Page 84 of Falcon's Prey

I put my nose to her hair, inhaling her, and it smelled all wrong. She no longer smelled like mint, but like generic men’s soap, and I didn’t like it.

It wasn’t her smell.

Pressing my mouth to her nape, I smiled. “Did Imisssomething?”

She stiffened, but didn’t say anything. The game kept going, I stopped moving, and that made Ember relax. It got to the point where her head rested on my chest and one of her arms was wrapped around my waist.

“That looks like a shitty hand,” she whispered as her hand came to the cards I held.

Her being like this with me, it fucked with my game, my plans, and my head, but damn if I wanted her anywhere else. She didn’t notice the effect she had on men—hell, bitches too. She was a diamond in the rough. Sounded stupid to say, but despite everything, she still shone. Jealous stares came from all around us. Ember didn’t notice them, and I ignored them. Looking at us now made winning her much sweeter, but I wasn’t lying. I would kill everyone or die trying before I let someone else touch her.

Sitting up, I moved my knee again, and this time, Ember glared at me.

“Not shitty if we use it right.”

I shifted again, and I felt Ember grind down on my leg.

“Stop.”

“What?”

She attempted to look mad but was fighting a smile.

“Full house.” I set my cards on the table, still playing weak but not enough to get out of the game.

This time when I moved, I felt Ember’s wetness meet my knee.

About damn time.

“Ren,” she hissed again.

I waited to get my new cards before I answered her.

“Princess, I’m trying tohitthis game right.”

“Just. Stop.”

“Stop what? Rubbing my leg against your wet pussy? You think I should see if I hit or miss in front of all these people?” With my hand to her waist, I moved her again, and this time she let out a small barely there moan. “Before the night is over, you’ll be begging me to come.”

Her breathing was shallow. “It was a joke.”

“I’m not laughing.”

I didn’t know why I underestimated her. It was like she lived to be challenged. She didn’t run scared or cower. She faced it, even if she knew she wouldn’t win. Ember leaned on the table as she discreetly rolled her hips.

If I was fighting my dick not to stir to like I was, I was losing the game now.

“Here, let’s start kicking ass,” I said as I pulled Ember back and sat her between my legs so she could feel me.

She squirmed, and then she did it again, taunting me.

“The faster I get this money, the sooner I can get you home.”

Ember turned her head, her eyes staring right at me. She didn’t let me see it often, but she was scared right now, and she was vulnerable for me. She was always so strong; this look hit me in the gut.

“Ren…”

I gulped. “Yeah?”

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