Ace of Hearts (Vegas Underground 3)

At some point, he carries me to a chair and holds me there, straddling him. Our bodies intertwine like they belong together, my smaller frame fitting into his, my pale limbs woven through his darker ones. I breathe him in—his scent grounding me. Soothing me.

He rubs a hand up and down my spine. “You okay, baby? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. Yeah, I’m definitely going to be sore, but I want something to remember this by.

Because I am utterly changed by this moment. Utterly torn apart and put back together.

Chapter 8

Tony

I can’t even think about it. I can’t even think about someone raping Pepper or I will turn green and rip apart the room. And it must’ve been someone she knows, otherwise she wouldn’t have blocked it out.

It takes all my effort to keep from hounding her about it. She needs me to put her back together, not tear things apart.

Too bad tearing things apart is all I’m good at.

I let her stay glued to me for as long as she wants. Eventually, she peels her body off mine and walks to the bathroom. When I hear the shower running, I follow her in. Water droplets run over her pale skin, caressing her youthful body. She stares up at me, eyes wide. There’s no barriers between us now. We face each other soul to soul. I pick up the bar of soap and run it between my hands while she waits, so fucking present. Her body trembles when I stroke it, soap her from head to toe and when she lifts her lips to kiss me, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.

It’s not hot and dirty, like what I just did to her against the wall. Like what we did in the airport. It’s like spring flowers. Like warm rain. It’s clean and pure.

Something I’ve never been.

I wash her, and then she washes me, her movements tentative, at first, then bolder. She grasps my cock and makes it hard as stone again, pulling it in long, soapy strokes.

“Merda, songbird. You’re getting me all worked up, and I’ll bet you’re too sore for me to fuck again.”

She holds my gaze as she lowers to her knees.

“No, no, no.” I pull her back to stand. I don’t know if it’s rational, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt her throat, shoving back there when it’s all inflamed.

She turns off the water and climbs out, a look over her shoulder telling me she wants me to follow. At the bathroom sink she bends over, just like in the airport. Her ass is still lightly painted with my handprints. I get another condom from my pants pocket in the suite, then return to find her holding her ass cheeks open.

“Oh, baby. You want me to fuck your ass?”

She meets my eyes in the mirror, bites her lip. Nods.

Cavolo. This girl is something else. I grab the bottle of jojoba oil on her counter. “Come to the bed. I wanna make this good for you.”

She goes to the bed, but doesn’t get on it. Who could blame her after the way things went last time? I smack her ass. “On your knees, songbird.”

No hesitation now. She climbs right up into position for me. I push her torso down. “Reach between your legs and play with your pussy while I play with your ass.”

I dribble a generous amount of oil over her anus and work my finger in, massaging her tight ring of muscles open and coaxing them to relax. Every once in a while, I play with her pussy with my other hand, moving her fingers aside and stroking, slapping, penetrating.

When she’s stretched and ready, I slide on a condom and lube up. “This is what you dared me to do that first night you stormed in my office, didn’t you, songbird? How long have you fantasized about having your ass fucked?”

She shakes her head as I push the tip of my cock against her anus.

“Don’t lie, baby.”

She chuckles into the covers and I apply pressure, waiting for her sphincter muscles to relax. As soon as they do, I push in, going slowly because I’m big and she’s an anal virgin.

She makes the cutest little sounds, plaintive mewls and stops of breath, all the while her fingers work frantically between her legs.

“You wanted me to bend you over and teach you what it’s like to be owned from the minute you stepped in this casino.”

The slurpy sound her fingers make between her legs makes my cock grow even thicker. I hold her hips steady and show her who’s boss.

I’ve always liked anal. I’m an ass man and I like to be in charge. Still, this time is like discovering a whole new dimension to sex. One where her desires and mine perfectly mesh, heightening the pleasure by one thousand percent. I’m not just the dominant guy fucking his girl’s ass, I’m the guy she needs me to be; I’m giving her the pleasure she craves by doing what I do best.