His Enemy's Daughter

Chapter 2

Tesoro — Sweetheart.

RAPHAEL

I can’t help what I am.

A killer.

Violence raised me and expectation perfected me.

“Dispose of their bodies,” I said to my men, using a towel to clean my knife, still stained with their blood.

“Yes, sir,” they chorused, already moving expertly.

Those who made mistakes under my reign didn’t live long enough to correct them.

I headed straight for my bedroom door, already knowing what waited behind it.

Two naked girls.

I always needed to release tension after a kill.

And, more often than not, I preferred it to be s****l.

My footsteps echoed down the hall, and I deliberately avoided the framed photos of my father and brother.

They were reminders of what had been lost, reminders of why I carried this life alone… and I didn't need to feel the guilt right now. Not today.

The hall was minimalist and quiet, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps like a grave.

“Raphael!” they squealed the second I stepped inside.

“We’re not done yet!” the brunette giggled, still holding the chalk between her fingers like she had any idea what she was doing with it.

“I am,” the blonde breathed.

A slow smirk tugged at my lips.

We have a winner.

I had… multiple kinks and attractions, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit any of them. One of my favorites? Hot women with even hotter brains.

Every woman I decided to f**k had to solve or know at least some basic things first. Strange? Maybe. Fun? Absolutely.

It wasn’t complicated, just enough to entertain me.

I liked to watch, to test, to see how far someone could think under pressure. Sometimes I’d make them play little games, answer riddles, or even gamble a truth for a lie, anything to keep my mind sharp.

With the amount of horrors I witnessed and participated in, I needed some way to be entertained.

And you’d be surprised how smart women suddenly become when money is involved.

“You’re going to give up s*x with me for a geometry problem? I’m naked here!” the brunette whined.

I rolled my eyes at her attempt at looking convincing. “I won’t remember your face by tomorrow morning, tesoro. Now leave.”

She huffed as she walked out of the room, sending me a final furious glare.

“You.” I beckoned to the blonde, my fingers grazing her waistband as I undid my jeans. “Begin.”

Warm lips wrapped around the head of my c**k, her tongue swirling as she sucked me deeper into her mouth.

My hand tangled in her hair, gripping tighter when she moaned around me. She took me to the back of her throat with the kind of expertise that was supposed to turn men brainless.

“f**k,” I muttered as her hands pressed into my thighs, bobbing faster, wetter.

She pulled off with a loud pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before moving over to straddle me.

Her thighs were slick and warm, trembling slightly as she reached down and guided my c**k inside her.

Her body was as obedient as she was. I liked them obedient… but today, it didn’t excite me.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re even better than what I expected.”

I didn’t answer. My mind felt oddly distant, disconnected from my body.

I grabbed her hips, slamming faster into her, trying to focus on the naked body underneath me.

She arched her back, her hands braced against my chest as she let out moans of pleasure.

She sounded perfect… but strangely, I wanted more than obedience.

I wanted her to defy me.

And I hated that it had taken just one encounter with a stranger for this corrupt desire to take root so firmly inside me.

My grip tightened. Her body was tight and wrapped around me like velvet.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Oh, Raphael!”

I flipped her onto her back, pressed her knees to her chest, and f****d her deeper, ignoring the constant creak of the bed.

Her lips parted in pleasure, her nails digging into my bicep.

“s**t,” I growled as I pulled out abruptly, fisting myself in one hand as I finished between her thighs.

It was hot, fast, and empty.

She blinked up at me, attempting, and failing horribly, to look seductive. I slipped on my boxers without a word, grabbed a towel off the side table, and tossed it toward her lap.

Fuck this.

“Get out.” My tone was flat.

I sat on the couch beside the bed, my elbows resting on my knees.

I didn’t look at her, only hearing the rustle as she put her clothes back on, mumbling something about how she was supposed to be on the cover of a magazine next month.

“I would like to do this again,” she said as she walked out the door. I couldn’t help but scoff.

I didn’t f**k the same woman twice. I didn’t have time for the sentimental attachments that came with a constant s****l partner.

A sigh escaped my lips as soon as I heard the door close.

I had used a body to fix a problem, and the problem was still there, buzzing under my skin.

Isabella Romano.

That was the name of the loud-mouthed, green-eyed girl who had jumped into my car two weeks ago.

I had my right-hand man dig up some details, purely out of curiosity. She had crossed a lot of boundaries that day, and I hadn’t reacted the way I normally would.

Normally, I’d have shut a girl like that down immediately.

I only got her name because I thought that would be enough to satisfy my curiosity.

But the truth… the truth was darker.

Her defiance had a way of making my blood pound.

And damn, it made me imagine things I shouldn’t.

The way she talked back, looked me dead in the eyes while daring me… I could practically feel her on my lap, arching into me, begging and resisting at the same time.

And the worst part? I knew I wouldn’t stop thinking about it until I did.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Dante, my right-hand man’s number before I could talk myself out of it.

What was the worst that could happen anyway?

“This better be important,” his voice cut through after the fourth ring, smooth and teasing. “You just paused the greatest orgasm I would have gotten in all my years.”

I rolled my eyes. “The girl I need—”

“Already done,” he interrupted casually. “I did it… just in case.” I could hear the smug smile through the line.

“Well?” I pressed.

There was a pause.

“I’m not exactly sure you’re going to like what I found,” he said finally.

Something about the hesitation, the tone… I knew this wasn’t just dirt.

This was trouble, and it was the exact kind of trouble I couldn’t resist.