Tease Me (8 page)

The thought turned me on even more for some
reason. I turned back over and bent my knees up, and I deviously
smiled. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be
lying in a bed in Alejandro Calaveras’s house, horny and wanting to
fuck.

Alejandro was dangerous. He was rich. He was
the most powerful drug lord in all of Mexico. And he was completely
fuck-tastic.

My hand swept across the sheets, fingers
slipping under the hem of the nightgown he had given me. I didn’t
even realize what I was doing. My eyes closed. I let my head fall
to the side when I touched my swollen clit.

I opened my mouth, a tiny gasp escaping my
lips.

You have to listen to
me
.

Alejandro’s words echoed through my mind. I
flicked my fingers up. Yes, oh fucking yes. I pressed against
myself again. The pleasure ran through me. I was already turned on,
ready to go from the dream. I slipped two fingers inside of me and
rubbed my clit with my thumb. I replayed the scene from my dream in
my mind.

My thighs quivered when I imagined Alejandro
bursting into the trailers. My abs tightened, and my mouth opened,
sucking in air. I was close. I turned my head to the side, curling
the pillow around my face. I was so wet. The warmth took me over,
and I came, the orgasm running down my legs, curling my toes.

I let out a moan, riding it out. I put my
hand on my stomach and smiled. Oh my God, I hadn’t come like that
in…in fuck…months. Years even. I pulled the blankets back over me
and turned, facing the window.

And then I drifted back into a peaceful
sleep.

I couldn’t get Ellie Morgan off my mind. She
was fighting a mixture of emotions, from stubbornness to sheer
terror. I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly it was about her
that made her so appealing.

I turned on the shower, thinking it over. She
was an American police officer, which made her an enemy. Though
alone, the woman didn’t pose much of a threat. The repercussions
from her kidnapping weren’t anything to take lightly.

Would there be a way to track her back here?
I stepped into the steamy water. I didn’t think so. And, even if
there were a way, I’d catch wind of it before anyone came looking.
I had more than one dirty cop on my side and even more moles in the
police department. The Mexican police didn’t have anything on me;
the Americans had even less.

Actually…I had little idea exactly what the
Americans had on me. Ellie might. Was my curiosity worth keeping
her alive? I needed to rationalize why I hadn’t pulled the Glock
from my waist and blown her brains out. I’d get someone to clean up
the body—like I had before—and be done with her.

As soon as I saw her, I wanted her. I closed
my eyes and tipped my head up into the water. She was just one
woman. How much trouble could she be?

*

I dreamed about Ellie, about her tied up in
the closet, with her dress riding up around her waist, her pussy
peeking out from between her smooth thighs. She was bound, writhing
around on the dirty closet floor in the warehouse.

The dream shifted, and she was in my bed,
hands bound above her to the headboard. My cock was hard, pushing
against the seam of my jeans, begging to push inside of her.

She struggled when I moved closer, shoving me
away. Her complete execrate for me so obvious it was tangible. It
turned me on even more. She called my name when I parted her legs,
pushing between them. She fought me, but she wanted it too.

My phone rang, waking me from the dream. I
grumbled, rolling off my stomach and onto my back. My hard cock
rested against my stomach, precum dripping from the tip. I licked
my lips, thinking of Ellie.

The phone was still ringing. It was my
business line again. I sat up, glancing at the clock. It was four
in the morning. Fuck. Nothing good was coming from that call.

I answered the phone, not speaking, and put
it to my ear.

“
Alejandro,
señor
?” a voice on the
other end said.

“
Yes,” I responded,
recognizing Diego’s voice at once.

“
Carlos,” he spoke in
Spanish, quieter this time. “He’s dead.”

I blinked. “How?”

“
Shot in the head. Police
found him in his apartment. His stash is gone.”

My pulse rose. Carlos was one of my small
dealers. He worked the outer city limits, selling mostly to
teenagers. He’d been with me for a few years and was expanding his
clientele.

“
All of it?”

“
Yes, sir,” Diego said.
“Francis called me right away. There is nothing.”

I took in a deep breath. Francis was one of
my dirty cops. “Do they have suspects?”

“
Not yet, sir.”

“
Keep me informed,” I said
and ended the call. I didn’t need to question Diego or even
Francis. I had a sinking feeling I knew who robbed Carlos of his
stash. It had been a problem twenty years ago. I remembered it when
I was just a child, remembered hiding in the closet in my mother’s
arms while gunfire rained around us. I remembered my mother crying,
and I remember thinking I would never see my father
again.

The Morales, another cartel family, were
beaten down by my father and his men. The gang was broken; most
were killed by my family and fell apart. They didn’t pose a threat
anymore. No one messed with the Calaveras after that. Engaging in
war with the Morales cost us as well. I didn’t know the body count,
but I knew my father had to replace most of his small-time dealers
after that.

Taking down the Morales opened up more
business for us, and my father started smuggling weapons as well as
drugs across the borders. If the Morales were back, they’d want
vengeance and would try to claim their spot.

I ran my hands over my face. My hard-on was
gone, but the memory of Ellie tied up in my bed still lingered on
my mind. I’d rather think about her than waging in another gang
war.

I lay back down. I was tired. I never thought
I’d be run ragged as the boss, either. I thought it would be
dictating what to do. I never imagined the old adage “if you want
it done right, do it yourself” would become my mantra.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust people…I just
didn’t trust anyone.

I had no proof yet that it was the Morales.
They hadn’t shown up on my radar in years. Why would they come back
now? I didn’t know Carlos well. He was overseen by someone else.
Maybe Carlos was sloppy? Maybe one of his clients wanted more?

I closed my eyes. My heart was still
pounding. I didn’t have the luxury for wishful thinking. Yeah,
dealers got thumped by their clients from time to time. It was
possible; it was likely, even.

But I didn’t take risks. I didn’t let
anything fall to chance. I had become an all-work-and-no-play kind
of man. It got shit done and made me a ghost to the law. Besides
the occasional one-night stand and hired hookers, my life was
devoted to the business. It had made me a very rich man. Shouldn’t
that be enough? Fuck, it wasn’t. I wanted more, though I’d be
damned if I allowed myself to possess that thought for more than a
second.

I tossed and turned for an hour before I gave
in and took a few muscle relaxers and a shot of tequila. I lay back
down and slept soundly until the sun was high in the sky.

Today was all about making money, threats,
and keeping things in line. I dressed and went to the warehouse. I
was always looking for the weakest link, one closest to
breaking.

I used the last guy who stole from me as an
example. I shot him in the stomach and left him to scream and bleed
to death. I paid my employees. I treated them well. A few weeks
ago, I gave one of my mid-level dealers an extra thousand dollars
to cover his mother’s medical expenses. I was fucking good to
them.

They had no reason to steal from me. Breaking
my rules got them hurt. Simple as that.

After the warehouse, I had
my driver take me to visit of a few of the mid-level dealers. I
wanted to check up on them, and getting a personal visit from the
boss boosted moral. I looked into their customers, who really
were
my
customers.

The customers were my biggest concern. More
so than the police or other gangs…at the moment at least. Small
dealers—like Carlos—lived dangerously. If word got out they had
stashes of cash and drugs at their house, they were at risk. Small
dealers dealt with mid-levels and never directly through me. If
they got busted, they’d have nothing to tell the cops. I was a
ghost to them too.

I ended my day at a strip club. I got VIP
seating in the back, as always, with private dancers. I sipped my
drink, watching a curvy woman slide her big ass up and down a pole.
Her dark hair was hidden under a blonde wig.

She moved fast, jumping and spinning and
spreading her legs. I finished my drink and held up my hand. All it
took was one flick of my wrist and she was at my feet on her knees,
parting my thighs with her hands.

I unzipped my pants and allowed her to pull
out my cock, licking and sucking at it until it was hard. I
motioned for another girl to start dancing while I got blown. I
watched the new girl move to the pole. She was tall and thin, with
long brown hair that swished around her ass when she danced. She
was good, moving her body in ways that made my dick pulse.

But my mind drifted to Ellie. I hadn’t
thought about her all day, almost as if I had forgotten about her.
I wondered what she was doing. I had left instructions for my staff
to bring her food and clothes but not to let her out of the room.
And, of course, if she caused an issue, to call me.

Leo, my head of security at
the house, could handle her with no problem. Still, something
nagged at me to handle her myself. I wanted to handle her,
all
of her.

I thought of the way she stared daggers at me
last night over dinner. I moved my eyes down to the brunette who
was sucking me off. I didn’t mean to, but I imagined it was Ellie
working my shaft, licking, sucking, gently cupping my balls…

I tangled my fingers in the dancer’s hair and
let out a breath. I came, filling her mouth. I held her there, not
allowing her to pull back until she had swallowed everything. Then
I stood, zipped my pants, and threw a couple hundred on the table.
The dancer picked it up, smiling as she counted the bills.

I smoothed my shirt and straightened the gun
at my side before walking out of the club and getting in the car to
take me home.

I walked up the stairs. I could see the
shadow of the guard in front of the guest room door. It took effort
not to speed my gait and rush to Ellie. I pushed my shoulders back
and nodded to the guard.

“
Was she any trouble?” I
asked, eyeing the door.

“
No sir,” the guard
answered. “Quiet all day.”

I nodded again, keeping my eyes on the door.
The guard stepped to the side. Without knocking, I went in. The
temperature dropped drastically after the sunset tonight. The
windows were open, and a cool breeze that smelled like the ocean
blew across the room.

Ellie turned, startled by the door opening.
She was sitting on the bed. Her hair fell in loose waves around her
face. All of her makeup had been washed off. Her eyes were a vivid
green, and she was beautiful sitting there in nothing but a light
purple nightgown that ended mid-thigh.

She opened her mouth to say something but
stopped. She crossed her arms over her chest and arrowed her
eyes.

“
Hello, Ellie,” I said and
stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.

“
What do you want?” she
spat, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She got off but
stayed there, glaring at me. I moved forward, eyes darting to her
breasts. I could see the outline of her budding nipples through the
thin material.

My heart thumped in my chest. I licked my
lips and closed my eyes in a long blink. Ellie tensed. She pressed
her lips together, doing her best to looked pissed. Her gaze
started to falter. I moved toward her again, and her eyes flicked
to my crotch for a millisecond.

I strode forward. Ellie took a subconscious
step backward, bumping into the bed. She threw her hands down to
her sides. Without her arms crossed over her chest, I could see her
breasts in all their glory hidden under the see-through silk.

“
What do you want?” she
repeated. Truthfully, I didn’t know what I wanted other than
knowing I had to see her. I longed to touch her, to slowly slide my
hardness into her wet pussy. I knew that wouldn’t happen…not yet.
So I guess what I wanted then was just to push her and see how hard
she pushed back.

I just gave her a devilish smile, one that
came over my face subconsciously. If I flashed a woman that smile
at a club, she would make a bee-line to me in just seconds. “The
guards said you were quiet all day.”

She shook her head then shrugged. “It’s not
like I have a choice.”

“
I hope you can see that my
hands are tied here, Ellie.”

She stared at me then heavily sighed. “That
doesn’t mean I have to like it. Or you,” she added quickly. Her
cheeks flushed, and she diverted her eyes to the ground.

“
You don’t have to like me,”
I said. “Just listen to me. I really don’t want to hurt you,” I
added softly.

“
Why?” she blurted. “Why
don’t you want to hurt me?” Her voice broke at the end. She was
scared.