Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

I feel like pushing him a little, so instead of keeping quiet or accommodating him, I decide to be a brat. “What if I don’t want to pay you back? What if I don’t think I owe you anything?”

I don’t notice him drawing the material of my dress up around my waist until it’s already done and his fingers dig into the soft globes of my nearly bare ass. My panties are so thin beneath his strong hands, so insignificant. He pulls me forward, forcing me against the hardness of his cock. He still has trousers on, but I know how quickly he could shed them.

His voice comes out rough as he drags me across his cock again. “You’re testing the limits of my kindness.”

I know I’m not ready for this, but my body—once again—is behind the times. I can’t help the physical response I have to what he’s doing, and for a moment, I wonder if I should just give in. Let him shut my brain off and fill my body full of pleasure. I know he can do it. He’s done it before. I don’t know how I would feel afterward, but at least while he’s inside me I know I’ll feel incredible.

Doing my best to resist the temptation even as he rocks his cock against my pussy again, I murmur, “Where did we land on that poker game?”

“Two-person poker isn’t much fun,” he tells me, running a slow hand up my thigh.

I catch his wrist, stopping him from sliding that devious hand between my legs. “Even strip poker?”

He dips forward and kisses the exposed ball of my shoulder. “That turns into fucking within a few minutes. We could skip the card-playing and get right to it.”

Looking at his shoulder instead of his face, I tell him, “I’m not ready.”

“Let go of my wrist and I bet I can make a liar out of you,” he tells me.

“I don’t mean my body isn’t ready. My body is ready. My heart isn’t. My head isn’t.”

Rafe sighs, but he doesn’t break my grasp and push further, which he could easily do. A moment passes in silence, then he says, “We could invite Mateo and Mia.”

My eyes widen and I lean back. “Excuse me?”

His eyes dance with mischief. “To strip poker. More fun with more people.”

“No way. Are you nuts? I’m not taking my clothes off in front of them.”

“Why not?” he asks lightly, his gaze dropping to my chest. His hands follow and he squeezes my breasts like he has a right to.

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??Because aside from Mia being gorgeous, your cousin is terrifying. When I catch his glance, I lose a year off my life. My assumption is that nudity draws his gaze move frequently than sitting at the dinner table fully dressed. I’d drop dread by the end of the game.”

“I won’t lie and say he’s not a shit-stirrer, but he only has eyes for Mia. Unless you plan on playing with her, you don’t have to worry about snagging his attention.”

Biting back a smile, I say, “That suggestion came a little too easily.”

He plays at innocence—which is a joke. “What do you mean? I hate watching two beautiful women play with each other. It’s just the worst.”

I shove him in the shoulder. “I’m not into girls.”

“You don’t have to be into girls to play with them. Some kissing, some petting… I might be willing to knock down some of your debt for a little supervised playtime.”

I shake my head at him. “This isn’t going to happen. I’m not even completely sold on you, so I’m definitely not going to make out with a girl for your viewing pleasure.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs, reaching behind my back and tugging my zipper down. “You’re not being very playful tonight, kitten.” Taking my hand and placing it on his crotch, he asks, “What am I supposed to do about this?”

“Why don’t you imagine me doing your bidding and get yourself off to that.”

His eyes narrow on my face, then he grabs a fistful of my hair and moves me off his lap.

“Rafe…” I begin, as he lowers me to the floor by the hair on my head.

“Quiet,” he says, using his free hand to take his cock out.

Tummy taut with uncertainty, I look up at him. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, while a deeper, more primal part of me latches onto the feeling of being where I belong. I’m like a cornered animal, balancing here on my hands and knees with Rafe’s firm grip on my hair. My heart knows it isn’t ready to do this all over again, but something deeper craves the domination.