Page 37 of Baby for the Bratva

I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I call, I’m basically handing my money to him if things go wrong, but if I fold, I’m going to lose half my money, and it’ll be almost impossible to win it back and then go on to beat him.

Am I a risk taker?

Tonight, I am.

“Let’s see what you have,” I say, sliding my chips into the middle of the table. I knock over his stack, and the colorful plastic spills onto his lap.

He’s unphased, laying down his cards face-up with a smirk. Two queens, which means he has three of a kind, and it’s bigger than mine is.

“Fuck,” I exclaim, throwing my cards down on the table. “Take it all. Just take it.”

He chuckles. “The chips aren’t what I’m taking, pretty girl. It’s your dress.”

My body tenses even though I knew this was coming. I’ve been teasing him since the moment I walked through his door, and now it’s time to follow up on what I’ve been hinting at this whole time.

I let one of the spaghetti straps on my dress fall down my shoulder, looking at Yuri with a slight pout. “You’re really going to take advantage of me like that?”

He gathers up the cards, smiling as he shakes his head. “You were prepared to wring me dry, darling. I know your little games. It’s a shame you lost, but that’s the way the fate has it tonight.”

“We could double the stakes,” I suggest, slipping down the other strap. “Or is seeing me naked enough to appease your appetite?”

“I’ll be using more than my eyes to do that tonight,” he says, loosening the top button of his shirt as he stacks up the chips.

I pull the strap on my dress back up. “Oh, honey, that wasn’t the arrangement at all. You can look, but nobody said anything about touching.”

“Take off the dress, then we’ll see,” he says as he rolls the poker set up. “Or I’ll take it off for you, if you’d like.”

I recoil. “I can do it myself, thank you.”

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

I roll my eyes, but I continue undressing myself, peeling down the clingy black fabric so slowly that I can see the fire of anticipation burning in Yuri’s eyes. I feel like he’s about to pounce on me, tearing my clothes off as he presses his lips into mine.

Goosebumps erupt on my skin as I push the dress down my torso, revealing my breasts to his greedy eyes. The lump in his pants doubles in size, and he leans forward, looking at my nipples as they grow small and tight from excitement.

“It’s a bit cold in here,” I lie, pulling the dress down to my waist.

“Want me to warm you up?” he asks, standing up and stepping around the table.

I hold out my hand to stop him. “No touching. Remember what I told you. Either we up the stakes or this is all you’re getting.”

“Take off the rest of your dress, and we’ll talk… Remember what I told you?”

He turns around, picking up the poker set and walking to the closet. I throw up both middle fingers, waving them at his broad back, but I put them down and slip out of my dress before he returns.

With my legs crossed, I sit on the edge of his bed, completely naked save for a pair of red high heels.

His eyes waltz over my body, taking in every inch of my skin with absolutely no shame. He’s such a pervert, but it turns me on in an unbelievable way. I’ve never met a man so brazen and confident in his horniness.

After almost a minute of thick, heavy silence, he speaks again. “Let’s make things fair. You set the stakes, and we’ll decide your fate with a coin flip.”

“I’ll do the flipping,” I insist.

He shrugs, pulling out his wallet again and retrieving a coin. It’s not one from the United States. It’s thick and heavy, with a gold border. He lays it down on the table with a loud clack.

“I propose that you buy me a car if I win,” I say, crossing my legs tighter as he tries to look at my pussy.

“Uncross your legs,” he demands, motioning with his hand.

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