FIVE

SEBASTIEN

Carmen.

Her lovely name rolled off my tongue, her hourglass figure spawning desires involving dark and heinous acts. She obviously had no understanding of who she'd been sold off to for a night, her haughty attitude and rebellious demeanor intriguing. After a few heated words spouted off by Santiago, the girl had obviously acquiesced, now waiting patiently just outside the front door.

She'd changed attire, the flaming crimson dress much more to my liking yet still accentuating the beauty God had given her. Her long hair was fastened in a loose ponytail, the luxurious strands glistening in the glowing candlelight. As she stood with one hand on her cocked hip, she glanced everywhere across the expansive landscape but in my direction.

I was forced to admit that breaking her would be far too exciting.

Neither my cock nor my desires would be denied.

I eased out of the rented Ferrari, taking my time as I sauntered in her direction. As I moved up the stairs, she yawned, waiting a solid two seconds before covering her mouth.

I snapped her wrist, yanking her against the heat of my body and towering over her. "While I may be repugnant to you, make no mistake that you belong to me for one night. One. Solid. Night. You will do exactly what I want when I require you to do so without question. If you choose to disobey, you will be punished. Am I very clear with you, princess?"

She clenched her jaw, struggling to get out of my hold. "I'm not your princess, buster, and you will not speak to me that way."

I lowered my head until she could feel my hot breath cascading across her porcelain skin. "I will speak to you any way I please. The sooner you realize that I am in command, the better off you'll be."

"You're threatening me, the daughter of the richest man in Cuba?"

While I enjoyed sparring with a woman better than most, my blood already pumping, I had no desire to continue playing useless games. "Princess, I only make promises." I crushed her mouth with mine, immediately thrusting my tongue past her ruby-stained lips.

Carmen beat her fist against my chest, whimpering and wiggling until I snaked my arm around her waist, keeping her in position.

Within seconds, her clenched hand opened, her fingers digging into my jacket, her whimpers becoming ragged moans of passion. She trembled in my arms, no doubt a mixture of fear as well as hunger. The taste of her was the sweet, simple ambrosia of the gods. I wasted no time dominating her tongue as I inhaled her exotic perfume, the scent far too intoxicating.

My cock ached to the point the confining zipper on my trousers was biting, a reminder that I hadn't been with anyone in a very long time. I had no time for passion in my life, no desire to pretend I was anything but callous. This gift I would enjoy with every ounce of my being.

When I parted our lips, she tipped forward on her toes, her eyelids half closed.

"Now, you're coming with me where we'll enjoy the time we spend together. After that, you will never have to see me again."

"Hmmm..." Carmen seemed to regroup, taking an awkward step backward. Even in the twilight of the evening, I could see that she'd rolled her eyes. "We shall see, Mr. Sturm. Never forget that I am a woman to be reckoned with. If you do, my sting is much deadlier than that of a scorpion."

I knew in that moment that the vivacious fireball would be mine.

Mine to taste.

Mine to take.

Mine to own.

Forever.