Page 3 of His Playmate
“I wanted to do this the easy way,” Wolf said, pulling the belt out from the loops of his black slacks. “All you had to do was tell me where my son is and why you’ve taken him.” He held the belt in his hands, folding the leather in half. “Since you’re not the type to sit down and talk about it, we’ll do this a different way. Place both of your hands on the desk and bend over.”
“What?” Diego narrowed his eyes. “No fucking way you’re going to tell me what to do.”
“You’re in my office. Youwilldo as I say.”
Diego’s lip curled into a sneer. Who did Wolf think he was, ordering Diego around? “No,” Diego said. He understood now. Wolf was going to punish him by humiliating him.
Wolf rounded the desk. Diego lifted a fist, but before he could land a punch, Wolf’s fist connected hard with Diego’s abdomen. He buckled over, the sudden, sharp hit ripping through him. Coughing, Diego clutched his stomach, feeling the roll of nausea.
Wolf fisted Diego’s hair and slammed his head into the desk. Blood burst out of his nose and trickled over his lips and chin. Dazed from the sudden attack, Diego groaned and rested his forehead against the smooth surface. Wolf’s knee wedged its way between Diego’s legs, and he kicked them apart.
“Now let’s try again.Where is my son?” Wolf asked.
There was no doubt in Diego’s mind that if he didn’t have Wolf’s son, then the yakuza boss would kill him. But Diego was the only person who could return the kid to Wolf. That was enough to make Diego bear this pain. It was better than losing his life.
When Diego didn’t answer, a low threatening growl crawled up from the back of Wolf’s throat. Danger had a way of turning Diego on, and although he didn’t like to admit it, Wolf’s manhandling was making him hard. Diego appreciated good-looking men and liked it when they were rough with him. But that was only when Diego let them treat him that way, and now wasn’t the time for that.
Wolf kept Diego pinned by the back of his neck and slid the belt between his ass cheeks. Diego’s face was hot. He was trembling against the desk, the wood digging into his hips. No man dared to touch him without permission, but Wolf was acting like he owned him. On an intellectual level, Diego knew this was wrong, but his body was enjoying the masculine touch of a man he hated.
Yanking against Wolf’s strong hold, Diego sneered. “Get off me.”
“You’re only making this difficult for yourself,” Wolf said.
“I don’t care!” Diego glared over his shoulder at Wolf, his head throbbing. They made eye contact, and Diego refused to be the first to look away. Wolf was difficult to read. He didn’t display his emotions, and Diego couldn’t decipher his thoughts.
Wolf’s aura of power and control was suffocating. Diego’s mouth parted, but he didn’t speak. Stuck in Wolf’s hard gaze, he licked the blood from his lips, the taste of copper bursting on his tongue. He knew if it went that far, Wolf would not only dominate his asshole but his life too.
Diego’s cock swelled, but he couldn’t let Wolf continue. If word got out about this, other gangsters would talk about him, mock him. Diego definitely didn’t want that. He had underestimated Wolf, but he needed to fight back, even if Wolf had the upper hand.
He jerked away, but Wolf shoved him down against the desk with unmatchable strength. “Let me go!” Diego shouted. He had no control in this situation and was losing to Wolf fast. But he had already known he had fucked up; that was obvious as soon as Wolf’s men caught him off guard and captured him. Diego should have known better than to fuck with a yakuza boss.
Now looking at his position, he wished he hadn’t called Wolf and arranged the meeting. He had set himself up, not realizing how dangerous Wolf Lone truly was. That was a huge mistake, and Diego was regretting it, but he was too stubborn to back down. Diego had built up his own name, made himself one of the most notorious gangsters in LA. Now wasn’t the time to risk losing his reputation. He’d handle this, no matter how hard his heart slammed against his chest, and panic jumped around inside his head.
“What’s the matter, boy? Did you think I’d go easy on you?” Wolf said, his voice a deep purr.
Clenching his teeth, Diego stirred against Wolf, his ass rubbing against his assailant’s thigh as he tried to pull away. The grip on the back of his neck tightened, and he stopped moving.
“Does this make you hard? To have a man dominate you …” Wolf asked, snaking a hand around to cup Diego’s swollen balls.
Eyes widening, Diego tensed his body and instinctively bucked forward. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
Wolf yanked Diego’s jeans down his lean legs and grabbed his brief-clad bottom with one hand. He squeezed hard; a huff escaped Diego’s lips. Wetness slicked the tip of Diego’s cock and soaked his underwear.
“You are as stubborn as they say.”
Diego sniffed hard, his nose throbbing. He wasn’t sure if Wolf had broken it. “You don’t know me.”
“I know who you are.” Wolf spoke with unrivalled confidence. “You’ve made quite the name for yourself. You’re supposed to be this vicious man, robbing, killing. And you’re only twenty-four. All I see is a pretty boy playing gangster.”
Diego scoffed. “Is that supposed to scare me, Wolf?”
“You want me to go deep, don’t you?”
“You know nothing.”
“I know what I need to. Like the fact that you were born in Spain and migrated to the US. Your father killed your mother; you in turn killed your father before starting up this gang of yours.”
Diego felt his eyes darken. How did Wolf know all that? Who had told him?
