The Devil's Plaything

The flavor of her intoxicates me, and for a moment, I’m not in my office. I’m not the Devil, I’m a man falling. The abyss has opened, and Sofía pushes me in, and I fall freely into her.

When I finally pull away, breaking the connection, I take in her glazed green eyes. She’s shaking, and I pull her into a hug. Pressing my lips to her forehead, I close my eyes and inhale her jasmine perfume. There’s a hint of apples that masks her hair, and I can’t stop wanting another hit of her.

She’s a drug.

Pure heroine to my veins.

And I want to inject myself with it, every second of every day.

21

Sofía

I’m trembling. My panties are soaked, and my body is pulsing for him to fill me. He may have broken my hymen, but he still hasn’t taken me. Would he send me away after he’s claimed my body?

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, juguete,” he tells me, his voice husky, dripping with seduction and danger, which doesn’t quell the ache that he’s caused. “Come, we’re going to be late. And I don’t like keeping friends waiting.” He laces his fingers with mine, and heat spills into my stomach, awakening butterflies that lie dormant until Victor touches me. He pulls me along behind him, shutting the office door, and we make our way to the garage where the blacked-out SUV is waiting.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“A dinner with associates of mine,” he informs me, as we slip into the back of the car. “They’re visiting from America, and I need to talk with him.”

“And I’m meant to be arm candy for the evening?” I question, turning my attention to him. I want to ask more than that, but I don’t want to make him angry. My emotions are all over the place, fear and desire mingle together like a stifling perfume that holds me hostage.

“You’ll keep his wife company,” he tells me. He pulls me into the crook of his arm and traces his fingers of his free hand up and down my arm, causing goose bumps to rise up in the wake of his feathered touch.

“What are we doing, Victor?” I finally question, praying he doesn’t get angry. “I mean, you have my father captive, you have me as a prisoner, but you kissed me.”

His gaze snaps to the front of the car, and I turn to find Javier’s stare locked on Victor’s. Did he know what happened? Silence hangs heavily in the car as we swerve through the Friday night traffic.

Everyone is out partying tonight, and yet, I’m in the back of a car with one of Colombia’s most dangerous men. The devil himself, and I’m curled up in his arms as if he was a boyfriend, rather than the man who took me as payment.

“Where is my father?” I ask, taking liberties, because he’s not responding to me. Fear grips my stomach when his hand finds the back of my neck and his fingers tighten around the column. He holds me in place and brings his face to mine.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” he murmurs threateningly and suddenly, I feel sick for allowing my body to betray me when his lips touched mine.

“Why wouldn’t I want the answers?”

“Sometimes, it’s best you know nothing,” he tells me easily.

I glance up, trying to see if he’s lying, or if he’s bullshitting me just to put fear in me, but when I look into those golden eyes, there’s no amusement. My mouth falls open, the words burn my tongue like acid, and tears sting my eyes.

“Your father is at the warehouse. You saw him,” he tells me quickly, before shaking his head and, once again, squeezing my neck in a silent warning. Stop asking questions. I should obey, but then again, I’ve never been the kind of girl to listen to authority.

“What about my other question?”

He doesn’t answer me, but suddenly pulls me onto his lap, pushing me to straddle him. His hands bring my face inches from his and his lips quirk into a sinfully wicked grin. I want nothing more than to kiss him again, to make this real. To make him a good man and for him not to be the man who could easily kill me and my father.

“I will fuck you, juguete,” he promises, and I have no doubt he means it. “And when I do, you’ll beg me for more. You’ll want nothing more than my dick in your pretty cunt. It’s mine. You are mine.” There’s a possessiveness that laces every word he utters, and it makes my body come alive.

He presses his lips to mine. It’s a gentle kiss, not like earlier in his office when he practically devoured me. This is a lingering whisper of a promise. He will be inside me, and I have a feeling it will be tonight.