Page 23 of Their Reckless Thief
Something in me resisted the idea of leaving her here like this. Cold, vulnerable. But I had my orders, and Vincenzo wasn’t the kind of guy you disobeyed unless you had a death wish. I made sure the cell door was locked, double-checking the mechanism just in case.
Before I left, I lingered at the door. Watching her. Wondering why the hell I didn’t want to leave her.
I shook it off. I had work to do. And whatever weird shit was happening in my head… Well, I could deal with it later.
“Sleep tight, Celeste,” I murmured as I stepped out, locking the door behind me. I texted Alessandro to take my post as herguard. It was honestly a job well beneath my pay grade, but I had to admit, the girl had her hooks in me already. I was intrigued.
As I walked down the hallway, I told myself it was just another job. Another thief caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But deep down, something told me that wasn’t true.
I steppedout of the shadowed streets and into the sleek, pulsing energy of The Midnight Den. The place had a life of its own—the low hum of conversation, the clink of chips, and the whirl of supernatural energy that practically made the air buzz with tension and magic. The instant I walked in, eyes snapped to me, movements became sharper, and the employees straightened, scrambling to look busy.
That’s right, motherfuckers, bow to your king.
I smirked. It wasn’t that I wanted to intimidate them, but in this line of work, respect was everything. Respect kept you alive. Fear? Well, that was just a fun bonus. I made my way through the casino, nodding to a few of my regulars and noting who was playing big tonight. Shifters, vampires, fae… all of them gambled away their fortunes at my tables. The atmosphere was electric with the kind of excitement that made you forget the danger that lurked beneath it all.
After a few moments of surveying the crowd, I veered off to the side, heading toward the security room. I had business tonight, and while I was due at one of my other clubs, I couldn’t resist stopping here first. Especially after the little visit our intriguing thief had made earlier this evening.
The door to the security room swung open easily, and the guards stiffened as I stepped inside.
“Everything in order tonight?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” one of the guards answered quickly. “No issues reported.”
“Good. Get the hell out of here. I’ve got to check on something.”
They didn’t need to be told twice. Both guards nodded, muttered something about letting me know if anything came up, and scrambled out of the room. I took their place at the monitors. The screens displayed various angles of the casino floor, hallways, and back rooms. But I wasn’t interested in the live footage. No, I had something else in mind.
I pulled up the earlier footage. There was Celeste, wearing a knockout dress. As soon as she entered, it was like the whole fucking place paused. Her presence was magnetic, her confidence intoxicating. And fuck, did she know how to make an entrance.
She moved with purpose, that sinful dress clinging to her every curve. It was almost as if she knew how much power she had with just a look and the sway of her hips. The people around her were oblivious, but I wasn’t. I’d been in this game too long not to recognize someone running an angle. And Celeste? She was running it flawlessly. She took a seat at the table, and the game commenced.
My pulse quickened. She was cheating. Of course she was. A girl like that didn’t leave things to chance. She played to win, and gods, was she good at it. The way her fingers flicked the cards, the subtle glances at her opponents, and the way she faked losing interest right before sweeping the table. It was like watching a fucking masterpiece unfold.
I adjusted the angle to catch her face in better detail. Her smirk when she won? That flash of satisfaction in her eyes? Fucking hell, it did things to me I didn’t want to admit.
A flicker in the footage caught my attention. The cameras had been cut. Clever girl. But I’d had some extra precautions installed, secret cameras that even the most skilled hacker wouldn’t easily find. I keyed in a few passwords, accessing the hidden footage.
And there she was again. My breath hitched slightly as she slipped away from the main floor toward the VIP section, still poised, still radiating that dangerous allure. I should’ve been pissed, should’ve been furious that she was messing with my operation and skimming the winnings off my tables. Instead, I was utterly mesmerized.
I rewound the footage, my body reacting without me even realizing. My hand moved to my pants, gripping the growing hardness as I watched Celeste work her magic and take those poor bastards at the table for everything they had. Every movement she made, every subtle flick of her wrist. She toyed with her mark like a predator before the kill. It was hotter than it should’ve been.
I spun in my chair, quickly locking the door. The click of the lock echoed in the small, dimly lit room as I turned back to watch Celeste. Her dress hugged her deliciously perfect body like a second skin, accentuating every ripple and sway of her movements. Her long legs were on full display as she crossed them and teasingly rubbed her hand up and down her thigh.
Her movements caught the attention of every man in the vicinity, including me. I unzipped my jeans and quickly found my hard cock.
I stroked my throbbing length as I watched Celeste’s hypnotic movements, unable to believe what I was doing. The room suddenly felt smaller, hotter, more claustrophobic, and I couldn’t catch my breath. The rhythmic sway of her hips when she walked and the way her dress clung to her drove me wild. The sight was mesmerizing. She was in control, and she knewit. She owned the room like a fucking queen. My other hand reached for the waistband of my pants, and I tugged them down slowly, needing better access. The cold air hit my balls just enough to make me hiss in pleasure-pain as I palmed myself roughly, grasping at the edge of the desk with my free hand.
I imagined Celeste straddling me in that dress. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her slick pussy was heaven against me. Every imagined slide of her on top of me sent waves of arousal through me. I could almost feel her sinful movements against my own flesh, could almost smell that intoxicating scent of hers—a mix of sweat and perfume that made me lightheaded with desire.
Her face flashed onto the screen again as she leaned forward, her breasts almost spilling out of her dress. I pumped my cock faster, needing release but unable to tear my eyes away from her performance. She teased the men with each move, running her fingers along their arms or licking her lips, her tongue lingering a little too long out in the open for everyone to see.
I imagined her tasting my essence off her fingers between moans of pleasure. My hips jerked as Celeste leaned forward, pressing her breasts against the tabletop. Her nipples were hard little pebbles begging for attention, and I wanted to pluck them between my teeth, make them harden even more under my touch.
The smile she flashed at the camera was predatory and flirtatious before she turned back to her prey. I stroked myself with feverish haste as I closed my eyes, picturing her perfect tits bouncing as she fucked me with every ounce of energy she had in her.
I squeezed my dick and fondled my balls as I imagined her tight cunt pulsing around me, her screams flooding the halls of Vincenzo’s mansion. He wouldn’t care, because I’d have her under my control. I would own her perfect pussy. The thoughtsent me over the edge, and I plucked a paper towel off the desk and held it over my dick, hot cum spewing out as it pulsed with pleasure.
