Buy Me 3 (Mistress Auctions 3)

“Georgia, you can have anything in this casino you want. Including me.”

I lick my lips, trying to find words to respond to him, but I can’t.

“I don’t know what this is, but I’ve been around a long time, and I’ve never felt this uncontrollable pull to anything.” I feel his fingertip brush across my wrist, feeling my pulse. “Tell me you don’t feel it.”

Taking a breath, I feel myself about to take the leap. To tell him something honest and real.

“Dinner is served,” the waiter says, breaking the spell.

I pull my hand away from Antonio’s. My fingers are suddenly very cold. I look anywhere but into his bright blue eyes, not able to do it yet. I need to square my shoulders and put my game face back on.

I can do this. Be charming, be polite, be his fantasy. Just don’t let him touch me again. I don’t know that I’m strong enough to survive it.

Chapter Five

Don

I want to curse the waiter. I had her so close to admitting something. So close to giving me another taste of the real her. Her mask has slipped back into place, and no matter how hard I’ve tried throughout dinner, I can’t get her to open back up.

I’ll try anything to get her to come back out as the silence stretches between us.

“Ask me,” I say, taking another bite of my steak. She’s already eaten almost all of her rib-eye, and I can see my window is closing. Soon she’ll be done and have a reason to leave. She wants to turn the conversation back around to me. That’s fine if it will get her talking again.

“Do you always buy women two-million-dollar bottles of champagne and let them take what they want from your casino? I’d think that would’ve left you broke pretty damn quick. Not that I’m complaining.” She raises her champagne glass in a small teasing gesture before taking another sip.

“Can’t say I’ve ever let someone who robbed my casino walk out of here before.”

Her eyes come to mine, and she tilts her head, making those golden blonde curls bounce again. Goddamn, seeing her ride my cock as her tresses bounced all around her would be heaven.

“Did you just threaten me?” Her tone doesn’t sound worried. Good. I wasn’t trying to worry her. A lot of people fear me, and I don’t want her to be one of them.

“Don’t think I can say I’ve treated them to a two-million-dollar bottle of champagne before I got the skin owed to me after they took something that was mine.” I lean in a little, taking a deep breath, disappointed that all I can smell is the food on the table.

“But you said—”

“Oh, I’ll be taking some of your skin tonight. In my hands, mouth, and any other way I can come up with. As for the walking out of here, never said I was letting you leave.” I smile so she thinks I’m teasing, but not a word of what I just said was a joke. No one takes something that’s mine, and she’s that. I won’t allow even her to take herself from me.

He breathing picks up at my words, but no sassy remark leaves her mouth. I like that I shocked her, made her lose her step, but fuck, do I love when she comes back on something I’ve said. No one talks to me like she does. I think I could get off to nothing but her voice.

She’s leaned in a little, so we aren’t too far apart across the small table. This time I reach out and wrap one of her long blonde curls around my finger. As I lift just the edge to my nose, the smell of warm honey fills my lungs and makes my cock leak pre-cum.

“Come back to my room with me. I’ll put this champagne to use. Lick every drop of it off your body.”

I can see the hesitation in her eyes, but she licks her lips.

I place my hand under her chin, drawing her eyes to mine.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t assume that you coming back to my room means we’re going to have sex. Unless you count my tongue fucking your pussy to see if you not only smell like honey but taste like it, too.”

Her lips part a little at my words, a small gasp leaving her. I steal the opening to pull her to me, closing the distance and taking her mouth. The taste of champagne hits my tongue, sweet and warm. I hold myself back from devouring her mouth, which is what I really want to do. I want to show her that this is all about pleasing her. Making her crave me. Showing her what I can give her if she’ll let me. She might be blunt and in your face, but I can tell she’s a runner, and I don’t want to give her a reason to.

My tongue lazily sweeps into her mouth, and she opens a little more to me. I deepen the kiss at her invitation, and she slowly starts to kiss me back. Pulling back, I try to read her expression, but her eyes remain closed, her fingers coming to her lips like she’s savoring the kiss, almost like she’s never felt lips on hers before.

The act is simple and so innocent. When her eyes finally open, I can see that mask is finally gone again.

“Take me to your room.”

She barely finishes the words before I’m rising from my chair. She grabs the bottle of champagne from the table, making me smile at her. I take it from her and grab her hand before making my way to the front of the restaurant.

It’s then I see Samantha sitting at a corner table. She rises from her chair and moves towards me. There aren’t many female power players in Vegas, but she’s definitely in that small window, and I have great respect for her. She’s cunning and seems to always be two steps ahead of everyone else. Luckily, she’s never had anything that I needed, something I’m sure drives her crazy. Money isn’t the only thing Sam likes to collect; she likes to collect favors as well.