“You should’ve listened,” the deep voice is immediately in front of me, “the train isn’t a safe place for pretty girls like you this late at night.”

  The lights flicker as we exit the tunnel, and I see the familiar masked face before me. Not an ounce of fear flows through me, even though I know it should. His fingers quickly lift my dress and slide through my arousal as he deftly works his zipper.

  “Such a good girl, mi reina,” his voice is deeply disturbing as his fingers tease my entrance, “not wearing any panties.”

  Not like you left me much of a choice.

  “But I need to know,” he leans close, and his voice deepens, “Are you this wet for me? Or from kissing that man in the bar?”

  “Both,” I tremble the word, terrified of both the truth and lying to him.

  His hands grip the back of my thighs, and he pulls them around his waist as he drives my back painfully against the cold metal of the subway car. The fat head of his tip teases against my entrance, and he gravelly whispers in my ear, “Do I need to remind you who this cunt belongs to?”

  My lips barely part to respond as he forcefully drives every inch of himself into me. Pinning me to the wall, he fucks me hard. Every thrust more brutal than the last. Savage grunts vibrate against my neck and my screams fill the subway car.

  “This tight little cunt is mine,” he growls in my ear. “Other men don’t get the pleasure of making you wet. Understood?”

  “Yes,” I moan my response against the side of his masked face as he continues to slam into me.

  “Tell me it belongs to me, and I will think about letting you come,” his thrusts decrease to a painfully slow pace as he denies me the orgasm that was just within reach.

  He pulls from me completely as the train slows to a stop at my station. An evil glint flickers in his eyes as he steps back from me, “Run, mi reina. Because if I catch you, I’m teasing my cunt until I’m certain you know it will only ever be mine.”

  I hesitate for a moment and dart from the train. Taking the steps two at a time, I can hear him right behind me. My heels click rapidly along the concrete as I run down the block toward my building. At times he’s so close I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, but he doesn’t catch me.

  He’s fucking toying with me.

  Fumbling with my keys in the front door, the heavy soles of his shoes pound against the stairs. My key turns and I lunge into the lobby, sprinting toward the stairwell. My palms sting with a burning pain when they slap against the metal door. It creaks loudly as I swing it open and step inside.

  His large hand clamps over my mouth as he bulldozes me further into the stairwell. Pressing my chest to the wall, he hikes up my skirt and slams his cock into me so hard my eyes water. “Fucking mine,” he growls possessively in my ear. “Only mine.”

  With his hand covering my mouth and nose, I can barely breathe as he takes me. My screams are muffled, but he’s bringing me to the brink so hard and fast they echo through the stairwell like desperate moans. The impending orgasm no more than a couple of thrusts away, my body begins to tighten, and he slowly slides himself from me.

  “Greedy sluts don’t get to come,” I feel him tuck himself back into his pants behind me, “Not until they’ve been punished.”

  His hand still covers my mouth, his free arm wraps around my waist, and he effortlessly lifts my feet from the ground. As though I weigh nothing, he carries me up the six flights of stairs without so much as getting winded. Lowering my feet to the ground, he pins me against the door to my apartment. His fingers trace over the remnants of the bloody note he had previously left as he reads the word, “Mine. Maybe we should wake your neighbors and show them just how mine you are.”

  His fingers slide under my skirt and press between my thighs, teasing against my entrance. “Open the door, mi reina, or you’re going to be a quivering mess in this hallway for everyone to see.”

  Two fingers dip inside me as I slide the key into the door. He takes his time and teases me as I struggle to open the door. “Please,” I plead against his palm as I press the door open.

  “More?” he teasingly questions as he begins to work me harder, “Does my greedy slut want more?”

  He pulls his fingers from me and plunges them into my mouth until I nearly gag on them before snarling, “Too fucking bad.”

  thirty

  ANDRES

  Carrying her to the bedroom, I pull her onto the bed and climb on top of her until I’m smothering her and grinding my cock against her bare ass. I squeeze my hand between us, unfasten my belt, and slide it from my pants. Looping it around her wrists, I bind her to the bar at the foot of the bed.

  When I sit up, I straddle the back of her thighs and pull the knife from my pants. She whimpers beneath me as I cautiously cut every inch of fabric from her until she is lying bare beneath me.

  “How many times do you think I need to deny this beautiful body of yours before you’re willing to admit that every inch of it belongs to me?” I question haughtily as I climb from the bed and remove my clothes.

  “It’s not three,” I pull her thighs apart, stopping to marvel at her dripping cunt before I press my fingers into her warmth. “Maybe it’s four?”

  My fingers dip in and out of her slick center slowly, drawing out the torture of her denial. Her hips buck from the bed, trying desperately to take me harder and deeper. In turn, I increase my teasing.

  “Not four either,” I snicker in her ear as she squeezes around my fingertips, trying to keep them inside of her.

  Grabbing the still perfectly folded tie from her pillow, I unfold it and drag the cool silk up her legs and spine, watching as she squirms beneath it. Without allowing her a moment to relax, I slide it over her eyes, tying it in place before removing my mask and dropping it beside her on the bed.

  Lifting her hips, I press my face between her thighs and eagerly try to lick every drop of arousal from her. My tongue swirls over her clit as I suck it into my mouth, and I hear her tugging at the restraints as I work her to the edge. Licking up her ass, I swirl my tongue around her tight hole before biting her cheek.

  “Please,” she whimpers in pain against the mattress. Beads of sweat begin to gather at the base of her spine, as she endures the sweet torture of my denial.

  “This is my cunt,” I slap my palm against her tender clit, “Isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she breathlessly cries out when my hand strikes against her swollen flesh again.

  “That’s a good girl,” I whisper against her ear as I ease two fingers into her and tease her sensitive pussy, “Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”

  “Yes,” she nods against the mattress, her thighs quivering around my hand.

  Loosening the belt, I release her restraints from the bed, roll her onto her back, and re-cinch the makeshift cuffs around her wrists. Holding her wrists to the mattress with one hand, I climb between her thighs and slide the head of my cock up and down her wet slit before sliding into her.

  “Fuck, mi reina,” I groan against her neck as I press into the hilt before stilling, “It’s like your tight little cunt was made to take my cock. Tell me why it’s made to take only my cock.”

  “Because it’s yours,” her back arches, and she tries to push her hips further onto my buried cock, “like I’m yours.”

  I stare at her lips as she says the words and they pull me to her like a magnet. My lips press against hers, and tentatively they part as an invitation for my tongue. Sliding my tongue against hers, our kiss becomes needy and fervent as my hips grind against her. Pulling back, I nip at her lower lip between my teeth before continuing my bites down her neck.

  “Say it again, baby,” my lips kiss over her heaving breasts, stopping briefly to tease each of her nipples. “Tell me who you belong to, mi reina.”

  Her luscious thighs squeeze around my waist as I drive my cock into her, each thrust eliciting a breathy moan. Fighting to get out the words, her back flexes from the bed, “You. Your queen belongs to you. I belong to you.”

  Lex’s fingers wrap around the bar above her, and I release her wrists. Burying my face in the crook of her neck, my hands cannot grip her hips fast enough. I need to hold her tight and I relish in making her come as mine.

  “Come for me,” I bury my cock into her harder than before. “Let me watch you as I fill you with my cum.”

  Her fingers flex around the bar so tightly that her knuckles turn white from her grip as she comes undone beneath me. As much as I want to savor this moment, her cunt pulsing around my cock does me in. Sucking on the base of her neck to stifle my own screams, I spill every drop of me inside of her.

  “Fuck,” the word blows over her lips as she tries to catch her breath.

  thirty one

  ALEXYS

  Every bit of me is satiated and sore, yet when he slides out of me, I want more. His lips tenderly kiss along my neck and arms as his fingers work to undo the belt restraining my wrists.

  “The belt can go,” his voice firm as the buckle clatters against the hardwood floor, “but the blindfold stays.”

  I’m about to protest when he rolls off me and pulls me tight against his body. For as savagely as he has claimed me and forced me to be his, this moment is too tender to ruin. His arm wraps around me, my head rests on his chest, and his fingers stroke my hair from his face.

  A completely fucked up moment of domesticated bliss.

  The logical parts of my brain scream at me that everything about this is completely delusional. But they are drowned out by how wanted this man has managed to make me feel. Even if it is abhorrent.

  My fingers trace over his rippled abs, wishing I could see the ink beneath them, as a smile creeps over my face, “So, what kind of pillow talk does one have with their stalker anyway?”

  “I wouldn’t know,” I catch a tinge of amusement in his normally gruff and commanding voice when he responds, “I’ve never been obsessed with anyone like I am with you.”

  “You mean I’m your first?” I question too excitedly. “Does that mean I popped your stalker cherry?”

  A deep, hearty laugh rattles from beneath me. He rolls and is swiftly on top of me pinning my hands to the mattress above my head. He shifts his weight and I feel his hardening length graze over my hip. He thrusts into me as his hands skim over every inch of my body. His lips dust over mine as he groans, “And my last.”

  And just like that, I’m fucking done for.

  I’m going to fall for this man.

  Even if I don’t know his name…

  Or have never seen his face.

  I am falling for him.

  Rolling over, I feel for him beside me as I wake up, but the sheets are cold and empty. When I fell asleep on his chest early this morning, he was clear that he wouldn’t be here when I woke up. Yet, part of me was hopeful he would change his mind.

  But he didn’t.

  Every trace that he was here is gone again, with the exception of my sore body and the faint bands of bruising around my wrists.

  Finding my purse, I dig out my phone and find I have several missed texts.

  JESSA

  Obviously waiting impatiently for details over here.

  DEANNA

  I’ll say what my lovely wife won’t. Did Boss Man take you home and fuck you senseless?

  Because he definitely looked like he could back up that BDE!

  Laughing at them, I type my response.

  You do both know that you can pick up your own dick at stores all over the city, right? They even deliver them straight to your doorstep.

  I smirk at the thought of the monster dildo still sitting on my kitchen counter.

  JESSA

  She lives! No death by dick?

  No. I didn’t bring him home. He kissed me.

  DEANNA

  And???????

  It was the kind of kiss that causes you to make really stupid decisions.

  JESSA

  Like getting married…

  DEANNA

  Watch it!

  I thought maybe a one-night with my boss might’ve been a bad idea.

  DEANNA

  Yes. Smart. Say no to getting fucked by a gorgeous billionaire dying to ravage you. Definitely a good call.

  I hate you.

  JESSA

  We love you too.

  I may have had one hell of an amazing night with the masked stranger, but that kiss will not stop lingering in my thoughts. For such a collected and calculated man, it was raw and unfettered. The need and urgency passed from his lips to mine, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

  How the fuck did this become my life?

  Willfully fucking my stalker and seriously debating a scandalous affair with my boss.

  At the same time.

  As if he’s reading my mind, my phone vibrates in my hand.

  MR. RAMIREZ

  I can’t stop thinking about last night.

  Neither can I.

  Granted, my thoughts are wavering between his tongue in my mouth and another man being buried deep inside of me, but that’s not the point.

  Good.

  Because I intend to kiss those lips again.

  My fingers dance delicately over my lips at the thought, and I want him to do so much more than just kiss me.

  Even if I did swear my body to another man last night.

  And if I say no?

  No, like you’re contacting HR to file a sexual harassment claim? Or no like last night?

  Maybe I haven’t decided…

  See you Monday morning Miss Noble.

  thirty two

  ANDRES

  Knowing I’m tormenting her, I should feel bad. But she’s been tormenting me since the moment I saw her. It won’t kill her to struggle with wanting to be with both sides of me for a little while.

  Stepping from the elevator, I make my way through the office and am pleased to see Alexys sitting at her desk with her back to me. I keep my footsteps; light and sneak up behind her; I lean over onto her desk, ensuring that my scruff grazes against the side of her neck. Breathing in her sweet scent, I fight the urge to spin her around and claim her lips before the office. My lips brush against her ear as I stand, and whisper, “I need to see you in my office, Miss Noble.”

  Walking to my office, I hold the door open for her. My eyes fixate on her ass, and I fumble to push the door shut before crossing the room to her. Standing inches from her with my hands at my sides, I stare into the honey-blue swirls of her eyes as she stares back up into mine.

  “Andres,” my name barely makes a sound as it passes over her lips. “This isn’t a good idea.”

  “I know,” my hand slides along her cheek and she leans into my touch. My fingers slide into her hair, and I grip it gently as I slowly close the distance between us. The rapid exhale of her breaths blows across my face.

  “Tell me you don’t want this and I might stop,” my lips dust over her cheek.

  “I can’t,” the words sound pained as she says them. Pulling her tight to me, my lips crash into hers, trying to soothe her ache.

  And mine…

  My hands roam her body as my tongue explores her mouth, and I desperately want to have her naked and screaming beneath me again. When her hands slide around my neck, and she tries to pull herself closer to me, I nearly lose control.

  “Ahem,” Alejandro loudly clears his throat from my now open office door. “Am I interrupting something?”

  “Yes,” I snarl as Alexys tries to pull from my embrace.

  “I, um,” she pulls from my grasp, “I should get back to work.

  “Fuck, Andres,” Alejandro has barely shut the door before he begins to lecture me. “You can’t fuck your staff. Especially not in the office. Fucking careless.”

  “Don’t lecture me like I fucking work for you,” I snap at him. “It isn’t like that anymore. That was your choice.”

  “It’s not,” he lowers his tone, “but what you’re doing is foolish and could destroy our whole fucking empire. Both of our empires.”

  “I would never do anything to risk what we have built,” I huff while taking the seat behind my desk. “Don’t ever doubt my commitment to you. To my family.”

  My words strike a nerve and he begrudgingly takes a seat across from me as he collects himself. After all we’ve been through, he knows it’s the truth. While the two of us would die for each other, we are both hot-headed assholes coming to terms with navigating how to be equals.

  “Who is she?” he questions.

  “Alexys,” I vaguely answer him.

  “New? Or have you been seeing her for a while?”

  “Sort of,” I respond.

  “What the fuck does that mean? How have you sort of been seeing her for a while.”

  Having been by my side through some of the worst moments of our lives, there isn’t much that Alejandro and I keep from each other. Spilling it all, I fill him in on my extracurricular activities while he has been away.

  “Jesus…Andres,” he huffs as I finish, “And she has no idea?”

  “No,” I shake my head. “I’ve been dropping hints, but no.”

  “And she doesn’t know about,” he pauses, and I know immediately that he’s referring to our double life running a drug cartel, “either?”