His Siren (A Steele Riders Family Novella Book 2) Read online

“Rox, are you ready to hit the strip or see a show?” I’m trying to breathe, wishing I was alone instead of surrounded by these brutes. My brother and his friends have always been protective of me and I love it for the most part, but right now, all I can think about is the way Emiliano stared at me while talking to Beast. My brother missed the exchange between Emiliano and me, but Cyber didn’t and he’s been watching me while talking to Beast.

  “Let’s go to a casino. I feel like gambling. I’ve got money to throw away right now.”

  “Good. Let’s go.” We head out for a few hours, but the guys are going out to drink and I already had two at the casino, so I ask Blade to take me back to the hotel.

  Once I’m in my room, I think about Emiliano again. I can’t get those deep blue eyes out of my head. Everything else about him is dark, but those eyes scream clear waters off the Caribbean.

  I haven’t stopped thinking about him this entire time. Even when telling the dealer to hit me, I pictured me begging Emiliano with those same words to bend me over and spank my ass. I ache to go out and look for the man, which is stupid because the guys will go nuts if they think I left. Besides, it’s not like the guy hasn’t found other entertainment for the night. He probably has his own harem in some room in the hotel.

  We leave in the morning, but I’m not a child anymore so I’m going out whether or not my brother approves of it. Hopefully I run into the man who has lived in my thoughts all day. I step out of my room in a tight black dress, hoping to hit the scene. No one knows us here so it’s not like I have to worry about being a target, and besides, I’m only going to the casino next door and hoping to get Emiliano’s attention.

  As soon as I reach the bank of elevators, one opens. Inside it’s him, the owner of the hotel. I let out a gasp from the pleasurable shock. He stretches out his hand for me to take. “Where are you running off to this evening, mi sirena?”

  Without hesitation, I slip my hand into his and step into the elevator. “I’m out to have some fun before they find out I’m missing.”

  He slides his hand around my waist, pulling me to his body while his other hand cups the back of my neck. “Your guard dogs won’t need to worry. You’re in the safest hands in the world, Roxanne.”

  “How do you—”

  He’s quick to answer my unfinished question. “It’s my hotel.” His body radiates heat through me, and I want more. His lips skim my neck, causing me to moan.

  “Do you usually abduct guests?” I pant, hoping he doesn’t, even though I’m not sure that would deter me. My body demands his, and he’s more than willing to give it to me. I’ve seen that look before. Pure lust flows through the man. I want to be the one to slake it.

  “Never, my sweet little siren. You are a different matter entirely.” Emiliano’s mouth strays down to my bare shoulders.

  “And what is it that you want to do?” I ask, pressing my hand on his chest, feeling his heart’s rapid beating.

  “I want to pin you against the elevator and slam my cock deep inside of you until we’re both coming, but first, I should take you to dinner.”

  “But they will see us,” I hiss, biting down on my bottom lip.

  “God, you are a true siren calling a man to his death, but do not worry, mi sirena. We will be dining in my suite.”

  “In your suite? What if I told you that I’m not hungry for food?” It’s crazy, but if I only have a few hours before my brother and his friends go hunting me down, I don’t want to waste time eating.

  “Then I’ll be dining on you in my suite, my little siren.”

  The elevator doors pop open, and he leads me inside the most kick-ass hotel room I’ve ever seen. “This is a hotel room?”

  “Well, it’s one of the luxury suites in the hotel. We have a dozen to accommodate special guests,” he informs me as if it’s no big deal.

  “Do you live here?” This place screams wealth. I know the Riders are rich in their own right and I am spoiled, but it’s never this ostentatious. Then again, we’re from small-town USA, and this is Vegas. Glitz and glamour rule these places. I’m over my head and out of my league.

  “I do.” He sighs, sensing my shift in mood. I still want him more than I can say, but I feel out of place, like I’m not good enough to be here. That’s a first for me. I’ve never felt anything less than spectacular. My parents taught me to love myself and be happy with who I was first.

  Maybe I’m nervous because he’s just too good to be true. “No hidden wife or girlfriend?”

  “No wife. Although the hidden girlfriend thing is what you’re making this. You don’t want to be seen with me.” He honestly sounds offended, which causes my heart to kick up a notch that I’m sure he can feel as he slides his hand over me.

  I blush because that’s not a complete lie, but it’s not for the reasons he might think. “That’s not because of you. My brother and his friends aren’t the kind of guys who let their little sisters sleep around.”

  “Good men.”

  “Sometimes, but they can be pains in the ass.”

  “I’m sure, but I’m not going to let them come between us. I’m not letting anything come between us,” he promises. I’ve seen firsthand that fate may not agree with other’s plans. The Steele Riders have been dealt many blows on their path to finding happiness. Still, for tonight, I need Emiliano.

  “Prove it, Emiliano.” I barely get the words out before he crushes his lips to mine, pushing his way in and owning our kiss. Slowly he leads me backward until we fall onto a massive sofa almost big enough to be a bed.

  “Preciosa,” he growls, dragging his lips away as if he’s just as greedy as I am. Grunting, he unbuttons his dress shirt halfway and lifts it over his head, tossing it on the floor in one smooth motion. My hands go straight to the hem of his undershirt, lifting it off his body. I run my fingers over his taut muscles, causing him to shudder. “Fuck. You’re going to kill me.”

  My hand drops lower to feel his length, and I’m sure I’m going to be aching in a different way very soon. “You’re the one with a thick rod ready to split me in two.” I don’t know where the boldness came from, but I can’t pull it back. Emiliano brings out the desire with just his presence. His touch is my undoing.

  “Ay Dios.” He brushes the back of his hand down my cheek as he stares into my eyes. “Mi sirena.” The words come off like a prayer from his sexy mouth. Closing my eyes, I give in to his touch. For such a strong, large man, his caress couldn’t be gentler.

  “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me as I make you come, Roxanne.” No one calls me Roxanne because I hate it, but coming from him, it’s so hot. Every letter rolling off his tongue like he’s savoring my name lustfully burns through me. He dips his head lower, swiping his tongue over the swell of my breast.

  “This is a beautiful dress, but you won’t be needing it,” he growls, grabbing the material and tearing it down the middle. “Much better. As sexy as you looked in it, I don’t want anyone else to see you in it.”

  “So they should see me naked?” His hand comes down on my panty-covered pussy quickly, sending me closer to the edge. I cry out, rocking my hips upward.

  “Don’t ever talk about someone else seeing you naked. You’re mine,” he growls again. How can a man in a suit be so damn wild? He cups my mound and stares at me with a look of pure intent. “Tell me you’re mine, Roxanne.”

  “I’m yours,” I cry out as my body pulses for more. We just met, and I’m ready for him to take whatever he wants. Crazy. I’m freaking crazy. Every inch of me screams for him to fuck me until I come, as if I’ve done this a thousand times.

  Emiliano’s fingers glide down my sides as they reach the waistband of the ruined material. “These are mine.” He grabs the edge and drags them down, stuffing them into his pocket. It’s okay because I’m about to give him something only he’ll get. Using his broad shoulders, he nestles between my legs with his hands moving up and down my thighs.

  The tip of his nose drops, and he breathes in
my pussy with a growl. I toss my head back on the soft cushions, creaming a little more from his savagery.

  “You smell so fucking good.” The words barely pass his lips when his tongue swipes over my slit, and my body shakes with a new feeling that I magically become addicted to.

  “Milo, please. Don’t stop.”

  “Never, mi sirena. I hear your call and will gladly let it destroy me.” He returns his mouth to my cunt, licking me and jabbing his tongue into my heat. Suddenly, he pushes a finger inside and I feel full and overly stimulated. My hips pop forward for more, sending his digit further into me.

  “Fuck,” I cry out. The pleasure takes me by surprise as I jerk my pelvis and he roughly holds me down.

  “Don’t ever take a meal away from a starving man,” he mutters, eating me faster while he shoves another finger inside.

  “I think I’m going to come again.” His hand reaches up and squeezes my breast until I’m on the verge of coming. Then, he pulls back enough to free himself. Fuck, he’s so huge. I thought maybe he had extra layers on, making him look massive, but it’s all him. I lick my lips.

  “Despues, mi amor. Later.” His muscles taut, one arm presses on the back of the sofa while he leans in with his cock in hand, sliding it up and down my seam. I can see him shaking, holding back as he pushes the tip through my folds. My pussy lets go of another round of wetness like she knows he’s going to destroy my little bits and doesn’t want him to stop.

  Emiliano leans down and takes my lips in a deep kiss as he grunts out, “Mine,” slamming into my pussy. I should be in epic pain, but it’s mild. Still, my tears come out and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m happy or from the sting of his possession. Either way, my womb is shouting for him to continue. He freezes, and I hope this isn’t the end.

  Chapter 3

  Emiliano

  Breaking through her innocence is enough to send me over the edge, but her tears are the only thing that stops me. I freeze, hating that I’ve caused her an ounce of pain. Those perfect doe eyes look up at me with fear, and I feel like a total bastard. “I’m so sorry, mi sirena.”

  “Maybe I should have said something, but I didn’t want you to stop.” Ah—that’s what she’s afraid of. That’s a needless worry. Nothing in the world but her words could get me out of her pussy until it’s covered in my come.

  “Stop? I couldn’t stop even if I tried.” Sweat forms all over my body as I try to remain calm and still for her. Shit. This is everything I could have hoped for. “We were meant for each other.”

  “Milo,” she says, her expression hard to read. “Please.” The little plea catches me off guard, and I’m ready to come. The way her fingers thrust into my hair and her legs wrap around my hips drives me wild. Pressing my hands onto the cushions to hold my weight off her, I steadily pull almost completely out before sliding back in, each time going deeper. Claiming her.

  Trying to hold back. She’s so tight I can barely breathe without wanting to come. Leaning down, I take her lips, kissing her tenderly because I need her to come with me. In all my life, nothing has ever felt this good, so perfect. I’m glad I waited for my siren.

  “I’m going to come, mi amor. I need you to come with me. I’m going to put my baby deep in you. You need to come with me.”

  She cries out, clenching around my shaft as I unload every drop of seed into her. “You’re mine, Roxanne.”

  I pull out of her tight heat because I need to take her into our bathroom. “Come, my love. I think we need a bath and lots of food to keep up our energy for the rest of the night.”

  “Mmm…that sounds wonderful, Emiliano.” She looks tired, so I leave my sleeping beauty on the sofa while I get the bath ready. Once I come back, the sexy beauty is on her knees wiping away the stain on the sofa.

  “Roxanne, what are you doing?” I know the answer, wondering how fast she is. Then I see she’s using wipes from her purse. Makeup wipes.

  “I made a mess of your sofa,” she says, refusing to look up at me.

  “Leave it,” I command.

  She whips her head up with an adorably shocked expression. “What? Someone will see that.”

  Shaking my head, I lift her naked body up against mine. “Fuck, if I could frame it, I would. Leave it. Just the knowledge that you gave me that precious gift is enough for me to say who fucking cares if there’s a stain. I’m sure I plan to filthy up our sheets every single day. Now, come on, my siren. You need a bath to soothe those sore muscles because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”

  My mouth drops to her neck, licking her pulse as I lead us to the bathroom. “Oh, Milo.” The tub is full with bubbles, so I turn off the water and step in with her.

  “You’re joining me?” It’s a question, but from the look in her eyes, it’s a welcome one. She straddles me with her pussy touching my cock, sending a bolt of electricity through every single nerve ending as if we didn’t already have sex.

  “I don’t want to let you go.”

  “Good.” She presses her head to my chest. “I could stay like this forever.”

  “Very good, because that’s my plan. Tell me about you, mi sirena.”

  “There’s not much to say. I’m twenty-one and I have an associates in the culinary arts, but I’m working at a bakery as an assistant.”

  “It’s not what you want?” I’ll give her anything she wants if it makes her happy. Hell, I’ll let her be head chef downstairs if that’s what her heart desires.

  “I’m not sure what I want.” A part of me doesn’t believe that. She’s holding back, but I’m not going to push her. This night has been more than I could have ever hoped for. In time, I’ll learn her secrets and win her heart.

  “Is it something your parents pushed you into?”

  “No. My parents don’t push me to do anything I don’t want to, although I’m sure they want me to come back home.”

  “And where is that?”

  “Chicago. I’ve lived there my whole life until I graduated from culinary school and my brother came back from overseas.” So she’s used to the hustle and bustle of a busy city. Good.

  “Your brother was in the military?” I already had that information, but I still want to hear it from her lips.

  “Yes. Special Forces, or something like that. All I know is I’m glad he’s back home and done with that. Now he makes kick-ass knives, but I don’t want to talk about him anymore.” She rolls her ass on me, reminding me of how naked we are. Growling, I rub my hand down her back and take her mouth. My cock throbs between us.

  “Will you fuck me again, please?”

  “Damn, you’re so sexy when you ask so prettily.” Lifting her just enough, I push my cock through her tight slit. We both hiss at the pleasure and pain of our connection. Our bodies still as her pussy adjusts to my thickness.

  “Mouth,” I demand. She brings her face to mine, kissing me with her pouty pink lips. Fuck, I could die just like this. Roxanne rolls her hips, needing the friction.

  “That’s it, babe. Fuck yourself on my length. Show me what you need from your man.” She begins to ride me, bouncing on my cock. Water sluices around as she gets off on me. I’m already close to nutting, but I need my woman to follow along. I bend her back slightly to get her plump tit in my mouth, sucking off the wetness. She releases a moan that goes straight to my balls as I suck and lick her taut peak. “Roxanne, you’re going to make me come. You’re going to come with me,” I tell her, wrapping my hand around her hair and tugging on it to taste her lips.

  “I’m coming, Milo,” she cries out, grinding her nub on my pelvis. I can’t take another second and come deep inside her, spraying her walls with every bit of my seed. Nothing but primal need to mate roars through me at the idea that I’ve planted my baby in her womb.

  “Oh my God. That was incredible.” She rests her head on my shoulder, breathing harshly.

  “Yes, it was.”

  “I suppose my muscles feel relaxed enough.”

  “I’m sorry,
mi sirena, but you and your deliciously tight pussy call to me. Beckon me to come deep inside you over and over again.”

  “Oh my goodness. You’re still hard.”

  “You have that effect on me, but I think I’ve bruised your body enough for the night. I can’t make you too sore.” I lift her off me and then carry her into the shower to wash off all the bubbles before bed. Once we’re rinsed off, I swing her up into my arms and lay her down in our bed, methodically drying her off with a thick towel, taking good care to massage her aching muscles.

  “I could get used to this.”

  “As you should.” Tossing the towels on the floor, I roll over and hit the light switch and cover us up. Cuddling close, I whisper in her ear. “Forever mine.”

  My phone buzzes at six. It’s Magnus. He knows I’m with my future wife, so it must be important for him to interrupt us.

  I climb out of bed gingerly, hoping to let Roxanne sleep. After our passionate night together, I’ll never be the same again without her by my side. Rubbing my face, I wake up and answer the phone as I step into the living room. “Sir, we have a problem. A set of pictures arrived via courier. We have a spy in the hotel. Check your phone.” I click on the message with six pictures attached. In each one, my woman is the center of attention, and two of the photos are with my arms around her in the elevator. “Was there a note?”

  “Yes. Asking how much is she worth to you.”

  Dread fills me. “Fuck. The Amicis?” They aren’t the only enemies I’ve made, but the only ones with the power to come after me.

  “I don’t know, but someone tapped into our cameras. Our tech is running the trace, but they came in and left like a thief in the night. It’s as if they knew exactly what they were looking for and how to get it.”

  “Shit. It has to be them. I wouldn’t go into business with them, and they’re not taking no for an answer. I have to protect her.”

  “She has built-in bodyguards that are checking out this morning. I hate to suggest it.”

  “Then don’t,” I snarl. “Still, it’s the best for now. I’m not giving her up, but I will eliminate the threat before I steal her away.” He’s known me for ten years, and I always say what I mean. Roxanne is mine.