Page 115 of Forgotten Promise

He wanted to watch them hate fuck. Okay, then.

John carefully selected and stacked up a second set of chips. “These? I want you on your knees. Naked. Maybe plugged. Maybe hands tied behind your back. While Benjamin and I take turns fucking your mouth.” He added one more chip to the stack. “And you have to swallow.”

Kailani’s gaze met John’s, her breathing shallow, her hard nipples rubbing against the fabric lining of the dress with each inhale.

“Damn, man…” Benjamin was eyeing John. “Where were you hiding this?”

“Should I stop?” John asked softly.

“No,” Kailani and Benjamin said at the same time.

“These?” John put a final stack of chips on the table. “You accept your punishment.”

Kailani swallowed hard.

“Punishment for being so damned stubborn…and for not fighting for us.”

Kailani looked down at her hands, shame mixing with arousal. But she cleared her throat. “I wasn’t the only one who stayed silent.”

John half rose, then grabbed a stack of Benjamin’s chips. Benjamin grabbed his arm, and for a moment they stayed that way, both tense, gazes locked. Then Benjamin slowly let go. John set Benjamin’s chips down in the middle of the table.

“Want these back?” John tapped the top of the stack.

“Yes,” Benjamin growled.

“Same deal as her. You accept your punishment.”

Kailani looked at Benjamin. She knew he was wondering the same thing she was—how would John punish them?

Benjamin cleared his throat and sat forward. “I think it’s time to cash in our chips.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

“Your car, sir.”

“I won’t be staying. Leave her here.” The tuxedo-clad detective/secret agent opened the trunk of the sleek silver sports car. A quick check to make sure no one was watching, and then he reached into the trunk. The item he needed was still in its case, but he slipped it out of the package and into his pocket, along with a small liquid-filled packet.

Tense music kept time with his footsteps as he returned to the casino. A guard at the door eyed him, but the detective/secret agent walked in like he had every right to be there. Walked like he had a license to kill.

The second floor was quieter, the sounds of the casino floating up, but muted the deeper he went into the sprawling building. He knew a private spot, where no one would hear them. As long as his associate had managed to get their target into place.

A dark-haired Asian woman stood in a dim side hall, a glass of champagne in her hand. Across from her, leaning casually against the wall, was a tall black man in an immaculate tuxedo.

He looked up, and the detective/secret agent patted his pocket. That was their signal. Without moving, the man reached to the side, turning a doorknob and thrusting the door open. The woman turned, peering into the open door.

That was all the detective/secret agent needed. He didn’t stop, didn’t pause. His hand slipped around her waist and he whirled her into the room. Behind them, the other man slid into the room, carefully, quietly, closing the door.

“What do you want?” she demanded.

The detective/secret agent took the glass from her hand, passing it back to the other man. “The same thing you do.” He grabbed her hip and jerked her forward. Their lips met in a brutal, heated kiss.

The kiss ended, and the woman breathed a name. “John.”

* * *

A second too late, Kailani realized she’d broken the game by using his name. The spy-movie-esque setup had been Benjamin’s idea. John’s delighted smile had made her all too willing to play along. Tonight was all about being a different, maybe better, version of themselves.

John’s hands slid down her hips to her thighs. He curled his fingers, bunching up her skirt.

---