Chapter Ten

Naz

" Y ou need to make a move against him, príncipe ," Nicolas argues. "If you don't, he will only grow bolder."

"Enough," I growl, throwing up my hand as my patience with him runs out. He's been hounding me about this for two goddamn days now. Ever since I informed him that Niall Sullivan had killed another of our men.

Brynna cried when she delivered that news in a hushed whisper over the phone the night I dropped her off at home. I'm mad as hell I couldn't pull her onto my lap and console her. I'm furious she feels guilt at all. This is not her fight, it's not her war. And yet, she feels obligated to try to end it anyway.

I don't know what the fuck Niall did with Josef's body, but we've yet to find it. That point isn't sitting well with Nicolas. He wants to strike.

But I can't. So long as Brynna is determined to stay in that house and try to end this peacefully, I won't risk her. With one of my own goddamn men aligned against me, I can't. It's too dangerous. I trust that her father won't hurt her. But a rat? Someone willing to betray his oaths? There's no telling what he's capable of doing.

But the moment she calls me and tells me she's done? The instant she's safely behind my walls? I'll do what the fuck I need to do. She won't be in the middle then. She'll be mine, under my protection. Safe. And I'll make damn sure everyone knows that I'll take any move against me as a direct threat to her.

They'll either heed my warning or suffer the consequences. Part of me hopes whoever the fuck is working against me is foolish enough to tempt fate. Part of me hopes her father is, too.

Because of him, she's there instead of in my arms, in my bed. I haven't had my hands on her gorgeous body, my fucking tongue on her tasty little asshole, my cock in her perfect cunt in two days.

I'm not a happy man.

"But príncipe …"

I slam my hand down on the desk, rattling a paperweight off the side. "I said enough!" I snap. "I'll make a move when I'm good and goddamn ready. Until then, shut the fuck up, and get back to work figuring out who the fuck is trying to rip this organization apart!"

Nicolas falls silent, frustration burning in his gaze as he stares at me. For a long moment, he says nothing. And then he mutters a curse. "Love has blinded you, Nazario."

"What did you say?" I snarl, gripping the edges of the desk to keep from launching myself across it.

"I'm sorry, príncipe," he says softly. "But the men are starting to talk. They think you've grown weak, that you're betraying your oaths and your people. Your organization is under attack, and you hesitate. Your people die, and you do nothing." Nicolas shakes his head, disappointment heavy in his gaze. "This isn't you."

"Get the fuck out," I say, my voice deathly calm.

"I'll go," he murmurs, holding up his hands. "But I'm merely the messenger. I want what's best for you. You know this."

"I said get the fuck out, Nicolas."

He sighs heavily, striding for the door.

As soon as it closes behind him, I grab the stapler, whipping it across the room. It slams into the wall, ripping a hole through the plaster.

The destruction that rains down doesn't calm the rage pulsing through my veins.

He's wrong, goddamn him. Brynna isn't the source of my weakness. She isn't the reason I hesitate. Whoever the fuck is stabbing me in the back is the one who has me all fucked up in the head. They're the reason I question my decisions, doubt what the fuck I'm doing.

They're a goddamn cancerous rot, infecting everything. They're feeding information to Sullivan, trying to dismantle my entire empire from the inside out. Stealing from me, from everyone.

A soft knock sounds against the door.

"Fuck off!" I roar.

Nicolas doesn't fuck off. The door clicks open, and Brynna steps through.

I'm on my feet, across the office to her in three strides.

"Brynna, mi amor ," I breathe, dragging her into my arms before the door even clicks closed behind her. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you," she whispers, melting against me. "I missed you, Naz."

Dio . She's killing me.

"What about your father and brother?"

"They think I'm on campus. They won't come looking," she promises. "They're in some meeting." Her lips slide along the underside of my jaw. "I don't care if they do. I needed your arms around me."

I grip her hips, my cock throbbing at the little thread in her voice. She's horny, aching. Cristo . Brynna wants to come.

"That isn't all you need, is it, mi cielito ?" I ask, tipping her head back to brush my lips against hers. "You came here for something more, didn't you?"

She whimpers against my lips.

"Answer me, little one."

"Yes. Please, Naz."

I press the tip of my thumb into her perfect mouth, groaning when she immediately wraps her lips around it, sucking instinctively. Fuck . This perfect little princesa doesn't even know what she does to me. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, mi cielito ."

Courage flares in her emerald eyes, darkening them. "Use me, Naz. Fuck me."

"How should I use you, hmm?" I press my thumb deeper into her mouth, fascinated by the way she sucks like an obedient little toy. "Should I choke you with my cock, Brynna? See how much you can fit down your pretty little throat?"

"Yes," she whimpers around my thumb.

"Maybe I should press you up against the windows and fuck you in front of the city, let everyone watch you beg me to defile and destroy you."

Shit. Maybe I'll do both, see how much she can take today. I'm in that kind of mood. It seems like maybe she is, too. She came here to fuck, to forget. And I'll be the goddamn master of her memories if that's what she wants.

My fingers tangle in her silky hair as I push firmly against her shoulder, guiding her to her knees. "Be a good girl and take my cock out," I command, my eyes locked on her perfect face. "Wrap those pretty lips around me and choke on it like the obedient little slut you are."

Her hands tremble as she reaches for my belt, fumbling with the buckle. A groan rumbles from my chest as she pulls my zipper down and slips her hand inside, freeing my aching cock.

"Fuck, princesa ," I hiss as she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, stroking me like she owns the goddamn thing.

Her tongue darts out, flicking her plump bottom lip like she can already taste me on it, and my cock jerks, precum beading at the tip.

She flicks her gaze up to mine, her emerald eyes dark with desire, silently begging for permission. As if I'm going to tell her no.

I fist my hand in her hair and guide her forward until her lips brush against my head. "Open," I rasp. "Take me deep, little one."

She eagerly parts her lips, enveloping the head of my cock in the hot, wet perfection of that mouth.

I groan, my knees shaking as she wraps her tongue around my crown, lapping at the cum leaking from my slit. Dio , she's good at this, a natural little cocksucker. Like she was made to be on her knees with my cock between her lips.

She bobs her head, lips stretched wide as she takes me deeper, her hand stroking what she can't fit.

"That's it, mi amor ," I praise. "Just like that. Relax your throat for me. Let me fuck that pretty face."

She whimpers around me, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure zinging through me. I curse under my breath and thrust my hips, pushing deeper.

She gags slightly but doesn't pull away.

"Fuck, such a good girl," I praise as I fuck her face with shallow thrusts, letting her get used to the sensation. "You love choking on my cock, don't you? Love the way I use your pretty mouth for my pleasure."

She moans her agreement, flattening her tongue along the underside of my shaft as I pump between her stretched lips, forcing my cock deeper.

Saliva drips down her chin, coating my balls.

I growl, fisting her hair with both hands now, holding her in place as I slam into her throat, my balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. She takes it like the perfect little cockslut she is, gagging and sputtering, tears leaking from her eyes, still looking at me with complete submission in her eyes.

I pull out, letting her gasp for air. She pants, lips swollen and slick with spit, pride blazing in her eyes.

This fucking princesa … Dio . I said I was going to break her. It was a motherfucking lie. She's already broken me, changed me, turned me from a goddamn monster to a desperate, deranged motherfucker willing to do anything just for a taste of her. Just for a smile. Just for the fucking honor of being the one who touches her like this, fucks her like this.

I'll raze this empire to the ground myself for this. For her. It'd be worth it. No question about it.

"Stand up and walk to the window," I command.

She shakily gets to her feet, stumbling to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. I grab her hips and yank her back against me, grinding my cock against the curve of her ass.

"I'm going to fuck you right here against the glass," I breathe in her ear. "I'm going to pound this needy little cunt until you're screaming my name for all of LA to hear. You want that, mi cielito ? You want everyone to know who this pussy belongs to?"

"Yes," she whimpers, pressing back against me.

Of course she does. Because this girl was made for me, desire for desire, sin for motherfucking sin.

I roughly tug her skirt up over her wide hips, yanking her lacy panties down her thighs. She gasps as I tear open her blouse, buttons pinging across the floor. I unhook her bra with a deft flick, freeing her perfect breasts.

"Hands on the glass," I order.

She obeys instantly, flattening her palms against the window like the greedy little thing she is.

I step back, drinking in the sight of her—naked except for her heels, splayed out for me, the city sprawling beyond. Fucking gorgeous.

I trail my fingers down her spine, over the swell of her ass. She shivers, goosebumps rising on her alabaster skin.

I groan when I slip my hand between her legs, my fingers sliding against her soaked thighs. I find her already soaked. "Did choking on my cock get you this wet, mi amor ?"

"No," she breathes, arching into my touch as I circle her swollen clit with my thumb.

"No?" I arch a brow.

"Your hands on my body did. The way you speak to me did. You did. Choking on your cock made me almost come. Please…"

Fuck. Her honesty is a treasure, something to protect at all costs.

I press two fingers into her tight cunt, and she cries out, clenching around me. I curl them, finding that sensitive spot inside her, and rub mercilessly.

She writhes against the glass, her full tits flattening obscenely on the window.

"Look at them down there," I murmur against her ear, pumping my fingers faster, harder. "Going about their lives, no idea that up here, an innocent little princesa is about to get fucked within an inch of her life by the big bad cartel boss they're all so afraid of."

"Naz!" she sobs, bucking against my hand.

I add a third finger, stretching her open. Fuck, she's close already, fluttering around me. Such a desperate little thing.

"Are you going to come on my fingers, mi cielito ? Coat them in your sweet cream so I can lick them clean after I ruin you?"

"Yes! I'm…I'm…" Her orgasm crashes over her, and she wails my name, convulsing against the glass.

"Good girl, princesa . Come all over my hand," I croon, working her through it until she's plastered to the window, trembling and spent.

I don't give her a reprieve. I want her wrecked, demolished with pleasure. I line myself up with her entrance and slam in to the hilt with one brutal thrust.

"Fuck!" she screams, scrabbling at the window.

I grip her hips, my fingertips digging into her soft flesh to hold her in place as I fuck into her, taking her hard.

I reach up to palm her tits, plucking at her nipples, and she screams, throwing her head back against my shoulder.

I pinch her nipples harder, twisting the sensitive peaks until she's writhing against me, impaled on my cock. "That's it, mi alma . Take it. Take everything I give you like the greedy little slut you are."

"Oh god," she sobs, her pussy clenching around my shaft as I pound into her. "Naz, I can't…it's too much!"

"You can and you will," I growl. Releasing one of her tits, I reach down to press my fingers to her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles. "I know this greedy cunt needs more, Brynna. It's never satisfied, is it? Always hungry for my cock, my tongue, my fingers. Such a desperate little hole."

She whimpers, shaking her head frantically. We both know it's a lie.

I tug on her nipple in reprimand.

"Don't lie to me, little one. I feel you dripping all over me, soaking my cock and balls. Your pussy is begging to be used hard. It wants to be stretched and filled and fucked raw."

"Please." Her voice breaks on a sob, her hands scrabbling uselessly on window, trying to find purchase, trying to find something to anchor her as I do exactly what she wanted me to do. Use her. Fuck her. "Please, Naz…"

"Please what? Use your words, pretty little princesa ."

"Please let me come!" she wails, her pussy clenching hard around my cock. "I need it! I need you!"

"That's it, mi cielito ," I rasp in her ear. "Beg for it. Beg for my cock like the desperate little slut you are."

"I'm begging!" she sobs. "Please, please, Naz! I'll do anything! Just let me come on your cock! Please !"

There's something so sweet about the way her voice breaks when she begs, about the way she whimpers and whines. About the way tears leak from the corners of her eyes. She's fucking beautiful when she's ruined, ravishing when she's this lost in pleasure. Nothing exists to her but me, her, and the intense need ripping through her veins.

She isn't a perfect little princesa , worried about war when she's on my cock, begging to come. She's just Brynna, wild, free, more fucking mine than anything has ever been before.

And goddamn, the way I love her is terrifying.

I latch onto her shoulder, biting down as I pound into her, my fingers flying over her clit. She detonates with a scream, her cunt clamping down on my cock, rippling and gushing all over me as she convulses in ecstasy.

"Fuck!" I roar, slamming into her one last time before I explode. I grind against her, emptying every last drop inside her as her pussy continues to ripple and massage my spurting cock.

She whimpers my name, the sweet sound squeezing my heart in a vise as she collapses into my arms. I wrap them around her, pulling her up against my chest, shaken to my core at the way I love this girl. At the things I'd do for her.

I scoop her into my arms, carrying her toward the sofa on the far side of my office. She burrows into me, her face pressed against my throat.

"Are you okay, mi alma ?" I murmur, running my lips across her crown, my hands across her perfect body…bringing her back down as gently as I can.

"Yes." She groans, pulling back to look at me. Her glossy eyes shift across my face. "I think I should be asking you that, though."

My brows furrow.

"There's a hole in your wall and a stapler on the floor," she murmurs. "And you yelled for me to fuck off before I opened the door."

Shit. I didn't even realize she'd noticed the stapler.

"Difference of opinion with one of my men," I mutter.

"It required a stapler to go flying?"

"That was the result." I shrug.

"What happened, Naz?" She strokes my jaw, genuine concern in her emerald eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Do I? Fuck no. Should I? Probably. Because even now, with her in my arms, fury still threatens to slide through my veins. The desire to rip this goddamn empire down around me is…powerful. I'd rather topple it myself than risk letting Rojas get his hands on it because some prick thinks he knows better than I do.

Loving her hasn't blinded me. I think the exact opposite is true. For the first time in my life, I think I'm seeing clearly. And the future I see? It's not more of this shit.

Heavy is the motherfucking head.

"Do you ever wish you were someone else, little one?" I ask wearily.

She laughs softly. "Only every day since I met you, Naz."

I tip her chin back, forcing her to look at me. "What does that mean?"

"I was just kidding."

"You weren't. Explain."

She bites her lip and shrugs, her gaze darting away from mine and then back. "I don't think I can stop this war," she whispers, her voice small in a way it's never been. "I keep looking for a way, keep hoping but…" She exhales a shaking breath, her bottom lip quivering. "There isn't one. I'm going to lose my family, Naz. Or you. That's how this ends for me. So yeah, I wish I were someone else."

I cup her face in my hands, my heart aching at the pain in her voice. "Look at me, Brynna," I command softly. When she does, I see the tears shimmering on her lashes. "I won't let that happen, mi amor . I promise you."

"How?" she whispers. "How can you possibly promise that? This is so much bigger than us. It's your entire organization."

"Nothing is bigger than us." I brush the tears from her lashes. " The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness ," I whisper, knowing instinctively that she'll recognize the line from War and Peace , that she'll understand.

"Naz," she breathes, her expression softening.

"You're what I need in this world, Brynna. More than this fucking empire. More than my own goddamn life. I'll tear it all down myself if that's what it takes to end it. I love you, little one."

Her breath catches. "W-what?"

"You heard me. The predator fell in love with his pawn." I brush my thumb over her plump bottom lip, smiling at the way her eyes widen. " Te amo . I love you. Nothing is bigger than that. Nothing matters more than that."

Tears spill down her cheeks as she launches herself at me, wrapping her body around me. "I love you too, Naz. So much that it terrifies me."

I crush her to my chest, burying my face in her fiery hair as my entire being shakes. Cristo , three little words. Three perfect little words. "I know, mi amor . I know."

She clings to me for a long moment, just letting me hold her, adore her, love her, before she pulls back, meeting my gaze.

"Why do you want to be someone else, Naz? There's nothing wrong with who you are." Her sweet smile is everything. It's redemption. It's salvation. It's peace.

"Perhaps not," I murmur. "But this goddamn empire has become a yoke around my neck."

"So cut it." She touches my cheek, her fingers gentle. "You make the rules, Naz. If these cause you pain, make new rules."

"Maybe you're right," I murmur, turning my face to kiss her fingers. Perhaps that's exactly what I need to do.