Boss - Killer of Kings

“I’m all yours now.”

To help her, he thrust, securing himself deep within her.

She gasped and he kissed her, swallowing down any more moans. He held perfectly still within her. Not just to let her get accustomed to his dick, but also for him to gain control. The last thing he wanted to do was let go like some teenage boy.

He was so close.

Graciella was everything. He’d known the moment he met her she would be his. He just didn’t realize how much she’d fuck with his head. There was no way he’d never be able to let her go.

As he stared down at her, she licked her lips and offered him the sweetest smile.

“I’m not … there’s no game here, Boss. It’s just me,” she said. “I promise. I swear it.”

“You’ve got all of me as well, baby. I’m not playing a game. I’m just me.” He started to pull out of her until only the tip of him remained. He watched her, waiting for any sign that this was too much for her. She’d been through things no woman should ever be subjected to.

She gave no sign she wanted this to stop, so he thrust within her tight heat, loving her moans. He would only ever give her pleasure. All he wanted was for her to let go with him—no act, no worries.

He could give her a damn good life that she’d only ever dreamed of. He’d give her the world if she let him.

Thrusting inside her, he started off slow, not wanting to rush this. He glanced down and watched his cock. The condom an annoyance but necessary.

Groaning, he couldn’t resist teasing her clit, bringing her to a second orgasm as he drove inside her, feeling her spasm around him.

He was nearly there. There was no holding back.

Taking her hands, he pressed them down at either side of her head, kissing her lips as he rode her pussy, feeling the first stirrings of his orgasm as he filled her, flooding the condom with his release. The pleasure didn’t end there. It slowly ebbed away and Boss knew he was never going to be the same again. Whatever happened, he couldn’t let Graciella go. No more running away. She was part of him, and because of that, her problems were now his. He’d protect her, die for her. All that remained now was to marry her.

Chapter Eleven

One week later

It felt good to be back in the city. Her city. For the first time in forever, she had no desire to run. A huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders now that an antidote for the drugs had been found. Manuel Viola was dead. The scientist was under lock and key until Boss decided otherwise. Bain had recovered. Her nightmare was finally over.

It felt odd not having that guilt clinging to her like a shadow. It had crept up on her each morning and didn’t let her sleep at night. She was free from the burden of her mistake all those years ago. The only thing left on her mind was the debt to Viko. That would never be repaid. It would never allow her to have a fresh start. How could she even contemplate a relationship with Boss when she had a debt with his enemy?

She’d been avoiding Boss the past week.

Once they were home, she second-guessed the night they shared together. Many people indulged when on vacation and lived to regret it. Although they hadn’t been in the Dominican for rest and relaxation, it was a different place, a unique reality.

Boss could have any woman he wanted—young women, virgins, women with no scars and baggage. He was a man of power and wealth.

She couldn’t give him heirs. Her body was broken. It would almost be cruel to subject him to a life with her when he could have so much more.

It had been a nice fantasy while it lasted.

Then why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

Graciella rolled over in her bed, grabbing her cell phone from the nightside table. She exhaled her disappointment.

“What do you want, Viko?”

“You were much more respectful when you needed my money and support. You have a short memory.”

“Well, I doubt you’re calling to chitchat.”

“You’re right. And you’re going to help me.”

“Do you expect me to be your errand girl for the rest of my life?”

He laughed. “The burden of being in debt. I don’t recommend it.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

She dropped back on her bed, draping an arm over her eyes. This would be a nightmare that never ended.

“Manuel screwed me over. He wanted my place in the Circle. He’s dead, but I know he wasn’t working alone. There was no way he could fund the manufacturing and exporting of those drugs on his own.”

“What do you expect me to do?” she asked.

“You’re one of the best. You speak the language. And, as I’ve mentioned, you owe this to me. Go back to the Dominican. Fuck whoever you need to fuck. I need to know who’s out to get me.”