King of Diamonds (Vegas Underground 1)

“I bet this juicy ass has never been fucked before.”

I stiffen, because, yeah. I’m totally an anal virgin and I’m definitely not into giving it up to him.

He reaches around the front of me and cups my mons, stroking the tender flesh there ever so lightly. “You’re afraid.” He brings his lips to my ear and then nips me there. “That shouldn’t excite me.”

My knees lock and I swerve my hips away from him. I definitely don’t want this. Especially not when it sounds like he wants to force it on me.

He turns me around and cages my throat with his hand. He doesn’t squeeze, just uses it to hold me still for a harsh kiss. Water runs down my face, between our lips. He moves his mouth over mine, fucking me with his tongue, twisting and turning his lips over mine, changing the angle, devouring me.

After a moment I relax into him, open for the onslaught.

His hands coast around to my ass and he squeezes, cupping and kneading my cheeks as he makes love to my face.

His cock hardens against my belly. “I need you again, bambi. Are you going to give it to me like a good girl?”

Those words shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. My pussy clenches, pelvic floor lifts. I wrap one leg around his waist and invite him in.

He groans against my lips. “I forgot to bring a condom in.” He removes my leg from his waist and pushes me against the shower wall. “Move from this position and I’ll spank your ass pink. Capiche?”

“Yeah.” I’m breathless.

He leans in and kisses me again, hard and twisty lipped. “So sweet.” But then he points a warning finger at me as he backs out of the shower. It’s a gesture that makes my knees weak. It probably makes his enemies piss themselves, his underlings jump into line.

He’s back a moment later, already rolling the condom on. He crowds against me, leaning his forehead against mine, his cock sawing between my legs.

“You too sore for this?”

There it is again—the consideration. I don’t know why it always surprises me. I guess because the rest of the time he can be so harsh. It’s so damn appealing, this mixture of asshole and tenderness. It makes him beyond attractive.

I am too sore, but I can’t refuse more sex. Not because I don’t want to disappoint him. Because I need it. Even with the orgasms he already gave me, I’m hungry for more. Want to know how this scene ends.

“Not too sore.” My voice sounds scratchy.

He presses his thumb in my mouth and I suck on it. “I don’t do gentle, amore. You’d better know that.”

He pulls his thumb out enough for me to answer, “Are you warning me off again?”

He kicks my feet wider, then lifts my thigh, but instead of putting it on his hip where it was before, he slaps my pussy.

I gasp. My nipples harden to diamond points.

He spanks between my legs again. It’s a punishment of some sort, but I’m not sure what it’s for. Or maybe he just likes to hurt me.

It wouldn’t surprise me if the mafia kingpin was a sadist. His world is crime and violence.

But then he melds his mouth over mine and lines up his cock with my entrance. “Take it, then.” His voice is gruff and deep. He thrusts in, filling me.

I throw my arms around his shoulders and claw the back of his neck. He shoves up, lifting my other foot from the shower floor. I wrap it around his waist and he cups my ass. “You gonna ride my cock good, bambina?”

My pussy clenches, even as I’m offended. Is this the way he talks to the whores he usually uses?

But then I forget my ire in the next moment because he starts muttering against my neck as he plows in and out, “So sweet. So fucking good. This pussy could save a man, I swear to Madonna.”

My upper back presses against the shower wall and he guides my movements, lifting and lowering me as he angles his thrusts up into me.

The heat of the water and steam, combined with the frantic sex makes me lightheaded.

Nico’s rough, no doubt about it. I have no control over our movements—he’s driving and he knows exactly what he wants and what he’s doing. My moans take on a higher and higher pitch and then I’m squeezing around his cock, slapping his shoulder.

“Don’t come,” he commands. “Don’t fucking come until I tell you to.”

Again, I’m offended. I can’t tell if it’s supposed to be hot or he’s just that controlling. Except it is hot. So hot, I can’t help but obey him, just because I need to know what the reward for obedience will be.

Just because I’m desperate to reap my reward.

Nico’s panting, shoving harder and faster, flattening me against the cool tile, the stubble of his five-o’clock shadow scraping and scratching my neck.