Did you really sneak in here and steal all of my underwear?

  Good morning to you too.

  And yes, every last pair.

  What the fuck?

  Are you mad I didn’t wake you?

  Because I definitely thought about fucking your mouth or claiming that ass of yours, since my sore little cunt needed a break.

  Fucking asshole.

  That’s not what you’ll be saying when I fuck your asshole. Speaking of, does mi reina prefer a cock or a tongue in her ass?

  Even though he can’t see me—at least I’m pretty sure he can’t—heat spreads up my cheeks as I read his text. Men have never said things to me like he does, let alone give any inclination that they would be interested in tongue-fucking my ass.

  No answer, mi reina? Do you not know which you prefer?

  Or has that perfectly round ass of yours never been fucked?

  Hesitating to type a response, I send a single word.

  Never.

  I look forward to the day I fuck your virgin ass. That tight little hole will look fucking beautiful as I stretch it around my cock. Watching you come as I practically tear you apart and cover you with my cum.

  Fuck, mi reina. I’m fucking hard at the thought of it. Tell me, does the thought of me fucking your ass make you wet?

  I’m not just wet at the thought; I’m fighting the urge to tend to the ache between my thighs.

  Yes…

  Prove it.

  A video call from the unknown number pops up over our conversation, and my thumb lingers over the screen. Taking a deep breath, I push the green circle. A black box pops up on my screen, and I hear his usually demanding, deep voice, “Show me how wet you are for me.”

  “Not unless I get to see you,” my equally demanding tone surprises me.

  “As you command, mi reina,” he replies as he flips on the video.

  If I weren’t wet before, I fucking would be now.

  His face is in covered in the same skeleton mask I have seen him in before, but I can’t take in the rest of him fast enough. The camera pans out as he sets it down and leans back against the dark, tufted headboard. My eyes travel across his broad shoulders and well-defined pecs. A small gasp exits my parted lips as I look at the ink covering him. His right pec is covered with an ornate crown, the words ‘mi reina’ marking his flesh beneath it. My eyes continue down his rippled abs, equally adorned with ink. Looking lower at the screen, I blush and quickly avert my eyes when I realize he is slowly stroking himself.

  “My cock has been buried deep inside two of your holes,” he chuckles, “no need to be embarrassed. Now, show me.”

  Lowering the phone, I part my legs and am surprised by the feral growl that immediately comes down the phone, “Glistening and fucking dripping as you think about this fat fucking cock claiming your tight virgin hole.”

  His strokes increase in speed as he commands, “Prop the phone in front of you and take off your shirt.”

  Shaking my head, I hesitate to obey him. Even though I shouldn’t care, the thought of him seeing me completely bare in the daylight is terrifying.

  What if he doesn’t like what he sees?

  Yes, Lex. That should be your biggest concern with a man stalking you.

  “Take off the shirt,” he repeats a little softer. “I’ve seen every inch of you and have memorized every fucking curve. There isn’t a bit of your body that I don’t dream about worshipping with my hands and mouth.”

  My heart races at the sincerity of his words as I pull the shirt over my head and toss it on the bed beside me.

  twenty six

  ANDRES

  Her tits bounce as they fall from her shirt, and I groan at the thought of covering them with my mouth and hands.

  “You are so fucking perfect,” I groan, staring at the phone while gliding my hand up and down my shaft. “Fuck that tight little cunt with your hand and show me how much you want my cock in your ass.”

  Her fingers slide through her arousal and rub softly over her clit. Continuing to stroke myself, I watch her tits heave with each breath as she takes her time pleasuring herself.

  “Fuck it!” The savageness of my tone is riddled with my desperate need for more of her, “Fuck it hard and fast until you’re screaming like you did when you came around my cock.”

  Her middle finger rubs around the tight pink hole, dripping with excitement, and she moans as she presses it inside. Quickly working it in and out of her slick cunt, she almost pulls out of herself. Adding her ring finger, she plunges both inside her channel to the knuckle. The invasion of another finger elicits a moan, which sounds like fucking heaven.

  My hand swipes over the tip of my hard cock and through my precum as I vigorously spread it up and down my shaft.

  Alexys pants as she roughly continues to fuck herself with her fingers. Her hips writhe against her hand, trying to bring herself relief. Kneading her breast with her free hand, she lets out a sweet whimper, giving away how close she is to coming.

  “Fuck, mi reina,” I growl, watching her as I fuck my palm, wishing I was inside her cunt. “Watching your cunt needily squeeze around your fingers, I can’t take my fucking eyes off you.

  “I can’t take mine off your thick cock,” the breathy words bubble from her mouth, her back arching from the bed as cries begin to come from her.

  “Are you thinking about it stretching out your cunt or your ass?” I breathlessly ask as I quickly approach my own release.

  “Yes,” she stares at my cock with her hips grinding relentlessly, trying to take her fingers deeper.

  “Come for me. Show me how you’d come all over my cock.”

  She adds a finger to her clit as she grinds on her hand, and I watch as she comes completely undone before me. Thighs trembling and hips quivering on her hand, screams spill from her lips as she forces herself over the edge.

  As she crumples before me, ribbons of cum splatter across my stomach. It drips down my abs as I watch her delicately tease her clit, prolonging the euphoria of her orgasm.

  “Don’t wear yourself out,” my voice startles her, “that’s my job.”

  She smiles coyly at the camera, causing me to hesitate a moment before ending our call.

  Smearing the cum across my stomach to keep it from dripping to the sheets, I climb from the bed. Ripping the mask from my head, I toss it to the floor and walk into the bathroom. Curses spew from my mouth as I turn on the shower.

  I want nothing more than to take her without the mask or the blindfold. Freely having my lips on hers and all over her body as her eyes stare into mine without a barrier.

  Fuck!

  Stepping in the shower, I walk under the spray and rinse the cum from my stomach before showering. I turn off the water when I finish, and wrap a towel around my waist. Staring into the mirror, my eyes fixate on her tattoo over my heart.

  “Mi reina,” I speak to myself, “I think it’s time you meet your king.”

  And where are you going?

  Already knowing the answer, I send Alexys a text the moment she steps from her building. The corner of her mouth ticks upward when she sees it.

  Have fun with your friends, mi reina.

  Shaking her head, she tucks her phone into her clutch without bothering to ask how I know where she’s going. Or who she’s meeting. She knows the answer.

  I follow her to a bar in the financial district and linger outside as she takes a seat with two brunettes. Once they are engrossed in conversation, I make my way to the bar and order a whiskey sour.

  I nurse my drink for about an hour, enjoying my view of Alexys from the bar. She is oblivious to the attention she draws. Not just mine but several other men who may be lucky to keep their eyes by the end of the night.

  Grabbing the bartender’s attention, I order another drink for myself and a round for their table.

  twenty seven

  ALEXYS

  “Deny it all you want,” Jessa finishes the last of her drink, “I know you’re seeing someone. You have a getting good dick look on your face.”

  “I couldn’t even tell you the name of the last guy I fucked,” I retort before finishing my drink. In my defense, the words aren’t exactly a lie.

  “Damn girl,” Deanna chimes in as her eyes scan the bar. “It’s been that long? We need to send you home with a man!”

  “What about that one?” Jessa subtly points at a guy who looks like he just stepped from a frat house.

  “I’ll pass,” I try to grab our waitress’s attention because I’m going to need another drink if this is the turn this evening is going to take. “Besides, he doesn’t look like he could find a clit if I drew him a map.”

  “True,” Jessa shrugs. “But he’s cute.”

  “So are puppies,” I roll my eyes. “I need to get some friends that aren’t married. Maybe they’d be a little less concerned with my sex life.”

  “We’re just trying to live vicariously through you, babes,” Deanna laughs. “I’ve been fucking her and the same strap-on for the past three years.”

  Just in time to interrupt this conversation, the waitress approaches with a tray of fresh drinks for each of us. Setting them down, she gestures behind her, “These are from the gentleman at the bar.”

  Deanna spins around to look and promptly turns back with her mouth agape, “Him. You one hundred percent take that home!”

  Peering behind her, Mr. Ramirez raises his glass as a perfect smile spreads across his face.

  “Fuck,” Deanna continues, “Don’t even go home. Just let him take you out back.”

  “That’s my new boss,” I huff as I awkwardly raise my glass to him as a thank you.

  “That man is your boss?” Jessa questions, “You’ve been working for him for weeks and haven’t said a word about him!”

  “If you aren’t going to walk your fine ass over there to talk to him, I will,” Deanna interjects. “He’s hot as fuck. Jessa and I aren’t really into dick, but I’m pretty sure we’d make an exception for him.”

  “Fine,” I roll my eyes at them and grab my drink before heading to the bar.

  I fucking hate my friends.

  “Thanks for the drinks, Mr. Ramirez,” I awkwardly say as I slide onto the bar stool beside him.

  “Andres,” he turns to face me, “Call me Andres, Lex.”

  His eyes linger on my face after he finishes speaking, and it has to be the longest he has ever actually looked at me.

  “I also really want to thank you for the opportunit—”

  “No!” he cuts me off and shakes his head. His voice now has that same gruff tone I’ve become used to, “Don’t do that. I didn’t buy you a drink to sit here and talk to my employee about her job.”

  “Oh,” unsure what to say, I slowly sip of my drink and stare at the bar.

  Placing my drink on the bar, I catch a glimpse of his fingers reaching toward my face. As my eyes meet his, he pushes the hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. His thumb delicately brushes over the healing scrap on my cheek, and he feels like fire over my skin. “It looks like this isn’t going to mar that beautiful face of yours.”

  As much as I want to look away, I hold his gaze as I gently remove his hand from my face and place it on the bar.

  “Mr. Ramirez,” his brow furrows at my words, and I promptly correct myself. “Andres, I think I’m going to go back to my friends. You barely give me the time of day at the office. And while I appreciate your compliment and the free drinks, I’m not interested in earning a promotion or being your consolation prize tonight.”

  “My consolation prize?” he chuckles. “You, my dear, are definitely no one’s consolation prize. One drink. Just give me one drink.

  “Fine,” I sit back on the bar stool and hold my drink, “but I’m not opposed to chugging this or throwing it in your face. Understood?”

  “Understood,” he nods in agreement, with a devious smirk spreading across his face.

  twenty eight

  ANDRES

  I can barely contain my sly smile as Alexys agrees to stay to finish her drink.

  “Spill it,” she takes a generous sip of her drink and it feels like watching sand fall through the hourglass.

  “I’m your boss,” she fidgets as though a disgusting proposition is going to be the next thing out of my mouth, “and that comes with rules I have to follow. Even when I desperately don’t want to.”

  Being her usual defiant self, she lifts the glass and holds it to her lips, silently telling me how important the next words from my mouth are.

  “I’m not supposed to think about how gorgeous you are, and I’m certainly not supposed to tell you,” I pause as she takes a small sip of her drink. “So I force myself not to look at you because it’s the only way to keep from staring at those honey-blue eyes all day.”

  She places her drink on the bar and looks at me for a moment before speaking, “So what now?”

  “I’m thinking we have two options,” I watch as she raises an inquisitive eyebrow, “We can go fuck in the bathroom and get it out of the way, or we sit here, talk, and see where it goes.”

  “Fine,” she stands next to me, and my cock twitches at the thought of bending her over the bathroom sink. “Don’t get too excited, I’m going to say goodnight to my friends. But I’m going to need at least one more drink just to have enough time for you to convince me you aren’t the asshole you’ve painted yourself as.”

  I can’t take my eyes off her ass as she saunters back across the bar.

  A moment later she returns with her purse and jacket, having left her friends for me. She retakes her seat next to me and enjoys a savory sip of her drink before saying, “So you aren’t the pretentious asshole you pretend to be at work?”

  “Oh, I’m definitely an asshole,” she laughs at my honesty.

  And her laugh is fucking beautiful.

  “What makes you an asshole then?” She flirtatiously twirls the straw from her drink around the rim of her glass.

  “You don’t run a billion-dollar empire by making friends,” I slip my finger under her chin, “I go after what I want and very rarely accept no for an answer.”

  Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, her chest rising with her heavy breaths, “And what is it that you want?”

  “Right this moment,” my thumb grazes over her lower lip, “to finally kiss these pouty lips.” For all of the places my lips have traveled on her body, not once have I had the pleasure of tasting her mouth.

  She smirks and raises and an eyebrow as a defiant “no” passes over her lips.

  Turning on my bar stool, I grip her hips and roughly pull her to her feet between my thighs. My fingers trail up the back of her neck until they tangle in her hair. Leaning close, I fist her hair just hard enough to elicit a response as I growl against her lips, “I told you, I rarely take no for an answer.”

  My lips are so close to hers that I practically feel each of her heavy ragged breaths flutter across them.

  “But if I kiss you,” my lips vibrate against hers, “I don’t know if I’d be able to stop myself from stripping you bare and fucking you on this bar.”

  Her mouth gapes, and it takes every bit of restraint I have not to thrust my tongue into her mouth. Easing the tension in her hair, I slide my fingers back down her neck as I pull back from her. She pants, and her eyes stare at me filled with lust as she stands unmoving between my legs.

  Mentally willing her to move, she stays rooted in place.

  “Fuck it,” I grip her face in both palms and force my tongue into her mouth. Snaking my arms around her body, I pull her tight to me and fist her hair hard enough to cause her to moan into my mouth. Needing more, I tug harder until she is fighting against my grips to keep her lips pressed tightly against mine.

  Pulling apart, we are both breathless. Her fingers rest against her swollen lips before she hesitantly mutters, “I think I need to go.”

  She stands and grabs her purse and coat, “After that, if I stay, I don’t trust myself to not wind up in that bathroom with you or at your place. And I’m not having some one-night fling with my boss.”

  “Who said it’d be a fling?”

  “You know what I mean. This isn’t how this happens. If it happens.”

  “It’s late,” I stand. “Let me drive you home.”

  “No,” she firmly places her hand against my chest, “I’ll take the train. I don’t trust myself not to let you come up. Especially if you kiss me again.”

  “At least let me get you a cab,” I push. “The subway isn’t safe this late at night.”

  “I’ll be fine,” she mutters before briskly walking away.

  No, mi reina. You won’t.

  Dropping a couple hundred dollars on the bar to cover the tab, I race out of the bar. Shedding my jacket and dress shirt as I walk, leaving me in a black undershirt, I make my way onto the empty subway platform just as she steps onto the subway. The car she steps into is empty, as is the one I enter behind her. Pulling on my mask as we leave the station, I open the door to move into her car.

  twenty nine

  ALEXYS

  Stepping onto the empty subway car, I suddenly regret my decision of not taking Andres up on his offer for a cab.

  Ice runs through my veins when I hear the door open from the connecting car, followed by a deep, devilish laugh. Spinning around, even in the darkness of the tunnel, I know that he’s stalking toward me. I stand and make my way to the end of the car, but there is no adjoining car for me to run to. I’m stuck against the emergency exit door with the sinful man creeping toward me.