Already knowing exactly what he wanted, I lay on my back and opened my legs, giving him ample room to move over my body and position himself on top of me.

Without uttering a single word, he folded my knees toward my chest and thrust himself hard inside me with one movement.

“Oh…” My hand dug into his hair, and my arm hooked around his back.

He buried his face in my neck as he started to fuck me, giving me a quick but lazy screw. He breathed hard against my skin as he pounded into me hard, driving me into a climax as quickly as he could so he could finish.

It was a great way for him to announce his presence.

After he shoved every drop of his come inside me, he turned over and lay on his back, his eyes immediately closed like he was ready to go to sleep immediately. His muscular frame heated the sheets instantly, making me feel warm now that he’d chased away the cold.

It hit me then that I was sleeping beside the dictator of the city, a man who possessed more wealth than anyone else I’d ever heard of. He went down to his casino in the middle of the night to sentence a man to death.

That was an immense kind of power.

And I was sleeping with him.

I moved into his side and wrapped my arm around his muscular waist. My head rested on his shoulder, and I hooked my leg between his.

He wrapped his thick arm around me, his lips resting against my hairline.

“So…someone died tonight?”

“Yes.” He said it without remorse, the calmest he’d ever been.

“And you watched it?”

“I always watch. You can’t sentence a man to death without watching the execution. It’s a requirement of any leader.”

I had a cast-iron stomach, but I wouldn’t be able to swallow that. “So they just…beat each other with their fists?”

“If they’re smart, they’ll break an arm or a leg first so they can crush their skull.” Bosco said it simply, like we were discussing what to make for dinner.

The heat provided suddenly wasn’t enough, and I felt ice-cold. Bosco wasn’t the man making the killing blow, but he ordered death just like he ordered a drink—as if it was of no consequence. His lust for violence and lack of empathy terrified me because they were traits of a psychopath. My body automatically moved away from him, my instinct for survival kicking in. I pulled the sheets back then sat up, the adrenaline heavy in my veins. “I want to go home.”

He sighed quietly from his place on the bed, absolutely still like he had no intention of moving.

I grabbed my clothes off the floor and hurriedly pulled them on, eager to get out of there as quickly as possible. I hated waiting for him to give me permission, but since I didn’t have the code to the elevator, I was at his mercy.

I was powerless.

He finally sat up in bed and looked at me. “I would never hurt you.”

Those words meant nothing to me. “I want to leave.” I stayed at the foot of the bed so I wasn’t within arm’s reach.

“Beautiful—”

“Why won’t you let me leave?” I demanded. “I’m not a dog that you own. I’m a fucking human being, and you have no right to keep me locked in here. When a lady says she wants to go home, you do what she says. Now let me out, or I’ll break through the window.” My courage stemmed from my fear, along with a rush of the adrenaline. I feared I would never get out of there, that I’d lost my rights a long time ago.

He continued to sit there, watching me with disappointment.

I lost my patience and stormed into his living room and picked up the chair from the dining table. I prepared to throw it through the window and watch it shatter into a million pieces. We were at least a dozen stories high, but there had to be a fire escape somewhere.

“Beautiful.” He snatched the chair out of my hands and put it back on the floor. “Knock it off.”

“You knock it off.”

“You want to leave? Fine.” He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to the elevator. “Here’s the code. Five. Seven. Four. Three. Eight. Five. That’s the master code. You can come and go whenever you want.” He hit the numbers on the pad, and the doors opened to the elevator.

I finally stopped panicking.

He stared at me with a clenched jaw, clearly furious at my explosion. “You can take the elevator to the lobby and tell one of my men to take you home. Or you can calm down and come back to bed with me. I would never hurt you, Carmen. Ever.”

I looked away, unable to meet his fiery gaze anymore.

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