Page 84 of Roulette: The Madam

Carefully, I observed the mannerisms of each man who sat before me. My eyes landed at the center of the table where a pair of dark, captivating orbs stared back at me.

Pridefully. Hungrily. Seductively.

My heart swelled, beating slower by the second. I pushed the lump of air down my throat and continued my stride. Heat consumed me. I closed my eyes for a brief second in an attempt to compose myself.

“Don’t do that, Roulette,” he groaned, “Don’t insult me.”

My hand fell onto the bed. I never saw him coming. I never noticed his movement. But, suddenly, his knees were on the floor and his tongue was against my flesh. I almost burst from pure adrenaline. My legs lowered, crowding the space between his ears and my thighs.

“Un unnn–” he commanded, “Open back up.”

I squeezed the walls of my pussy as I reopened my eyes. As if he’d visited the same place I had, Israel’s lips stretched across his face.

He wasn’t smiling, but neither was he frowning. His features revealed his thoughts. So did the tilt of his head, the squirming in his seat, and the clearing of his throat.

It had been nearly three months since I’d seen him, though I saw his face and heard his voice almost every time I closed my eyes. For the first full month after our encounter, I spent my time alone scrubbing his existence from my memory.

But, my God.

It was impossible to reduce a man of his stature to nearly nothing. He had earned his spot in my head. And once I realized he wasn’t going anywhere, I pushed him to the back where he should’ve remained.

Yet, here he is.

He was dripped in diamonds. The subtle, breathtakingly expensive ones that danced the most in the dark. Black covered him from head to toe.

Three-piece.

Tailor-made.

Matte black.

He was as handsome as they came. As regal as they came. As raw as they came. As real as they came.

Israel Kingston.

I was no stranger to his nature. When his name crossed my desk four weeks ago, I immediately pushed his file through. My approval had very little to do with how well he fucked me and everything to do with how well he carried himself.

How well he handled his business. How well he flew under the radar. How well off he was. How well he’d avoided encounters with the police since the start of his career. How well he kept his fucking mouth closed.

Except when it was on me.

I closed my eyes, again, and took a deep breath.

“Yesssss. Uhhhhh— yessss.”

He didn’t nibble. He didn’t bite. He didn’t poke at his food. He ate. And, he ate well. He held my clit hostage, internally and externally, building my anticipation and inclination at once.

My breath hiked in my chest. I struggled to release it as my secretion began its way to Israel’s mouth. My entire body tensed as I exploded. Lava flowed from my volcano, staining his beard, mustache, and fingers.

“Isrrrrrraaa— Ohhhhh– fuc— I’m cummmm— Ummmm.”

My well had sprang a leak. I soiled the bed beneath me and the man in front of me. His face and clothes consumed my ejaculation like a washcloth.

“Your golden ticket. I am your first point of contact for the person you seek to establish a relationship with. But, make no mistake, I am not your guide. Neither am I someone that needs convincing. Your resume is convincing enough. That’s why you’re here.”

“Because you’re here, I’m certain you understand the level of integrity it takes to continue the mission you’ve embarked on. I am also certain you understand the level of privacy this matter requires. Not a single detail of this operation can be publicized. Not to a friend. Not to a lover. Not to a family member. Not even to a pet. Or, you’ll both die.”

I steadied my breathing and slowed my pace. Though I could feel his eyes burning holes into my chest, I remained composed. I was in control again.

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