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Ecstasy Captured
C.M. STEELE
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C.M. Steele
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Formerly published in the Dark Obsessions Anthology
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Chapter One
Sebastian
Chapter Two
Candy
Chapter Three
Sebastian
Chapter Four
Candy
Chapter Five
Sebastian
Chapter Six
Sebastian
Chapter Seven
Candy
Chapter Eight
Sebastian
Chapter Nine
Candy
Chapter Ten
Sebastian
Chapter Eleven
Candy
Chapter Twelve
Sebastian
Chapter Thirteen
Candy
Chapter Fourteen
Sebastian
Epilogue
Sebastian
One year later…
Five years later…
Candy
Ten years later…
Candy tasted like sugar-coated sin laced in ecstasy.
One look was all I needed to know that one night would never satisfy the obsession coursing through my veins. She could run all she wanted, but I’d find my sweet Candy and when I did, she’d pay for leaving.
I crossed a line with a man I didn’t even know, giving him more than I took and leaving with more than I bargained for. Running was my only option after what I’d done, so I packed up and fled town. I thought I was safe, but I couldn’t outrun the devil.
Chapter One
Sebastian
Taking my first sip of coffee of the morning settles me while I look over the legitimate deals that cover up my less-than-reputable dealings. I’m heading off to Sin City in an hour to create another profitable and legal venture with Emiliano Martín and his hotels.
So far, everything looks promising, and only one thing could ruin it. As if conjuring David’s name out of my thoughts, I lift my head up from the documents to see my younger brother coming into my office without knocking or an invitation.
“I’ve got us some special entertainment for tonight,” David says, adjusting his suit. His light gray jacket looks completely rumpled, creases visible everywhere. It drives me nuts that he doesn’t take his appearance into consideration. As the head of this organization, my brother’s appearance and conduct reflect poorly on me. It’s one of the reasons he could never be my second.
I look at my new blue-dial Breitling and shake my head. “It’s seven in the fucking morning,” I snarl.
“It’s never too early to plan on getting pussy.” All he can think about is fucking. I want to blow his fucking head off sometimes, but family is family, and I don’t want that on my conscience. There are a lot of sins I’ll pay for when I meet my maker, but my brother’s demise won’t be one of them.
“I don’t want a whore,” I answer, reminding my asshole brother that I’m solely there to talk business with Emiliano Martín, not to get my dick wet by some cheap tail. That’s why the bastard can’t focus for more than five minutes—because he’s always got his hands down his pants. I’m surprised he’s not keeling over with some venereal disease by now.
“Why not? You need to get laid.” He tosses his feet up on my desk and earns a scowl, so he quickly removes them off my expensive wood. Brother or not, I run a tight fucking organization that doesn’t tolerate disrespect from anyone.
Our mother is the only reason I let this asshole still live. God rest her soul. David pushes my buttons on a daily basis like he’s asking me to take him out. Thankfully, my men see him for what he is: a pain-in-the-ass brother.
“Mind your business, David.” My parents should have stopped with me, but what the fuck can I say? They actually loved each other and wanted a family.
David is a fucking pervert and may always be thinking with his dick, but I’m quick to drop a motherfucker. Murder and money are always on my mind. It makes me second guess having a family which isn’t a problem because I haven’t found a woman I want to rule by my side.
“Calm down, Sebastian. They’re only escorts. You don’t have to fuck them. They’re simply for arm candy—and if you want them to drop to their knees, they’ll do that too.” He wags his brows and pumps his hand over his lap like he’s guiding a woman’s head for a blow job. I scowl at him and slowly shake my head in pure aggravation. “Listen to me. These rich men expect us to have nice pieces of meat with us. Trust me. You don’t have to get your dick wet. I’ll take them both when we’re done with the meeting.”
I don’t listen to him because I have more important shit to do. There is a business deal I want. “Let’s go. We don’t have time for games.” I stand and unroll my sleeves, buttoning the cuffs before sliding on my suit jacket. Without giving him a moment to add any bullshit monologue, I leave my office. The prick is only going to delay our trip to Vegas.
“Wait for me, Bast…ian.” I spin on my heel and snarl as I stalk toward him, eating up the steps between us. He throws his hands up, trying to get me to relax. “Bro, you need to lighten up.” That makes me see red.
I’m in his face with just an inch separating us. “You need to remember that you’re speaking to your boss as well.” I’m two inches taller and at least thirty pounds heavier with all muscle, so I easily pin him to the wall, anger getting the better of me.
“We’re still at the house,” he chokes out, sputtering for air.
“Don’t push me, David. I’m not in the mood for your shit.” I release my grip on his throat with a hard push off, wanting to gut check him, but I don’t. Instead, I fix my suit again, and make my way through the house.
David knows that I’m already on edge and taking him with me is only going to make it worse, but it’s better than leaving him here and trusting him to his own devices. The man has a habit of getting himself into a bit of trouble. I’d hate to see my empire fall apart because this fucker started a war with the wrong people when I wasn’t around to clean up the mess—again.
I approach my guard Julio at the front door. “I’ll be back by Monday.” My home is over twenty-five thousand square feet and guarded by a dozen men at any given time, even though I have a much larger organization who often rotate throughout the day. For this trip I will also be taking several trusted men along with me to keep an eye on David as well as watch my back.
“Yes, boss.” He nods, understanding that he’s not to let shit go down while I’m gone or there will be hell to pay. David behaves all the way to the vehicle, keeping his antics to himself.
As we slide into the back of the SUV, I say, “We’re ready. Let’s go.”
“Yes, boss,” Jose says. He’s taking us to the airport.
My driver makes our way out of my estate through the large iron gates and onto the main road before my brother opens his big fucking mouth again.
“So if they give us a hard time, we cap them all?” he asks like an impatient child.
“No. If they don’t want the deal, we walk out. End of story, David. We don’t need to start a war over every single deal that doesn’t go our way. I’m not interested in going to war with people who aren’t even in our world.”
“Getting weak,” he mutters under his breath. “He’s only got a biker gang on his side, nothing more.” Martín has more than that even if he doesn’t let on. He’s not completely squeaky clean, but his hands aren’t as dirty as mine.
“Going to war over a deal with people from across the country isn’t worth it, David. Now drop the act. You know damn well you aren’t ready for any war. If you remember the last time…” He gets fucking sheepish when I mention it because he has no balls. He’s a big pussy who is all talk, and we both know it. The last time I went to war, he hid like a little bitch and let me clean up the mess he made, costing me men, money, and nearly my life.
“Fine, but at least I want to get some pussy while we’re there.”
“Fine. You can have your escorts, but I’ll end up sending mine packing.”
“We’ll see.” He winks at me like he knows more about me, but I crave power and money, not pussy.
****
We take a private flight to Las Vegas, which thankfully was uneventful because my dickhead brother was passed out almost the entire time. Although it pleased me to have some peace, unfortunately that meant his ass was hyped up for this meeting.
As we drove to the hotel, I could feel the tension in my shoulders increase. “Lighten up, Sebastian. You’re the head of the family and have the respect of everyone you’ve come across. This asshole ain’t shit. If he gives you trouble, we cap him.”
“Chill the fuck out, David, or I’ll leave you in the hotel room.”
“He’s expecting both of us, remember?” I haven’t forgotten. That was part of the deal. He wanted to deal with both brothers—not just me—because his reputation mattered.
The meeting is being held in one of Martín’s Vegas hotels. We enter the lobby of the hotel and check in. We head up to our suite because our meeting is in an hour and I want to change out of my rumpled attire.
After we’re both freshened up and in new suits which annoyed my brother, we head down to the lobby where we are immediately greeted by three of Martín’s men who direct us to a private set of elevators that lead to the presidential suites.
“Wait, our escorts should be joining us any moment,” David blurts out, halting outside the open elevator. Mortification and anger strikes me to the core, but I remain stone faced.
“No, Mr. Martín hasn’t approved it. They will not be welcomed. Please come in, or the negotiation will be off.”
“That is fine. Get in here now, David,” I order my brother, who follows without starting any shit. He starts typing on his phone, probably to alert them to wait. Can’t have them running off to find another pair of cocks for the night. I inwardly snarl. Already causing a scene over hookers. I could kill him myself.
We are patted down the second the elevator doors close. Once they see we’re unarmed, they press the codes and we begin to move—not that I need weapons to take on these fuckers. What they don’t know is that I don’t need guns to kill people. I snap necks easily.
We enter the large sitting room where Martín stands to greet us. “Sebastian Diaz, and you must be his brother, David.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Thank you for meeting with us,” I interrupt because I can see the way David is eyeing the woman walking into the room.
Martín’s eyes follow David’s and then he growls, “Mi amor, what are you doing in here?”
“Damn. Is this why you didn’t let us bring our own pussy? You’ve got this sexy ass ready to give us. I’ll take her bare all night long.”
“You’re a dead man,” Martín roars. “Mi amor, go now,” he barks at her before his men have my brother pinned.
“Calm down, please. We meant no disrespect,” I say, trying to settle the mood.
“No, you probably meant no disrespect, but this piece of shit did. The deal’s off. Get the fuck out of my face before I decide to kill him for insulting my wife.”
“Are you going to let him talk to us like that?” David asks me.
“Si. Vámenos, pendejo.” I turn to look back at Martín. “I’m sorry, Martín, and I offer my apologies to Señora Martín as well.”
David’s fucking lucky the guy didn’t blow his brains out right there. I wouldn’t even have made too much of a fuss if Martín had. Fuck. You don’t tell someone you want to raw dog their wife to their face.
The second we’re in the elevator, I swat the back of David’s head. “Have you lost your mind?”
“What?” he asks, rubbing the spot with a pout on his face.
“What? You nearly got us fucking killed in there.”
“Relax. You’re a big pussy for a mobster.”
“A pussy? I could snap your neck right here.” I grab him by the throat and slam him against the wall. “The only reason I’ve let you get away with that mouth of yours is because you’re my brother, but you’re proving that you have no common sense. Do you have a death wish?” I let him go with a shove.
He swallows hard and tries to remain tough. “No, but that bitch was hot as hell. How was I supposed to know she was his wife? I thought she was like the arm candy I ordered us. I can’t believe he said we couldn’t bring them with us.”
“That’s because he respects his wife. He didn’t want whores in his suite with his wife you wanted to bang.” She was a beautiful woman who Martín seemed to treasure, and it was clearly written on his face that she was precious to him to the point he’d threaten to kill two mobsters. David needed to learn how to read the room because it was obvious Martín was already possessive the second she strolled in.
“My bad. Who knew he’d get soft, marrying a hot piece of ass?” He shrugs like it’s no big fucking deal.
I itch to reach for my gun, which he’s lucky isn’t in my possession at this moment. Instead, I thread my fingers through my hair. “I need a drink.”
“Fine. Let’s go find our whores because I need some hot ass before we head back home.” I’m only going with this asshole so I don’t have any other problems to clean up later.
We enter the hotel bar and take our booth at the back where I prefer to sit with my back to the wall so I can see my enemies coming. A waitress in a tiny cocktail dress approaches and of course David’s eyes are glued to her ass. I interrupt his gawking by quickly giving her our drink order and shooing her from our table which she’s grateful for.
It’s not long when we receive our drinks from a male server and then sit around watching the room when I’d prefer to be back on the plane to Chicago. I’ve no reason to waste my time here in Vegas. “Well, where is your company? My patience is waning, David.”
“Patience?” he scoffs and then raises his glass to his lips, shaking his head.
He’s got a point, but with a brother like him, it’s easy to lose my cool. I try to sit back and relax, attempting to let go of the tension in my shoulders. The music plays in the hotel bar louder than I care for, but at least it’s songs from the late, great crooners like Dean Martín and Frank Sinatra. Still, my head’s pounding after dealing with the fucking mess David just got us into by opening his large mouth, souring my mood.
We’d gotten lucky that he didn’t demand blood for the insult.
“Maybe you need patience when it comes to your dick. If you weren’t ready to fuck anything that moves, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Ah, speaking of fucking…here they come.” I follow his eyes, and there are two women headed in our direction. One is a bleached-blonde older woman, and the other is a small brunette who barely looks legal. Her dress grabs my fucking attention because it’s too short, too tight for her to be strolling around through the casino and hotel.
Eyes turn her way, watching the way her hips move with each step, probably revealing her ass to their sights. I can’t see it from here, but I’m pissed because she’s showing off what belongs to me—for the night, that is.
Chapter Two
Candy
With a tug on my overly short dress, my ass is barely covered as we make our way through the busy casino past all the gamblers and drunks whose eyes haven’t left my rear or my huge tits that practically fall out of my dress. “Stop it. You look so unprofessional.”
The scoff that leaves my throat earns me another disapproving look. “That’s because I am, and you shouldn’t scowl because it shows your age.” She flashes me a glare before presenting me with her perfected look of sophistication.
I’m legally not allowed to be in here, and if they knew the truth, I’d be out on my ass. However, if you know the right people, they’re willing to look the other way, especially when your own mother is willing to sell off your pussy to a man in an attempt to make a killing. A lifetime fortune, actually.
“Well, it’s time you learned to be a professional. I can’t keep feeding you. You’re going to earn your keep one way or another, and I’m not accepting pennies from the diner,” she snaps, informing me for the millionth time this week. We live in a trailer park just off the main strip because she can’t stop gambling all our money away.
“You know, it’s not like he’s going to sleep with me and I’m going to get pregnant,” I hiss, making our way into the hotel bar.
A smile spreads over her face, causing my stomach to churn. “Oh, sweetheart. Please trust your mother.” God, I feel sick. My own mother is pimping me out. She’s thirty-six and looks like she’s in her late twenties because she’s good with her makeup and staying out of the harsh sun, but her heart is dark and shriveled up like an old witch’s.
