One of his hands cupped the side of her head, holding her still, while the fingers of his other hand bit into her ribcage, so hard he was almost hurting her, showing her how near to the surface his savage was. As soon as he lifted his lips from hers, she opened her mouth to gasp for breath. She barely had a second and he was on her again. Vee didn't know if she was participating or holding still for his assault. But as her passion rose to meet his, she didn't care. She hung on tight, clinging to him with her one free hand.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, taking everything in one sweep. He was commanding, demanding and completely unrepentant as he took her roughly. She was experiencing a new side of the Venezuelan mob boss. Passion mixed with violence. The combination of emotions was intensely heady, it called to her own savage. This was a side of Sotza that people sensed, but rarely experienced, except for those few he killed himself.