Page 26 of Vow to Corrupt You (Gods of Corruption #1)

Nikos

The air is heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and the faint aroma of whiskey after we spent the past couple of hours in my office plotting our vendetta against the Castros.

The fucking Colombians dared to attack us on our territory, causing thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, in damage, killing a few of my men, and shooting my uncle.

They must’ve known we were planning a shipment because they showed up in the right place at the right time.

Doesn’t seem like a coincidence. They started a gunfight in one of our ports while my men were preparing the delivery.

Hundreds of stacks of packed cocaine were destroyed or seized.

The slaughter wouldn’t have ended if it weren’t for the authorities’ arrival.

Most of the Colombians fled, and now I have to pull some strings to get my men who were arrested out of jail.

I own the local police, but considering the severity of the operation, it was assigned to the international authorities.

Nothing I can’t handle as a member of the Gods, but it complicates things, and it’s the last thing I need right now. More issues.

“We must’ve had a leak, which means we have a rat inside.” I inhale deeply from my cigar. “A rat I will find and kill myself. This can’t go unanswered.”

“There’s one more thing,” Dimitris says, squeezing a bandage on his arm where the bullet grazed it. He was one fortunate bastard that it was only a simple scrape.

“What?” My voice hardens, and I put the cigar in the ashtray.

Dimitris reaches into his pants pocket and hands me a piece of paper.

“And that is?” I take the folded piece across the desk.

“One of the Colombians threw it toward me, wrapped around a rock. I think they spared me intentionally so I could deliver the message to you.”

I unfold the note, and my jaw tightens instantly as I read what it says:

I’ll fuck your bitch in every hole before I return her head to you in a plastic bag.

My fist clenches, and the sound of crushed paper rings in my ears. I see red. All I see is red.

“Bring me Rodrigo Castro. Alive,” I demand with a tone so dark it would scare the Devil himself. I’ll fucking kill that piece of shit with my bare hands. Something I never… rarely do.

Remo nods to the capos, and they leave to ready the soldiers.

“Nikos, you need a distraction to ease the tension. Think more clearly.” Dimitris signals the bodyguard standing by the door, who then lets in two women dressed in as little as possible.

“Are you suggesting I need a whore to handle my business?” I stand from my chair, and a dangerous hiss syncs with the bang of my hands on the wooden desk.

Dimitris’s gaze drops down briefly before he dares to look me in the eyes again. “You and your wife have separate bedr—”

“What I do with my wife is none of your business.”

“What’s going on here?”

Both of my hands curl into fists as my gaze falls on her. Serena, in the doorway. She looks at the half-naked women and then at me. Disappointment pales her face. The timing.

“Everyone out,” I command, shooting a lethal glare at Dimitris. “Now.”

As the last of them leaves, I lock eyes with Serena, my head cocks. “Is there anything you need?” My tone is low and harsh. I can’t get the note out of my mind.

‘I’ll fuck your bitch in every hole before I return her head to you in a plastic bag.’

Over my dead body, you son of a bitch.

My fists tighten even more, so hard my knuckles turn white.

This woman has been driving me mad from the very first moment my gaze landed on her.

Her presence alone pushes me to my limits, and now this.

I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for her.

Because of her, I have cast out one of the most significant allies in society.

Because of her, I’m locked in a war with the Colombians.

Because of her, I can’t sleep at night, watching her sleep.

Because of her, I want to murder the fucking bastard with my bare hands, feel his skin breaking under my fingertips before soaking in his warm blood while I choke him to death. With. My. Bare. Fucking. Hands.

All because of her.

It’s all because of her, and the sickest part is that I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She’s the source of my torment and everything that I desire. She will be the death of me, either by driving me to madness or getting me killed while protecting her. But it would be a worthy death, wouldn’t it? To die for something that pushes you to the brink of insanity.

“Is that how all of your meetings look like?” She tries to hide the exasperation in her tone, snapping me out of the mayhem of my mind.

“What’s the matter, wicked one ?” Wrath boils inside me, but I fight to keep it contained.

I see the fear crossing her face, the vein in her neck pulsating wildly. She fidgets with her wedding ring and swallows nervously as I make a half-circle around my desk and approach her.

“Jealous?” I growl as I stand there, looming over her like a storm cloud.

She hesitantly casts her mocha eyes upward.

“You’re jealous of any other man I talk to, about the thoughts running through their heads, which I have no control over.

You expect me to stay away from any other man who isn’t you.

I thought it’d only be fair if you did the same for me, show some respect. ”

“You want me to be exclusive, wicked one ?” My lips twitch.

She steps back as I inch closer, trapping her between the wall and my body that hovers over her.

She tips her head. “I don’t expect you to be faithful, but at least try not to be so obvious with your whores.”

“Faithful?” My head cocks, hand wrapping around her throat. “I haven’t touched these women.” My lips brush against hers in a dangerously soft caress. “I haven’t touched any other woman, for that matter.”

Her gaze tangles with mine, caught somewhere between dread and something dangerously close to desire.

“Not since I first laid eyes on you. You’re driving me insane. All I think about is you. All I crave is you. I can’t stand it. The way you consume my thoughts, my mind... It’s sickening.”

I pinch one of the fingers of my free hand between my teeth and pull the glove off, letting it fall to the floor.

Nibbling her bottom lip, I slide my hand underneath her night robe, between her thighs, spreading them slightly to access her core.

The sight of her in that black silky piece is beyond irresistible, so sinful it should be forbidden.

A moan escapes her throat, her eyelids heavy as I stroke my fingertips over the thin, wet fabric of her thong.

“You haunt me…my obsession,” I whisper against her ear, teasing the edge of her thong aside to circle her sensitive clit, my other hand still gripping her neck. “Let me be all that you desire.”

She looks into my eyes as I pull away, gasping for air. I kiss her, fierce and demanding, loosening my grip just slightly to let her sip the breath from my lips. From me. I am her air.

Speeding up the pace, I rub her pearl, her whimper melting into our kiss. Her hands wrap around my nape, pulling me closer with need.

“You are,” she breaks the kiss for a moment, “You are everything that I desire, Nikos.” Her back arches, head falling back onto the wall while sigh after sigh escapes her parted lips, blending with the sound of my fingers gliding through her wetness.

With a swift move, I whirl her around and push all the things on the wooden surface of my desk aside, clearing space before placing her on top.

Glass shatters, and documents float to the floor, muffling her heavy breaths and cries of pleasure.

I trail urgent kisses along her jawline and down the curve of her neck, which I still grip.

My other hand roams between her thighs that spread for me as if on command.

Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. The bulge in my pants grows at the mere thought of fucking her.

The way my cock would slide inside her dripping wet pussy without much resistance.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes out, her voice coy and innocent. “I beg you.”

“You beg?” I growl, locking my gaze with hers. She may sound all sweet and innocent, but her eyes blaze with sin. “Beg for what, wicked one ?”

“Let me come,” her cheeks flush even more. “Take me, do whatever you want with me, just please don’t stop.”

A sinister smirk curls my lips, and I lean to her ear once more, “You’ll beg for mercy, but all you’ll get is more of my torment.”

I lean back, and her eyes dart between mine in a rush of frustration before something wicked ignites in her dark, endless, abyss-like irises. She quickly composes herself, a spark of resolution painting her face, as she sinks to her knees, never breaking eye contact.

“What are you doing?” My tone is cold and harsh, a contrast to the lust burning in every vein in my body.

Her hands tremble slightly as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my fly.

My muscles tense as I feel her soft hands pulling out my rock-hard cock.

I watch her lips part slowly, coating them with my pre-cum as she teases the head of my shaft.

With her eyes still locked with mine, she sticks out her tongue and licks the entire length of my shaft, starting from its base and trailing all the way to the crown.

Fuck . A deep grunt drawls in my chest at the feeling of her soft lips wrapping around my cock.

The feeling is maddening. She takes it in as far as she can.

I grip her hair and push farther down her throat.

The gagging sound fuels me with some fucked-up kind of lust. I love seeing the fear in her eyes as she realizes she’s at my mercy.

There’s no escape. But what she doesn’t realize is that I’m completely at her mercy. She owns me, not the other way around.

I make a few more thrusts, forcing her to take my length as deep as I want it before pulling her hair back so my cock pops out of her mouth. She gasps for air, looking at me with her lashes wet from tears.

I clutch her throat; the thought that I had my cock shoved deep down it just seconds ago is so insane. With a firm grip, I pull her to her feet. Her lips just a breath away from mine.

“Don’t provoke the Devil if you can’t handle the dance, wicked one .” I wipe the saliva off her lips with my thumb. “Because next time, I will show no mercy and come in that pretty mouth of yours, making sure you swallow every drop like a good girl.”

Her eyes soften, filling with something dark. “Is it a threat or a promise?”

I smirk. “Well, well. Welcome to the dark side, wicked one .”

It’ll be fun having you here.