Page 22 of Devil’s Promise

I’m not trained in the art of seduction. I would be a fool to try to use sex to manipulate this man.

Then again…

It might be the only play I have.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Angel

Candy was right.

Promise has the prettiest little fucking pussy I have ever seen. And I run several of this city’s whorehouses. I’ve seen a lot.

But everything about her is fucking gorgeous.

My balls are so tight, they’re screaming to cum.

The fact that I want to fuck her this bad has my brothers worried. If it was one of them who was acting like this, I’d be worried too.

But I’m not catching feelings. I’m as close to a machine as a human can get. I’ve just always wanted to make a good girl dirty, and I finally have my chance.

Back in high school there were a few girls I chased that looked like Promise. All blonde hair and innocent blue eyes… I guess it’s my thing. Even then, I was rocking tattoos, taller and broader than most of the boys.

I never had to chase for very long, and it quickly became obvious that they were not that innocent.

But Promise…

She’s all that her looks promised she’d be and a whole hell of a lot more.

She’s completely green when it comes to sex, very nervous. She’s compliant too, which I fucking love.

But she’s got a willful streak that I might love even more. It flashes in her eyes when I least expect it.

I’m going to enjoy taming that streak, just like I’m going to enjoy teaching her to be my little sex kitten.

Every time we’re together, I’m going to move the boundary, bit by bit. I’m methodical, controlled enough to use strategy. I was worried she might not move with me, might not want me enough to play my game, but I saw the way she responded when I sucked on her toe.

That doesn’t mean she’s going to be easy. And I’m going to enjoy every second of the struggle.

I lean my head toward my shoulder, cracking my neck, as I acknowledge that my brothers might have a point. I should be thinking about land deals, about Vigo’s enemies, and the men who want to take the throne that should be mine.

Instead, I’m dreaming of burying my cock inside that pretty pussy.

But Promise is more than a fantasy, she’s a perfect path forward. And I am more than capable of managing her and all the pieces of this game.

I kick back in my chair, counting the money in front of me. I say I own whorehouses, and I do. Along with the tire shop next door, several more strip clubs, a few dry cleaners, and a couple of car washes.

All of them are perfect for creating legitimate income out of my actual business. Moving drugs.

The big money is in cocaine, but I don’t like the stuff. First, it brings big busts. But second, it’s the kind of shit that causes major damage. I move weed. A little ecstasy. But I stay away from heroin, meth, and coke. It’s dirty shit.

My primary competitor, Vincent Morelli, loves cocaine, and he sells massive amounts of it thanks to his connection in Columbia.

But I know for a fact that the Feds are sniffing around him. I’d hoped he’d get busted before he called in Vigo’s debt.

And his razor’s-edge business is why several of the other families would support me even though he’s got more money and more soldiers. He’s less stable.

The morning after my uncle died, I reached out to the other heads of family and they all said the same thing.