Page 9 of High Roller

She blushes prettily as she steps away a little and reaches behind her, unhooking the lacy bra. Without my having to ask, she hooks her fingers into the matching panties and slides them down until they pool, sitting on top of her shiny black heels. I’m tempted to ask her if I can pull out my phone and take a picture, but I don’t. Instead, I just stand back and enjoy the view as she steps out of the panties and kicks them to the side. Good God, she’s gorgeous. “Your husband is an idiot,” I growl as I stalk toward her.

“I don’t disagree, but he’s also powerful,” she whispers.

I chuckle, “So am I, sweetheart.”

Chapter 3

Victor

Sheeyesmewitha nervous laugh. “Being the pit boss in the casino is one thing; Finn is one of the most powerful men in this city - hell in the country. I’m an idiot for trying to leave him.”

“Stop,” I bite out. “Don’t think like that. He doesn’t deserve you.”

She laughs, “And you do?”

I pull her close and fist my hand in her hair again. I capture her mouth. This time, not being careful or gentle. The kiss is intense, rough. She bites my lip, and I quickly taste the copper tang of blood. I scoop her up and carry her towards the bedroom.

“If I do anything that puts you in a bad headspace, I need you to say ‘red,’” I tell her.

I lower her to the bed, and she lies on her back, smiling at me. “A safeword, huh?”

I nod. “It’s important, sweetheart. Tell me you understand.”

“Victor, I understand. Please.”

I grin. “Begging already? I haven’t even touched you yet.”

She lifts one hand and flashes me her middle finger. I narrow my eyes as if I am mad, but I’m not. I like her sass—it’s not something I’m used to. Most people, not just women, I interact with wouldn’t dare.

“Tell me where you want me to touch you,” I prompt.

“Everywhere,” she whispers.

“Not good enough, sweetheart. Be specific.”

She sits up on her elbows and stares at me for a moment before sitting all the way up. She cups her breasts. They aren’t overly large, but they’re not small either. I imagine they’ll fit in my hands just right. Then she offers them to me.

“I want your mouth here. Make me feel good, Victor. Make me forget about my asshole husband.”

Now that’s a mission I can accept. I plant one knee on the bed between her thighs. I grab her hands and place them on her head.

“Don’t fucking move your arms.”

Before she can answer, I capture a nipple in my mouth, not bothering to be gentle as I suck on it hard, grazing the tip with my teeth. She writhes against me, but her hands never leave her head. Her willpower is impressive.

I bite down, and she squeals, yet her hands stay in place. When I move to the other nipple, I am gentle. Sucking, kissing, swirling my tongue gently around the sensitive nub until she’s moaning and writhing.

Pulling back, I cup her jaw and stare intently into her eyes. “Which do you prefer, Spitfire?”

She flutters her lashes at me. “Which one do you want me to prefer?”

My hand finds her throat and I squeeze gently. “That’s not how this game is played. Be honest with me. Don’t think about what I want. Just answer the question.”

Her eyes grow wide, and she bites her lip as I lean down and graze my teeth over her ear. “There’s no wrong answer, Lili.”

This must convince her because she looks up at me and says, “The first one.”

“And by the first one, you mean you liked it when I was hurting you?”

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