Joker's Wild (Vegas Underground 5)

He rolls me to my belly. “Spread, baby.”

I spread my legs. He grips the back of my neck, like he’s holding me down, and enters me from behind.

It’s so good, I swear I nearly pass out. Every stroke is heaven on wheels.

I turn my face to keep from suffocating in the blankets, and he rides me hard from behind, his loins against my ass, as he thrusts in so deep.

“Junior!”

“Fuck, yeah, baby. Come all over my dick now. Squeeze me tight, doll.”

I clench my muscles around his cock and he shouts something in Italian, slams in with enough force to bang the bed against the wall once, twice, three times. On the fourth, he stays deep inside me and comes.

My internal muscles flutter around his cock, squeezing and releasing as I come, too. I’m lightheaded. I’m lost.

And then, for some unknown reason, I’m crying.

* * *

Junior

Sonofabitch.

Desiree’s beautiful back shakes with sobs and I nearly lose my shit. I roll her over, doing my best to keep my hands gentle when urgency makes me want to yank and tear.

“Desiree. Baby. Fuck.” I gather her into my arms as she tries to hide her face in her hands.

Merde.

“I didn’t mean to break you, doll. I really didn’t.”

It’s exactly what I was trying not to do. It’s why I went in hot and fucked her instead of turning on the ice and scaring the shit out of her with threats or force.

What am I saying? I didn’t even mean to fuck her. I didn’t know what to do—all I knew was that the usual shit I spew to people when I’m threatening the lives of the people they love wouldn’t come out. So I smacked her ass.

And then she spread her palms out on the door and thrust her hips back like she liked it, and I was a goner.

But I must’ve misread her cues.

Something went terribly wrong because now she’s hiccupping and mopping up tears like she can’t stop.

She struggles to sit up. “It’s good. I’m good.” She wipes her tears with both fingers. “I don’t even know why I cried. Just the release, you know? I’m overtired, and this has been stressful and”—she waves her hand, a rueful twist of her full lips—“it all came out. I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? Fuck that.” I won’t let her go even though she’s fighting for sovereignty. Instead, I pull her around to straddle my lap, hold her tight against my chest. “You’re really okay?” I stroke up and down her bare back.

She gives a watery laugh. “Yes. Can we please forget this happened?”

“Stop,” I command. “I don’t give a shit if you bawl your eyes out every time you come. Hell, I don’t care if you puke. As long as I know it was good for you.”

She laughs against my neck, still hiding her face there. “It was good.”

“Too rough?” I’m still shell-shocked from thinking I hurt or scared her.

“No.” Her lips move against my neck. Is she kissing me? “I liked it.”

I keep holding her tight, partly because I love the feel of so much soft skin up against mine. But also because I figure she needs to be held even if she’s trying to pull her shit together and pretend nothing happened. And I’m not oblivious to the fact that I caused the stress she had to release through her tears.

“I had this fantasy…” I hear her say in a very small voice. Like she’s telling me a secret, here in the dark. “Back when I worked for your mom. I used to imagine you forcing me to have sex.”

I somehow manage to not stiffen. She’s talking about a fantasy. It doesn’t mean she believes I would actually force a woman to have sex with me.

“You get hot for a little violence in the bedroom, doll?”

She leans her chin on my shoulder. Her bare breasts push against my chest. “I don’t know. Yeah, I guess so. I mean, just a fantasy, right? Of course I would never want to be forced in real life. And any guy who did that—”

“Yeah, yeah,” I interrupt. I’d rather stick with her fantasies than discuss rape. I pull her hips against mine. Her cunt is still slick with her juices and it rubs over my cock, getting me semi-hard again.

Her lips find the place where my shoulder meets my neck again. This time I’m sure it’s a kiss or love bite or whatever.

“I can’t even believe I’m telling you. It’s just that you kinda just made it all come true. In a good way,” she rushes to add. “I don’t mean I really felt forced.”

My dick lengthens. “Well—” I keep stroking her back, palming her ass, consuming her. “I’m happy to act that fantasy out with you over and over again.” I squeeze both her ass cheeks roughly, lifting and lowering her slowly over my cock. “Let’s just say while you’re in this house, you might be subject to forced fucking any time I feel like it.”