"Now, for your part of the bargain."
4
Calamity
Ikeep my grip tight on her arm, expecting her to renege on her bargain when the pair of whores are out of sight. It's just like a Spade—and especially a Cruz—to go back on their word. But she doesn't struggle as I pull her to the corridor just off the foyer. One glance down at her reveals that she's trying her best to appear bored.
I don't buy it for an instant. The rest of her body betrays her mounting fear. The tendons strain tight in her neck, her body pulls away from mine almost unconsciously, curling as though she's preparing for a blow. Her hand flutters like butterfly wings against my palm, though she doesn't draw it away. Even despite these indicators, I find myself grudgingly impressed by the level of backbone she's displayed.
Normally at this time of night, Malick or another of my boys would have selected a local girl or a prostitute who fits my aesthetic and had her waiting for me. I've been spending most of my time in the warehouse with Greer or buried into the pussy of a nameless woman to avoid going insane. The urge to invade Spade territory and end every single fucker I can find is almost overwhelming. But I'm not some teen to go off half-cocked and get my ass handed to me. I will need a plan before I take my boys over the line or entice someone on their side to do the same.
And as fate would have it, I have the perfect lure. When Kase and Cruz learn their sister has found herself at my mercy, they'll be furious. When they learn she's taking my cock, they'll come after me and damn the consequences. That's when I'll seize my opportunity.
I finally release her when we reach my door and push her into the interior hard enough to make her stumble. She catches herself on the wall and shoots a glare over her shoulder at me.
"Watch it," she snaps.
I raise an eyebrow at her and bare my teeth in a savage little smile. "I enjoy your spirit, little Spade, but don't for one fucking second think you can give orders here. You sold yourself to me. I'll do whatever the hell I feel like with you."
Penelope swallows audibly, and her jaw flexes like she's struggling to swallow back her response. It's so reminiscent of Trinity that I almost wince. She even looks like Trinity, with dark almond-shaped eyes that smolder with intensity. Trinity liked to wear makeup to emphasize all that dark, perfect beauty. Penelope seems only to be wearing a gloss on her full lips, and that helps me get just enough distance to stop visualizing her, at least for now.
It shouldn't surprise me she looks so much like her. Her father couldn't have what he wanted and settled for a second-place runner-up instead.
Penelope's eyes drink in the room, looking everywhere but at me for as long as she can. It's sparsely furnished, borrowing its aesthetic from a hotel room. A large king-size bed dominates most of the space, with a nightstand off to one side and a lamp bolted above it. She can't keep her eyes off the black duvet for long, sizing it up as though she's wondering just how long it'll be before she's splayed naked on top.
She seems to steel herself after a minute and shrugs off her jacket, allowing the leather to drop to the floor almost casually as if she isn't stripping in front of an enemy. It leaves her in a long-sleeved blouse and I get a better look at the figure she was hiding beneath the riding jacket. Thin, with an athlete's build. Her breasts swell above the line of the blouse where the buttons gap. They're a little smaller than what I normally enjoy, but it really doesn't matter at this point. I plan to enjoy myself when I do eventually push inside her, knowing that Cruz Sr. would fucking despise me for it.
She strips out of the shirt next without turning to face me. It joins the jacket on the floor, and this time I don't watch it join the rapidly growing pile, too distracted by the slim silhouette she's revealed. She's got some damn nice ink. Violet lilies climb from her left wrist to the nape of her neck like a trellis, merging with a line of thorns at the base of her skull. The thorns descend her right arm in a jagged line until they meet up with the Spade on her right hand.
I haven't seen the rest of her, but I can already tell she's one of the most beautiful women to come to my bed. It's quite a feat, given how many women I've fucked over the years. Her skin is a warm olive-tone and every smooth inch of it begs to be tasted. The curve of her spine is flawless and makes me imagine just what she'd look like, bowed over the bed, my hand fisted in her hair as I fuck her from behind.
She turns to face me after a moment, staring at me defiantly as she strips off the jeans, leaving her in a matching set of lacy purple underwear. I can just make out the dusky pink of her nipples through the nearly sheer fabric and my mouth waters for a taste of her. Then she jerks her head up and stares at a fixed point above my head, as though the stippling on the ceiling is far more interesting than anything I'm about to do to her. She's closing herself off, bracing for what's to come so she can compartmentalize it sometime later.
A growl builds in my throat. No woman that comes to my bed gets to act like it's a fucking chore. Penelope Cruz doesn't get to shrug this off and act like a sainted martyr for doing it. When she fucks me, it'll be enthusiastic, not something she's trying to endure.
She lets out a startled gasp when I pull her into my arms, pressing all that lithe, lean muscle against my front. One hand comes up to tangle in her hair, and it's just as soft and touchable as it looks. I bury my face in her neck and smile against her throat. Her scent swirls around me, spicy like cardamom. I can't tell if she put on perfume to prepare for this eventuality or if she does just smell that fucking good.
She shudders when I press just the edge of teeth into her throat. She seems like the sort who'd enjoy a good, hard fuck. I've heard rumors about this woman. As much of a bruiser as her brothers, with half the restraint. I can guarantee she's never been with a man like me, who can subdue her and make her like every damn second of it.
I lay kisses everywhere but those soft petal lips. I have kissed no one properly since Trinity, and I'm not wasting that affection on an enemy.
Her hands rest placidly on my waist, and she's pulling that full lower lip between her teeth to contain a sound of pleasure as I bring one hand up to palm her breast. Her body betrays her, bucking into mine when I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger through the fabric. I give a hard nip to her earlobe and then growl the command into her ear;
"On the bed."
She hesitates a fraction of a second before nodding to herself, trying her damndest to close off once again.
That won't do.
I tug her toward the edge of the bed gently by her calves, splaying her legs so I get a preview of her pussy through all that sheer lace. She's shaved bare, and there's a blush of pink here that was absent anywhere else on her body. I brush the pads of my fingers across the thin material, grinning when I find her wet. Try as she might to ignore me, she's already affected by what I've done.
"Call me Calamity," I tell her as I hook a finger in the waistband of her panties, drawing them down those long shapely legs. I fling them into the corner lazily. "You're going to want something to scream when I'm done with you."
"Arrogant prick," she mutters. Another shiver rocks her frame and I smirk. The lady doth protest too much, it seems.
"It's only arrogance if I can't deliver."
She has only a few seconds to realize what I'm about to do when I settle between her legs, pressing a harsh nip into the soft skin of her inner thigh. I want to leave an imprint here so any man who fucks her after will know I've been here. I press my fingers into her skin, cradling her thighs in my hands to keep her in the position I want her. I will not give her my cock until she's earned it. But I will give her this. I will make her cum so hard she sees stars and make her regret treating me like I'm an unpleasant undertaking. I'd be willing to bet my most prized possession that she's had no one do this for her before. It'll be a real head fuck for her that it's me doing it.
