King of Diamonds (Vegas Underground 1)

“Yes! Please, Nico,” she sobs.

The urgency of her need sends me over the cliff. My hips snap and I fuck her a few more times before I come again.

“Now, baby.”

Her entire body convulses, pussy fluttering around my fingers, anus tightening almost painfully around my cock. It must hurt her, too, because she cries out and her muscles go slack, surrendering once more.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl.” I kiss her neck. “You took it so well. Did you like your first ass-fucking?”

She doesn’t answer and a little ball of dread starts building in my solar plexus. I ease out of her and throw the condom in the trash by the bed. “I’ll be right back,” I murmur and quickly wash my hands in the bathroom. The urgency to return to her is almost overwhelming.

She hasn’t moved since I left her, she’s still collapsed over the pillows, her ravished ass on display.

“Look at me, piccolina.” I roll her over.

She doesn’t seem to want me to see her face, because she lunges up for me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

I hold her tight, petting her hair, kissing her temple. “Tell me you’re okay, baby.”

She nods against my neck. “I’m okay.” Her voice is ragged.

“I need to see you.”

Her arms tighten around my neck.

“Angel.” I lower her back to the bed and roll to my side so we’re facing one another. “Look at me.”

She gradually releases her grip on my neck.

I cradle her face in one palm, run my thumb over her cheekbone. “I love you, Sondra.”

I didn’t mean to say it. I had no idea those words were going to come out of my mouth. But they’re true. They’re real. They’re the best honesty I’ve ever known.

Her eyes fly wide and she studies me, like she’s looking for some sign I mean it. Like she’s afraid to believe me.

I feel the brakes slamming in my own chest. I’m leading her on. I’m not even available for this woman, but it’s too late. I’ve said it, and I’m not taking it back.

“Don’t say it back,” I tell her. “I know it doesn’t change things. It’s just what came out when I saw your angelic face.”

“So you’re not still mad?”

I chuckle. “Not even close to mad, baby. I got over being mad the second you stood up and took your panties off for me. And that was before you gave me the best blowjob of my life.” I brush her mussed hair out of her face. “Baby, I’m just sorry I lost my temper with you. And I’m sorry about that spanking—at least the first one. It wasn’t for you, it was for me, and that’s not cool.”

She studies me, her eyes intelligent. I swear she sees right into my soul and doesn’t judge. I don’t know how that’s possible. “I liked it.”

I smile as my chest constricts. “I know you did. And I keep telling myself that makes it okay. But I’m not sure it does.”

She covers my hand on her cheek with her palm. “Your concern makes it okay.”

I shudder under her touch. “I don’t know why you trust me so well, baby. I don’t deserve it.”

She purses her lips. “No, you don’t.”

I fight a smile, glad she’s taking me to task. “Baby, I know I’ve been neglecting you and that’s why you were trying to get a rise out of me. I called my younger brother and asked him to move here to help me run this shit so I can give you the attention you deserve. But please don’t mess around with other guys because I will come unglued and the asshole you touch will end up with his balls shoved up his ass. Capiche?”

She shivers slightly. “I’m sorry.”

I already know she is, and I wasn’t trying to make her say it again. I put my finger on her lips. “Listen, I’m going to make it up to you. I have to go back out there now, but I’m gonna clear my schedule for you tomorrow. I want you to pack a bag and be ready for me by 10 a.m. We’re going to take a trip.”

The flickering hope in her eyes scares the shit out of me. Not because I’m not going to do everything I fucking can to make sure I deliver whatever it is she needs from me, but because I want to be the man who delivers it permanently. And that’s a fucking impossibility.

Chapter 12

Sondra

“Everyone’s trying to figure out who you are,” I murmur to Nico. We’re sitting in the cafe of the Met, drinking espresso to revive ourselves from our long day of walking through the art museum. Yes, he flew me on a private jet to New York City this morning and demanded I show him all the best the Met had to offer. Considering it’s my first trip to New York, let alone the Met, my bucket is beyond full.