Page 58 of Roulette: The Madam

He let a chuckle slip from his lips. It was undoubtedly the sexiest sound I’d ever heard leave a human’s mouth. My heart stopped completely, for a second, and then continued when the words began to fall from his lips.

“You’re a very beautiful woman, Roulette. Rare. But, I don’t think you needed me to confirm what you already knew.”

His eyes danced between me and the large red button that was there in case of emergencies.

“I didn’t, but it feelssogood hearing it from someone else.”

“Just someone else, huh?”

“You.”

His eyes were on me and then back on the button again. His thoughts were becoming clearer with each passing second. The elevator was in no hurry to get us to our destination and I wasn’t in a rush to get there either. The supporting character of tonight’s chapter was right in front of me. The idea of him and Chino sharing their plate was alluring, but an appetizer didn’t sound bad at all.

“And Henry,” he tittered, pulling the hairs of his beard.

His head cocked leftward before he continued.

“And that other guy?”

I was amused and I was aroused. The number of words he’d just spoken were the most I’d ever heard from his mouth. Nonetheless, I wasn’t complaining. Not at all.

Matías.

I pushed forward, slammed my hand against the motherboard, and did exactly what he’d been wanting to since he stepped into the elevator. Everything stilled around us. The cart came to a complete stop. His nostrils widened.

I closed the gap between my trench and his blazer. The elevator simply wasn’t large enough for both of our inflated egos. Nevertheless, I was willing to shrink mine to accommodate his. It was commanding. Calculated. Concise. Conclusive.

Oh, Roulette, honey.

Without a doubt, I knew he’d end me tonight. Breaking me in half and piece me together with his tongue as if his saliva was glue I desperately needed. Wanted. Craved. My pussy thudded in the wake of my execution.

I stood upright, brushing against the fabric clinging to Israel’s biceps, chest, waist, and legs. He was stunning in the tailored number.

Perfection.

I appreciated a man who knew how to put that shit on. He was a well-manicured human. There wasn’t a thread out ofplace. Everything was customized to fit his body and his style–which was quite unique. And, captivating. And, quiet while somehow speaking volumes.

He reeked of wealth. His jewels were subtle but flamboyant in their own regard. They’d injure the iris if you stared too long. They danced in the light but performed like megastars in the dark.

My nipples hardened against his chest. Our eyes joined at some point in the space between our faces. I could feel his breath on my skin. His heartbeat on my breasts.

Cockiness seeped from his pores. He was in complete control of himself. His breathing. His thoughts. His heartbeat. His hands. His facial movement.

Me, on the other hand, was slowly crumbling. This man was heavenly and likely the closest I’d get to the pearly gates. And, if so, I was willing to settle for the slice of heaven on earth –even if only for the night.

“I take offense to being hunted without even as much as a hello.”

“Unlike the usual prey, you were aware of your status on the menu. You’d be foolish to believe I don’t observe my meal before indulging.”

“I’m not sure what to believe about you.”

“Good, because you’ll wreck that pretty head of yours believing anything that doesn’t come from my lips themselves.”

“Then how would I have known I was being studied?”

“Because knowledge is wealth, Roulette. You have a plethora of it. You understand.”

“Accurate.”

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