CARMEN
There were several other ugly words running through my mind regarding the brazen Amer-i-can besides asshole, but it would do for now. This commanding man named Sebastian thought he could come to my country under my father’s roof and demand that he be allowed a taste. Of me. I was over being shocked, the only emotion remaining utter rage.
I could scratch out Sebastian’s eyes with my little pinky.
Unfortunately, he was also without a doubt one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen: luxurious dark hair cresting just below his shirt collar, skin the color of rich almond milk, and a body handpicked by some glorious creature from the heavens. The mere thought of him alone created a damp spot on my lace panties, the tone of his deep baritone voice forcing my nipples into hard peaks.
“Where are we going?” I demanded as he took my hand, leading me to the expensive sports car. If the man was trying to impress me, he’d failed in every attempt.
Well, almost. The feel of his chiseled muscles even through the fine linen jacket was sensational. I could only imagine how buff and beautiful the rest of him would be. I hissed under my breath, disgusted for feeling anything other than hatred for the man. I wasn’t a bargaining chip in whatever business venture he was attempting to enter into with my father.
Just before opening the passenger door, he swept his thumb across my jaw, his nostrils flaring. I could only imagine what he was thinking. I shuddered as the electricity soared between us, my heart racing, leaving me lightheaded. My disgust turned into shame and I jerked my head away.
I refused to look at him as he climbed into the car, yet every ounce of skin was on fire. Damn the man. The rumble of the engine between my legs was a keen reminder of just how lonely I’d been.
“Buckle up, princess. I do enjoy a nice ride.”
The man was a freaking maniac. He roared out of the driveway, barely missing an oncoming car, the tires skidding as he raced around the corner. As he rocketed around the various curves, I realized that he was a skilled driver, a surprise given I believed him to be a thug. Then again, didn’t all macho dudes from the United States drive fast cars to make up for their small cocks? The thought gave me a smile.
“How long have you been playing?” the pig asked a few minutes later, his tone ripe with seduction.
“What does it matter? We’re not here to talk.”
Sebastian sighed, concentrating on driving for a few minutes. I couldn’t help darting glances in his direction. Everything about him reeked of dark, delicious danger; something every little girl craved. I pressed my fingers across my mouth to mask the quiver in my lower lip. I was determined to get through the night without any feelings or emotions.
Then I could get back to my music, the only thing I loved.
“You will answer me when I ask you a question, princess. Period. Any additional infractions and I’ll give you a spanking right here.”
My God, the audacity of the asshole. I nibbled on my lower lip, trying to squash my nerves.
“You fucking wouldn’t dare,” I snapped. When he swerved the car onto the side of the road, shoving the gear into park, I glared at him. “You’re insane.”
“And beautiful women shouldn’t curse.” With that, he climbed out of the car, moving around to the passenger side and yanking me out by my wrist. “What? What are you... doing?”
“Giving you what you deserve. If you act like a brat, you’re going to be treated like one.”
The asshole yanked me toward the front of the car. “No. No!”
“Lean over and pull up your dress,” Sebastian commanded as he began to unbuckle his belt.
I opened my mouth to retort, completely shocked at what he was asking me to do. As several cars whizzed by, all beeping their horns, I was shaking to my very core. “Na... No.”
“If you won’t do it, I will and trust me, you won’t like that very much.”
The man was actually going to give me a spanking. I was floored, sick to my stomach, but for some crazy reason, I obeyed. Horrifying embarrassment rocketed through me as I did as I was told, lifting my dress up to my waist and leaning over, planting my hands on the hood. I noticed another vehicle had stopped behind us, no doubt the goons I’d seen at the house. I realized that my very naked ass was highly visible given I’d worn a thong. The humiliation was never ending.
“Now, this is merely a lesson and one I hope you learn quickly. Twenty lashes.” His velvety smooth voice was enough to force sick and twisted images of his naked body in my mind.
I snapped my eyes shut, ignoring the whistles coming from other vehicles. I wasn’t entirely certain what to be prepared for. I’d never been spanked in my life.
“And princess? I assure you that this is going to hurt,” he stated in such an arrogant manner.
I heard the sound of his belt even over the noise of engines and brakes, whistles, and catcalls. I bit back a cry the moment the leather was slapped against my backside but there were very few sensations, merely a twinge of an uncomfortable feeling. Perhaps I was concentrating on being mortified. If anyone recognized me, I’d never live this down.
SEBASTIENThe sound of my footsteps as I walked across the thick mosaic tile echoed in my ears. I was in no hurry, my Capos securing the asshole without issue. The sweet fragrance of basil and oregano filtered into my nostrils while the stench of stale cigarettes assaulted my senses, the Italian restaurant considered a favorite for several of my soldiers. What few customers remained scuttled away like rats, my reputation preceding me.The owner barely acknowledged my presence, merely going about his closing duties, but I could tell the man was nervous by the sweat stains pooling under his arms. Everyone feared my arrival. And they should.After all, I was a man without patience. I also had no conscience.Even before taking over the majority of operations from my father, I'd been considered dangerous on several levels. Oddly enough, I prided myself on fairness and decency. Tonight, there would be only retribution.I pushed my palm against the kitchen door, disgusted by the amount of gr
SEBASTIENHavana, CubaRevenge.I'd been called soulless, among other things, my penchant for the taste of blood almost as powerful as my hunger for passion. However, the only thing on my mind at this moment was snuffing out an inconsequential fool. I took a deep breath, attempting to restore my calm resolve.I'd killed a man. While the act wasn't something I engaged in often, the fact I had blood on my hands, a stain that would never go away, wasn't far from my mind. And the man I'd spent the last three hours with was the reason.Music, the soul and breath of life. While I enjoyed music in the background, I'd never been one to follow an artist or give a shit. The duo of piano and cello was exquisite, the notes bold and haunting, intoxication for my ears. I took a deep breath, staring out at the rolling ocean waters, content at least for the moment. Even the scents of native flowers, white ginger and jasmine, were a powerful aphrodisiac.If I were here for anything but business.I was
SEBASTIENInhaling, his nostrils flared from the rage creeping into his system. I enjoyed keeping a man on edge. "I'm listening.""Excellent. The deal is that I will allow you to provide party favors within the city limits of Miami, but under my direction and with a forty percent finder's fee.""That's outrageous!"I didn't even blink, merely keeping my stare dark and cold. "Then I guess our business is concluded here and I assure you that I have various maritime officials on my payroll. They will be notified to look carefully for any boat coming from two hundred miles in the proximity of Cuba. Oh, and the deal for the cigars? Unfortunately, that will be eliminated as well. I can also assure you that if you attempt to undermine my family or my operations, I will destroy you. I think you are well aware of my capabilities.""How. Dare. You."I took another sip of cognac, another puff then closed the distance, taking my time placing the glass on the table, stubbing out the cigar. Then I
SEBASTIENI held my breath as well as the nasty words ready to spew from my mouth. For all my bravado, the man had taken back the upper hand. To refuse would be considered a slap of the man's honor. He was offering his most precious gift, one I would be required to accept. I knew right then that one day, I would indeed gut the heartless pig, enjoying every moment of watching him writhe in pain."No, Papa. No hare esto!" she hissed."English, daughter. Our guest prefers English and you will honor him in every manner that he requires. Is that understood?""Fine. I will not do this," she repeated. "He is a repugnant man, disgusting in every manner."Santiago confronted her, lifting the hand holding the cigar in a manner to suggest backhanding her.Bristling, I unbuttoned my jacket, walking closer and making certain the asshole noticed the Beretta positioned in my waistband. "There is no need for violence, Santiago. I'm certain that Carmen will enjoy my company for one evening only."She
SEBASTIENCarmen.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 s