Wild Card (Vegas Underground 8)

“You’re going to keep me as your love-slave?” I purr.

Of course the idea turns me on—I’m a little maso who loves to be used. But that’s just thinking about it as a short-term kinky scene. In actuality, this could be my worst nightmare. Still, I can’t muster the reservations I should be feeling right now.

“Uh huh. No disrespect intended, of course. That gonna work for you?”

I sit back on my haunches and let him bounce me over his cock, my tits swinging. “For how long?”

“I figure you can work off your debt to me, one sex act at a time. Just like this.”

Okay. So still a prisoner. Just a longer timeline now. Good to know.

I run my nails through the hair on his chest. Scrape them lightly across his nipples. “What’s the going rate?”

He thrusts his hips up while pulling me down, forcing me to take him deep. “Let’s say five hundred bucks per sex act. And I’ll even count all the times you got me off last week, since that was so generous of you. Especially considering I was shaking you down.”

My mouth stretches into a wide smile.

He doesn’t return the expression, but he says, “I like it when you smile like that. You’re really fucking hot, Caitlin.”

And then I want desperately to please him. I reach behind and cup his balls, rub over his prostate while I ride him.

Paolo growls and flips us over, so I’m on the bottom and he’s on the top. He leans on one hand and strokes in and out, staring down at my face like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

I pinch his nipples. He pins my hands beside my head. “I’m not wearing a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” I say automatically. Of course I missed a couple nights when he kidnapped me but I made them up and I can make up last night’s missed pill, too.

“Good, because I want to come inside you.” He doesn’t worry about my orgasm this time, which I find kinda hot. Like I’m his love slave now so my pleasure isn’t his concern. Basically, it just ensures that I come as hard as he does, maybe harder.

And then he grins. It transforms the normally gruff expression on his face.

He makes no comment, just sends this affectionate smile as he hovers over me, still buried deep.

We stare at each other like neither of is sure how we got here, but we’re glad we did.

And for just this moment, I want to forget everything—grad school, jail, my father’s death, foster care, taking care of my brother. I want to forget Paolo Tacone is a powerful hitman for the mob and just be.

Just be with him.

Too bad life is so damn complicated.

Paolo

Caitlin loses her smile as soon as we’re out of bed. She picks up her phone and goes outside—buck naked and it’s forty degrees out—to make a phone call. I watch her through the sliding door, circling the hot tub. When she opens it up to peek inside, I step outside to pull the cover back. “Hop in,” I murmur, smacking her ass.

She tosses me a grateful smile and scoots in, but the tone of the conversation she’s having is tense. “Listen, it’s all been handled. You don’t need to worry about it, okay? No, the charges were dropped, the money was returned. All’s well that ends well.”

I go inside to give her some privacy. It’s probably her brother. When I scrolled through her phone the first night, that was the only number she called for more than a minute.

I vow to learn more about her life—family, history, everything. Now that I’ve decided to keep my little wildfire, I want to know everything there is to know.

I bring out a towel and leave it for her. When she comes back in, she’s a more sane Caitlin—a side I haven’t seen much of, but I knew must be there for her to be where she is—halfway to a PhD in computer science. “I was supposed to TA my first class today,” she says, like all is lost.

There’s no fucking way this is a problem, though. Not when Dr. Alden is my bitch now.

I point at her phone. “Call your advisor. Tell him you’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Well, it would be next Tuesday, but...” She searches my face. “Okay.” She dials and I step closer to listen in. She’s wrapped in nothing but a towel, and even though I’ve already had her twice, she still turns me on.

She glances up at me again, as if for reassurance as she puts the phone to her ear. “Hi, Dr. Alden? Yeah, I don’t know if you saw the news or not, but—”

“I saw it,” he says tightly. “Are you calling from jail?”

“Nope, I’m out. Charges have been dropped. It was all a big misunderstanding.” She shoots me another look and I nod reassuringly. “So I missed today’s class, but I’ll start Tuesday, no problem.”