Page 21 of Twisted Games of Revenge

I feel his grin brush against my lips, the light touch sending a shiver down my spine, and regret washes over me instantly. He knew what he was doing getting me all hot and bothered for him. Even that thought doesn’t stop me from parting my legs, allowing him full access to me. Because I want him like crazy.

His large hand cups my pussy, lightly teasing me as he moves, he rubs back and forth over my panties. By now he knows I’m desperate for him because we both know he can feel how fucking wet I am. My silk panties are drenched and sticky against my overheating pussy. He shoves them to the side, taking his time to explore his way through my folds, toying with me in a way only he knows how. It’s delicious, and I want to beg him for more. “Take off your panties.”

“What? Here?” My eyes go wide, searching our surroundings.

Like he already knows, his middle finger teases my entrance. As he pulls back from our kiss, locking eyes with me, he waits patiently for me to catch my breath and do as I have been told.

I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. Am I really going to do this? Blinking back at him from under my new extra-thick dark lashes, I see the dominance in his expression. He’s holding back his need to control me, but it’s there, simmering right under the surface. And I love it. I want to be controlled byhim no matter how hard I fight it in every other aspect of our relationship. When it comes to this, he can do no wrong. I run my hand under my skirt, still watching him.

He swallows hard and something in the way he looks at me with so much adoration turns me on even more. He’s the one demanding I do as he says, but I feel like I have all the power. I reach under my dress, hooking my finger in the side of my panties before dragging them down my legs and over my heels.

With a filthy smirk, he holds out his hand, and I place them in his palm, feeling so dirty for him. He knows he’s making me squirm, and he loves it. He places them in the pocket of his suit pants. “Good girl, now spread your legs for me so I can play with you.”

Oh God! A flutter runs through me as a fresh wave of heat radiates off my chest and face. But like the good little girl I want to be for him, I do as he says, moving further into the corner of the booth, spreading my legs for him. I pray that booth style seats would have me concealed from any onlookers who work out what the two of us are up to. But even still, this feels so naughty with so many people around us.

He moves so he’s facing me. His hands coming to my thighs, he shoves my legs wider, and I feel like I’m going to combust just from the wicked heat in his eyes as he takes me in. He skates a hand down lower, teasing me before he pushes his finger inside of my soaking-wet pussy.

My back hits the leather booth, pressing into it for stability, my mouth falling open, and my eyes roll back in my head at the pure pleasure of being stretched by him. This is what I have been craving. The first finger is quickly joined by a second. Slowly, he inserts and withdraws them from me in a leisurely manner. He really is playing with me.

“You know, Vivian, from the moment I saw you at The Raven’s Nest, I knew how sweet your little moans of pleasure would bewhen I fucked you with my hand. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since.”

I moan in response, it’s all I have when my body is so consumed by him and everything he’s doing to me. Desperately, I spread my legs wider, and he moves me further into the corner of the booth where it’s darker, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He’s one fucking dirty man, and he knows it. He loves every second of it, watching me as I come apart on his fingers. In the middle of his casino. I have to admit, something about how public it is turns me on even more.

“Fuck, Alessandro,” I whisper in warning as my body starts to tremble. I rock my hips violently over his hand.

“That’s it, Viv, ride my hand.” As I’m about to tip over the edge, his mouth comes back to mine, and I moan my release into his lips.

I rock back and forth, riding out the waves of my orgasm as he continues to pump me until my quivering body subsides. I stare up at the ceiling of the casino, the lust-filled haze starting to clear. Oh, dear God, what the fuck did I just do?

When he pulls his fingers free, he stares back at me, fascinated. “I hope you don’t have anywhere to be in the morning, because I’m not close to being done with you yet,” he growls, his voice low and threating in the sexiest way possible.

I need to tell him I have to leave; I can’t go any further than what we already did. I fix my dress back in place and take a gulp of my cocktail. Heat radiates off my face, and reality comes back to me. I glance around the busy room, wondering if anyone just had a not-so-private peep show. But the room carries on as if we’re not here.

Am I really going to do this and go upstairs with him? My head screams at me to run. I did my job, he’s seduced. But my heart and my body, they’re greedy and want more. I may never get tohave him again like this without the hate between us. And that thought frightens me more than him working out who I am.

He stands, holding a hand out for me to take. I blink back at him, not sure what to do. I’m so torn. Then on a whim, I down my cocktail and except his offer.

Chapter 9

Nervously, I swallow thelump in my throat as we enter the casino elevator. His eyes roam over my body hungrily, and I stare up at him, getting lost in his dark eyes. He’s so glorious like this, confident, but there is a nervousness about him as well. That tells me he wants this to go well. He likes Vivian, and she apparently likes him. A lot. I’m so fucking screwed. I have no idea how I’m supposed to do this without him seeing my body. Maybe I can tell him I’m shy and need the lights off. But after what we just did downstairs, I already know that option is a slim one. Maybe I could tell him I have to keep my dress on because I have some horrible scar I don’t want him to see? My brain races with scenarios, even though I know he will do whatever the fuck he wants.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words are almost whispered by him, but I manage to hear them.

A deep blush rises over my cheeks. Why do I want his praise so badly? I know who he really is, and this isn’t it. This is just the side he reserves for seducing poor innocent women who don’tknow better. But you do know better, Harley. And you’re still here because you fucking like what you see. All of it. You want this powerful man to control your body. You want to taste his cock and have him fuck you senseless. You want it so badly your uncovered pussy has its juices running down your legs as we speak.

The elevator doors ping open, and we step out into the hallway. There is only one door at the end of the void, and I know we’re at the penthouse. This is where the three of them took me less than two weeks ago. So much has changed since then.

As we arrive at the door, he turns to me, gently holding my face in his hands, tracing a finger over my painted red lips. Frozen to the spot, I stare up at him, feeling a mix of fear and awe. His intensity makes my heart race uncontrollably. I crave him so badly, I want to throw myself at him and kiss his intoxicating lips again. Tell him to fuck me right here in the hallway because I can’t wait a second longer to have him inside of me.

I don’t have to, because before I know it, his lips press to mine, stealing a kiss. With a sweep of his tongue, he invades my mouth, melting my insides. I know I shouldn’t, but for just a second, I let my eyes close, remembering how fucking good we were together. His hands roam up my sides, and I lace my fingers around his neck, kissing him back deeply.

When I’m a panting needy mess all over again, he reluctantly pulls back from me. “We should go inside,” he mutters, but something tells me he doesn’t want to. He could stay out here just kissing me for hours, and I could too. This moment between us is the closest we have been in so long. I had forgotten how good it was to swoon over this man without all the shit that’s really in between us now. To just be a man and a woman relying on their intuition and a gut feeling that the chemistry between them is worth exploring. I snuggle into him, a calm washing overme, remembering why I fell for him in the first place. If only our lives could be this simple in reality.

He lets us in, flashing a card at the door, keeping me close as we enter the room. When the door clicks locked, a wicked smile paints his handsome face, and when I rise my eyes to the room before me, I see why. He’s not the only one I’m locked in this hotel room with. Ricky and Maddox glare at me from across the room as well.

In a panic, I spin back and bump right into the solid brick wall of Alessandro’s chest, my heart racing out of my chest. He fucking tricked me.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, princess? Thought you wanted to have a little fun tonight.” He tilts his head, looking every bit the fucking psycho he is. Then he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks my juices from them. “You taste so fucking good, let me share you with my brothers.”

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