Page 31 of Filthy Desire

But at least he was honest about his reputation. She couldn’t say that about most of the men she’d dealt with in her former or current life. Oddly enough, she saw something in Gio that mirrored her own path. And desires.

She was a queen, and she could move in any direction she wanted.

And more than anything, Kara wanted to win. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to be more than a madam. She wanted to play a game with even greater risk.

A game that gave her more reward.

And the king was going to help her get there.

11

KARA

The next day Kara met Tiko for lunch and a mani-pedi at their favorite spa on the Upper East Side.

The lunch wasn’t great, but the company of her best friend was much needed.

“I’m so glad you called, but I thought you wanted me to stay away? Or is the filthy don out of your life now?” Tiko whispered as they sipped on mimosas while getting their feet massaged.

Kara turned and smiled at her friend. Tiko was older than her, in his forties, but the man didn’t have a grey hair on his head and barely a wrinkle in sight. His eyes twinkled, and she shook her head.

“Not exactly.”

“What does that mean? And why do you look so glowy today? What did you do last night?”

“I did Gio,” she replied with a grin and Tiko nearly spilled his drink.

“Are you crazy?” he said dramatically and looked her over top to bottom.

Kara shrugged her shoulders. She probably was.

Tiko leaned in. “So, tell me all about it. Was it good?”

She laughed and nodded. “More than. It was hot, primal fucking. Right there in his kitchen.”

Tiko sighed and waved a hand in front of his face. “I need details. Tell me everything, Kara. I want to get the full dirty on the dick.”

“I already told you he has the most amazing cock I’ve ever seen. And tasted. And now, fucked. He’s a talented man. But as soon as it was over, he freaked out and sent me packing. In his clothes.”

“Really?”

“He gave me a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt because he ripped my dress. What else was I gonna wear home?”

“He ripped your dress? That’s so fucking hot,” Tiko whispered, then shook his head. “I should not be encouraging this, but go on.”

Kara leaned in close. “I let him chase me in the penthouse. He bent me over the kitchen island and… woah. I swear, I didn’t believe in g-spot orgasms until last night. Anyway, after he fucked my brains out, he withdrew his threat and told me to send him a new girl next week.”

“Ouch in terms of your ego but yay, he’s not going to ruin your livelihood. Are you okay?”

“Of course. And I know why he kicked me out. I’ve gotten under his skin. But I’m not done with him just yet,” Kara whispered as she took another sip of her drink.

“What are you planning now?”

“I’ve made good money in my line of work but it’s not all I’m capable of. I want more. And I’m going to use him to get what I want.”

“Which is?” Tiko asked.

“Well, last night, he took me to one of his underground establishments. A casino. They were raking in the money. I’d like to get into the business. And it complements what I do now. Gambling, drinking, drugs, sex - you know, all the vices rolled up into one.”

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