Page 10 of Malicious Claim (Dark Inheritance #1)

A Wicked Seduction

“ Si , signore .” Cecelia left the office, her barefoot leaving a set of bloodied footprints on the floor

Makros moved from his desk, walked to the door, and banged it shut. Then he turned to face Leila. “Have you lost your mind?”

The gun suddenly felt too heavy in her hands. Leila, who smelled like vanilla and wore heels that could poke holes into men’s skulls, felt too tired to hold a gun. It sounded normal to an average person, but in her world, it was the most embarrassing thing that could happen.

If anyone had told her to her face that she’d be too weary to wield a gun; she would have blown bubblegum in their face.

“You should die,” she said in a low voice.

“That’s clearly what you wish, but not today, Wifey. Today, we will party.” He smiled smugly. His face, god help her, was the most charming thing she'd ever laid eyes on.

“What are you doing?” she asked, raising her blood-red eyes to him. “You...you just...just killed an innocent maid and...and–”

“What am I doing? Can you explain what you mean? Why are you suddenly so calm and composed? No hitting me. No swearing. What is this? Oh, haven't you noticed, Wifey? I’m doing the exact opposite of your expectations.”

“Don't call me Wifey, Sunshine or darling,” she hissed.

“But you are mine. My darling wife.” His voice was rich with mockery.

She replied with a bitter laugh. “Your wife? Even if I entertained that notion for a second, just for a second, you were being sucked dry by another woman. Is that how you italian’s do marriage over here?”

“Well, if I asked you to suck my dick, would you?” He threw the question casually at her.

“I would agree just to bite it off.”

He threw his head back and laughed heartily.

She hated how rich his laughter sounded.

How, instead of grating her ears, it tickled them.

He was the most complex man she had ever had to deal with, and it was only beginning to dawn on her that life with him until she got the opportunity to kill him would not be easy.

“You see what I mean? A man needs to fuck. You know it too. Why are you acting like you're conservative when you’re American?”

She unexpectedly flung his gun at him, but his hand reflexively reached out to catch it.

The moment it touched his hand, he pointed it at her. “Do you always do everything your mind tells you to do?”

“You just insinuated that only men need to make love. It was trifling to my ears, and I needed you to stop talking.” She was slowly gaining her confidence back.

“I said fuck. What is it, love? Too shy to say the word? If you like to do it, it shouldn't be hard to say.” He was teasing her.

“No, I'm not doing this with you. I want to go to my room.”

The smile on his face disappeared as he lowered the gun. “But you're on timeout.” He turned and returned to his desk, placing the weapon beside the other gun he had shot the maid with. He sat, swirling in his chair.

“I can be on timeout in my room,” she replied.

“Why? Didn’t like my room even after going through it?”

“Oh, I liked it alright. But I’m not sure you would like it after my presence there.” She was being cryptic.

He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Wifey,” he began in an icy voice. It was so cold it sent chills down her body.

“My room is my sanctuary. I don’t let anyone in, and I keep it as spotless as possible.

If you’ve done anything to change the state I left it in, it won’t end well. ” The warning sounded real.

The tone he had used ideally would have made her hurry out of his presence in fear.

Deep down, she was scared to death by all he had said, but the stubbornness in her blood would never let her show it.

“You should have said something quicker.

I'm telling you to your face now, darling husband, you may regret leaving me alone in your room.”

He strode purposefully towards her, wearing a scowl. She braced herself up for the impact of his hands on her face by raising a proud chin. But as he stopped in front of her, he pushed his hand to the back of her head, and his lips came crashing down on hers.

This time, she didn’t resist. She took part in the kiss that was rough, hard, and combative. She gave and took as much as he did, leaving no stone unturned.

When he pulled his mouth away, she surprised him by rising on her toes and placing her lip back on his. He didn’t move, he only watched to see what she’d do.

“You think you’re the only one that can play this game?” She mumbled across his lip.

“What game?” His voice came out rough.

“I’m not a fool, Makros. When will you get that?” She asked, throwing her hand across his shoulders.

“I don’t think you’re a fool, baby girl. Childish? Yes. Never had a cock so big it rocked your world and tamed that cocky mouth of yours? Absolutely. But never a fool.” He toyed with her hair around his fingers.

“And you think you have this stick that’ll tame me? So sexist.” She grabbed his dick.

“Not a stick, darling. It’s more like wood. And I don’t think, I know.”

“Ah, aren't you a cocky one?” She grabbed his hand and took it behind her. Placing it on her butt, she raised her head to look at him.

“You think you’ll make me forget about your misbehavior by doing all this?” He squeezed her butt like he was kneading dough.

It was as soft though, and he wished she was bold enough to push it under her short skirt instead. Then he’d know she would do everything to go against him.

“I don’t care if you forget or not. I told you I can play your games, too.” She spun around and with ease, she pinned him against the wall.

“Is it a game if I want to bend you against a wall, my little torturer?” He reversed their position.

“So what are you waiting for? Do it.”

She dared him.

Their eyes locked in a fierce exchange. In her head, she had him exactly where she wanted. She couldn’t believe she almost gave up.

For a while, she’d forgotten the art of defeating a psychopath.

Find his weakness and use it against him.

In the case of this giant-sized man, it was his hunger for her body.

However, she didn’t put everything into consideration and was utterly shocked when he spanked her butt, and forcefully stepped back, his face breaking into a maniacal grin.

“Whatever you did to my room, go and undo it. I'll send over someone to help out. For your sake, darling, leave my room as you saw it.”

Her head exploded as the stench of defeat wafted through the air. The corny bastard was feigning being seduced when all along he had been in charge.

“Monster,” she whispered in a hushed tone.

“Shall I call you a whore then for throwing yourself at me? I’ve watched countless men piss themselves, bite their tongues, and even take their own lives in front of me.

If you want to beat me, you have to do better than that.

Now get out of my office, please. I have to prepare for tonight. ” He shooed her away like a bird.

“You know, one of these days, Makros Crete, your ego will be deflated.” She turned around and stormed out of the room.

His eyes trailed behind her until she disappeared out of sight. “Damnit! Stubborn goat.”

He punched the table. She was doing everything in her power to get under his skin. Never had he met a woman more nerve-wracking. It had taken every strength in his body to resist her seduction.

He was a master of control. But right now he felt moving guns and ammunition across state lines was more accessible than this battle with the fiery redhead. But he was Makros Crete, the most feared man in the States.

Grabbing his phone, he dialed a number.

“I want you to prepare a dress for my wife. She’ll be coming with me to the club tonight.” He hung up without waiting for a response. “Let’s play, baby,” he whispered.