Page 102 of Razor

“It doesn’t seem that way.”

“I can assure you, if I had known you were interested, I would have reciprocated.”

“Interested?”

Her low chuckle is lighting desire in my entire body, and she whispers smoothly, “What can you offer me, Santiago? Why should I choose you?”

My heart is pounding; sweat is running down my back as my plans change in a second.

Josephine no longer of interest.

“Because I can give you something, no other man can.”

“I’m listening.”

I tighten my hold. My hand drops lower to the base of her spine, my cock pressing against the sheer fabric of her dress.

“Pleasure, pain, deprivation. Anything you want, I can get for you. No matter how twisted your imagination is, I am your man for that.”

“But what if I want the fairy tale, Santiago? Perhaps I want a man to sweep me off my feet and make me feel special. To woo me, to care for me, to treasure me. Are you the man for that job, or should I carry on searching for my prince?”

“I can be all of those things. I am extremely adaptable.”

“I heard of your reputation.”

“Good news obviously travels fast.”

I am racking my brains to place anyone who could have spoken about me. It appears my goddess prefers my blend of wicked depravity. I don’t do the fairy tale, merely the horror story, and her talk of otherwise doesn’t fool me for a second.

“Perhaps we could continue this discussion later; do you have a place we can go?”

I’m outspoken. I sense she will love that about me, and her words hitch on her smile.

“What do you have in mind?”

My hand slips lower, my loaded gaze powering dark intent into hers, and I give her what she is obviously gagging for.

“I will fuck you raw and then whip you so hard I draw blood. Then I will fuck your mouth until you choke.”

That should do it. I sense her interest growing, and then before I can continue, she pulls away and cracks her palm against my face, so hard my head falls to the side.

“How dare you!”

She yells so loudly heads turn in confusion to face us and before I can recover, those fucking men with her fall on me like lions.

The huge one grabs my arms behind my back while the pretty boy punches me hard in the gut, causing me to choke, my face still burning with the imprint of Sophie’s hand. They manhandle me to the exit, the crowd parting as we go, and I scream for my men, “Where the fuck are my guards?”

From the corner of my eye, I notice them in an altercation with a man and a woman who looks very familiar. It’s chaos, and as my head spins, I struggle against the pain.

We reach the entrance to the hotel, and the huge guy punches me full in the face. My nose breaking, causing me to scream in pain. He kicks me hard against the stomach, and the other guy lifts me with a strength he sure hid well, and as I fly onto the sidewalk outside, my head cracks against the stone.

I have never experienced pain like this, but I have no time to process that as my car screeches to a stop beside me and my guards bundle me inside.

“Josephine.”

Despite my pain, I glance around me, noting she is not sitting where she should be.

I tap angrily on the screen between me and the driver, and as it lowers, I scream with rage, “Where the fuck is my slave?”