I Have to Have Her

After just a few minutes, he’d seen enough and made his way to the room where the three men were waiting.

“This is horse shit,” the first man with short, blond hair and a receding hairline said.

“Gentlemen, I’m Gabriel Locke, the owner of this establishment.” By saying his name, he could always judge if people knew him. They all seemed clueless, which was a pity. Now if they’d been playing in his private betting rooms, he’d be able to take out his anger on them. As it was, with civilians, he had to play by the rules, and counting cards wasn’t allowed. Giving them a warning and removing them from his property, banning them from all of his casinos, the matter was dealt with.

It pissed him off and he stood, staring out across his empire.

There was only one person he wanted right now.

After pulling out his cell phone, he texted her.

Gabriel: Be at the apartment in ten minutes.

He hadn’t even put his phone away when his cell phone alerted him to a brand-new message. Gritting his teeth, he opened it up, and there was one waiting from Claire.

Claire: Can’t. Rhianna’s upset. I’m keeping her company.

She was, was she?

Well, his needs came first.

Leaving the casino, he climbed into the back of his car and ordered to be taken to his apartment.

Before the car had even stopped in its parking spot, he was out the door, at the elevator, and heading back up to his room. The time that passed didn’t do his mood any justice. He was angry, pissed off, and fucking horny. Opening the door, he entered the apartment and found his sister and his woman on the sofa.

Rhianna sniffled into some tissues.

“What’s going on here?” he asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“It’s none of your business,” Rhianna said.

“Good, if it’s none of my business. Go accept the pizza I ordered. I know you love it.” He pulled some money out of his wallet and handed it to Rhianna.

“Pizza?”

His sister couldn’t resist a good pizza. The moment she was out of sight, he grabbed Claire’s hand and dragged her to his bedroom.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He slammed the door and shoved her toward the bed. The clothes she wore were hideous, but he pulled down her pajama shorts, revealing her naked ass.

“Gabriel!”

He had her on her knees and was inside her within a matter of seconds. She was wet, not as soaked as he liked her, but he didn’t have time. He worked his fingers through her slit and she gasped, moaning as he fucked her.

“When I tell you to be somewhere, you’re going to be there.”

“I had Rhianna to think of.”

“Don’t say her name. I don’t want to hear her name.” He bit down on her neck and rode her pussy, driving inside her, fingering her pussy. He grabbed his cell phone, putting it in her hand. “Call the pizza place, tell them it’s for Locke and they need to be ready within minutes.”

He knew the receptionist would keep Rhianna talking for him.

“Gabriel?”

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to do as you’re told. I’m not arguing with you. Do it.”

She moaned as he pinched her clit.

“There will always be consequences for not doing as I ask. You’ll learn.” He fucked her hard, teasing her clit and feeling her answering pulse as she squeezed his cock. She felt so good.

When she was on the phone, he made it harder for her to focus, working her clit, making her speak even as she wanted to moan in pleasure.

Good. He wanted to drive her wild, to make her think about what she did. He wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to wait for anyone.

He pounded inside her, taking her harder. She hung up the phone and he brought her to orgasm. Feeling her ripple set his own release off and he came, spilling his cum inside her. He didn’t know if he was ever going to be able to go back to wearing rubbers. She felt so amazing on his length.

Afterward, they were both panting.

“Stay where you are,” he said, easing out of her.

He went into his en-suite and rinsed out a cloth. Glancing up, he looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised by what he saw. He looked … no, he wasn’t even going to analyze this shit.

Leaving the bathroom, he returned behind her and saw some of his cum leaking out of her pussy. Damn. Before he took her again, since he knew they didn’t have time, he pressed the cloth to her, cleaning her up. After throwing the cloth in the laundry basket, he helped her back into the shorts and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Are you happy now?” she asked.

“It’ll do, but next time, you won’t like the consequences. Don’t play games with me, Claire. You won’t win, ever.”