“Let go of me,” I hissed, the throbbing between my thighs pulsing with an ache that I hadn’t felt in a long time. No, scratch that. That I had never felt before. I couldn’t understand this reaction to this man. It was a foreign feeling and the only logical explanation was that my attraction to this criminal was the result of my lifelong abstinence.
It was wrong on so many levels, because I hated him.
His entire family.
“Don’t try to hit me again, mi reina.” It was a soft and gentle warning, but ruined with the slightest clench of his teeth. “I let you get away with it yesterday. Next time, you won’t be so lucky.”
“Or what?” I breathed.
My sanity was officially in the gutter. I shouldn’t be challenging him.
He pressed his face into my neck from behind and a tremble rocked through every inch of my body.
“Or I’ll have to spank you until you see things my way.” Something between a gasp and moan slipped through my lips and a languid sensation pulled on my muscles. His lips pressed against my ear. Good God, I wasn’t into spanking. Was I? “Nothing else to say?”
Confusion battled within me at my own arousal. I hated being manhandled. Most of the time, I hated being touched. And here I was, panting, hyper aware of his every breath and every spot where his body touched mine.
“I despise you,” I spat out. It was all I had.
He was a cold-blooded criminal. Lethal. His family was known for their ruthlessness. A long list of killings and human trafficking. I’d heard that they no longer dealt in human trafficking, but I wasn’t sure. Unlike the Willard Cartel, the Jeon Cartel were notorious for their anonymous and faceless presence among the criminal organizations.
It was the reason I never recognized Jeon Hudson. Isla kept secrets, trying to protect me. Father sold her to Jeon Hudson. To this day, I couldn’t understand why. He had plenty of money.
Isla was so scared of Father that she agreed to follow through with his orders. From a thousand miles away. We were in Miami, Father was in D.C. and he still controlled Isla. He terrified her so much that she walked willingly to Jeon Hudson. Freya, Maple, and I followed right along, not knowing what we walked into.
I just wished she’d told me. We could have run away together. We could have done something. Instead, we witnessed cruelty until Jeon Hudson learned Freya’s last name was Kim. After he destroyed my sister, he called up her father and like best buddies, those two laughed and joked while the four of us were led out, forever changed.
So yes, I had a vested interest in tearing down all criminals. Including those that hid behind their name and family legacies. I’d worked on tearing them all down, piece by fucking piece. I’d destroy my father for what he did to my sister. He thought he was untouchable. But I’d get him. I refused to perish from this Earth until that bastard paid for his sins.
Our bodies were flush together, his chest to my back and sparks lit beneath my skin each time he shifted. It was like being electrified and relishing in the sensation.
“You don’t despise me,” he drawled. “You might despise what I represent, but certainly not me.”
“Someone is delusional,” I snickered. I had no idea when I got this brave. Maybe all I needed was some sleep.
“Then why do I smell your arousal, Reina?” he mocked, his deep voice too close for comfort.