock hard and ripped. And he was right. There were scars littered all over his body. Much worse than hers. God, she wanted to touch him, but Graciella had never allowed herself to become emotionally invested in a man. Boss was the only one capable of changing that. What was happening to her?
She knew firsthand the type of man he was. Boss fucked different women every week, and she knew that for a fact. Graciella had been attempting to watch his movements for months. It wasn’t easy. The man was like a ghost. Each time she saw him pick up different women, it gutted her, and she envisioned herself in their place.
Only she would never be his disposable plaything. That was all a killer like Boss was interested in.
She swallowed hard and got to her knees in front of him. This was the role she played—the seductress, the Widow Maker. It ensured she’d never be a victim. She smoothed her hands over his chest, shoulders, and along his arms. His scars weren’t a turn off. They were part of him, part of a wicked past. They showed he’d survived—same as her.
He cupped her face and leaned over to kiss her. She attempted to back away, but it happened fast. She kissed him back, savoring the fullness of his lips and domination of her mouth. He even tasted good, a mix of mint and raw masculinity. Boss lifted her sundress up over her head, leaving her in just a pair of lace panties.
Could she keep her heart out of this? Should she back out before it was too late?
Part of her wanted to seduce, another part, a new untapped part, wanted to be ravaged. She’d never given in to a man, never allowed herself to become seduced or enjoy sex. Everything was business, and if things ever got personal, she knew it would destroy her. Her past would never allow her to have a normal relationship. The horrific memories would no doubt show up and ruin things, or worse, make her weak and helpless.
“Come here, baby.”
She straddled his lap, slowly, deliberately, feeling his hard-on through his dark jeans as it rubbed against her pussy. Graciella had to stifle a gasp. It felt so damn good. She wriggled, wanting to affect him the same way.
“Is Killian waiting outside?”
He shook his head. “It’s just you and me.”
Boss kissed her jaw, his stubble scraping her skin. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer. He was so strong and in control. She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy his attention. Having the great Boss in her bed was indeed an accomplishment. She’d never had such a powerful man interested in her. Even Viko never cared to touch her.
She should use this opportunity to her advantage, to wrap him around her finger. Graciella craved control, to have the upper hand. But was that even possible with Boss?
“What are you going to do with me?”
He smirked. “Make you love me.”
She ran her hand through his thick hair, examining his face, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the intensity as he stared at her. “You’re wasting your time. That’s not possible.”
He rose slightly, twisting her body onto the bed so he dominated. Boss stared down at her, hunger in his eyes. If she didn’t know men so well, she’d swear he was about to kill her. His dark eyes were always
cold and flat, like a man without a conscience. He was so hard to read.
“I’ve always loved a challenge.” He kissed her neck, trailing kisses down between her breasts, then over her stomach. Her body quivered. When he reached low enough, she braced herself, holding her breath. But he used a knee to lift himself up and stood at the edge of the bed.