I tensed up a bit in his lap.
I was all for this undercover mission, but the thought of actually sleeping with this criminal was horrifying. I glanced over at Zach who had a cool expression on his face as if the man’s wagers hadn’t even phased him.
“Sounds good to me.” He said, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his chiseled forearms. His muscles rippled under his skin, making me feel a little better, but then I remembered all the bodyguards standing around with guns. Even if Zach managed to punch Ace, what good would it do? He would just be shot a second later.
At the thought, my heart started to thump.
I wanted excitement and I sure as hell was getting it.
“Heidi didn’t fail to mention your notorious winning streak. It seems you never lose a game. How do you do it?” Zach asked.
Wait… If Ace never lost… how was I supposed to get out of here without sleeping with him? Zach better had a plan or something or I swear, I’m going to murder him myself for getting me into this situation.
“It’s a trade secret.” Ace answered, dealing out the first hand before passing the deck to a young man wearing white gloves.
Now, if I had to be completely honest, I knew absolutely nothing about poker but as the game wore on, I could tell that Ace had a lot more chips on his side than Zach did. I was starting to think that things would not work out in my favor.
“All in,” Zach said, pushing all his chips into the middle.
“You do realize that if you lose this hand, your lovely date will be going home with me.”
“I am well aware, but there’s no way you could beat my hand,” Zach said with an air of confidence.
“I wouldn’t be so sure, but it honestly doesn’t matter. Either way, I’ll win and I’ll have this beautiful woman in my bed.” He grinned wildly, his hands snaking up my thigh. I giggled and leaned into him like I was enjoying myself. “So, think it over a minute.”
Suddenly, his lips were on my neck, sucking on my flesh. My skin crawled with disgust and I wanted to do nothing more than push him away. If I didn’t have the threat of dying hanging over my head, I probably would have slapped him across the face for touching me, but I knew better than to piss off a mafia leader. I had seen plenty of movies on the subject and I didn’t want to go swimming with the fishes tonight.
His hand ran up my back, his fingers tracing the outline of my spine. It sent a shiver running through my body that he must have interpreted as one of pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” He whispered in my ear, nibbling my earlobe ever so gently. “Don’t you worry gorgeous. Later, I’ll make sure you’re screaming my name.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait,” I whispered, trying to maintain my part, hoping that Zach had some trick up his sleeve to get me out of this situation.
Eventually, Ace stopped kissing me, his hands resting on my hips as he looked back at the table. “So, you’ve decided to stay all in?”
“Yes.” Zach nodded.
“Very well.” Ace glanced at the white-gloved man who was supposedly the dealer all of a sudden. He drew the last card. “I think you have just lost your lady.”
Even though it was not his turn to show his cards, he arrogantly flipped them over. “Full house, ace high.”
That sounded good. I had no idea how Zach looked so calm in a moment like this while I was sweating bullets, trying to ignore the thought that I would have to be sleeping with the most vile man in the city in a couple of hours… maybe even sooner.
“Too bad you didn’t have an Ace of Spades,” Zach said as he showed off his cards. An ace and a king, both of the same suite.
“Royal flush.” The dealer said with a grave tone. He looked the most surprised of all, almost as if he had never seen anything like this happen before.
A deadly silence settled in the room and it felt like the whole world had stopped for a moment.
Suddenly, one of the guards grabbed Zach’s wrist, hoisting him out of his seat.
“Where are you hiding them?” Ace demanded. “Your sleeves are rolled, so you couldn’t have hidden it there.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zach answered calmly. “If you’re implying that I cheated, you flatter me.”
The guards started to rough him up before one of them found another ace hiding in the collar of Zach’s shirt.
Ace picked it up and I was sure that Zach was as good as dead, but then, strangely enough, Ace started laughing. “That’s a new one, kid. You got me good.” He continued to laugh, getting up.
I scrambled to my feet, standing there awkwardly, not quite sure what to do. I kept my eye on the exit, just in case I needed to make a run for it. Not that I would get very far in these heels…
“I’ll give you this one,” Ace said, slapping Zach on the back. “But only if you promise to come back tomorrow. I’ve invited some of my closest friends. The buyout is $500,000 and the game won’t be as friendly.” He leaned in close like he was going to whisper. “So, if I catch you cheating again, I’ll be sending your head to Heidi on a dinner platter.”
With that, Ace pushed him forward. The guards grabbed him, towing him out of the building. For a second, I thought that I would have to stay, even though Zach had technically won the game, but then the guards started pushing me out too, pressing their guns against the small of my back.
“Hey big boy, there’s no need to get so rough…” I said, but the guy just pressed his gun into me harder. Okay, apparently charm didn’t work on the big gorillas.
They threw us outside. I landed on top of Zach, our faces impossibly close. Our noses almost touched.
Zach pressed his hands into my hips before he got up, helping me to my feet. Without a word, we walked to the motorcycle and got on, driving away as fast as we could. It was only once we were out of harm’s way that it really dawned on me just how close to dying I had really come. Before I could stop myself, I slapped Zach upside the head. “You nearly got me killed!”
He came to a screeching halt on the side of a deserted backroad. “Did you really think I would let you go home with a creep like Ace?”
“Oh yeah, what would’ve happened if someone in there pulled the trigger?”
He turned and looked at me, his hands on my cheeks, a grin on his face. “You said you wanted an exciting night, didn’t you? Well, I don’t think it gets any more exciting than that.”
“You’re crazy.”
“And you love it.” Before I knew what was happening, his lips collided with mine. His hand was on my cheek, keeping my face locked with his.
He caught me by surprise and at first, I didn’t know how to react, but once those sweet, sweet lips started dancing on mine, I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his thick hair. Soon, I was addicted.
His tongue trailed along my bottom lip, asking for entrance into my mouth. Eagerly, I parted my lips and our tongues contorted in an erotic dance. His hand crept up my leg, getting dangerously close to my pussy. I thought he was going to tease me, just like he had been doing all night, but instead, his hand slid under the thin material of my thong, finding my wet slit.
I couldn’t believe that after everything that had happened, somehow, I was sexually charged, almost as if I was getting aroused by the adrenaline. Or maybe it was the pure testosterone rolling off this man, driving me absolutely crazy.
He slipped a finger inside me, pumping it in and out of me at a breakneck pace almost immediately. If anyone decided to drive up the road, it wouldn’t take much imagination to figure out what was going on.
As he continued, one of his hands reached back, revving the engine. Doing so caused the whole bike to vibrate underneath me, sending waves of euphoria running through my spine. I tilted my head back, moaning his name, my neck exposed.
He leaned forward, kissing my flesh, his lips sending electricity running through every part of my body, invigorating me like nothing else.
/> Now, this was the kind of excitement I was looking for.
***
I don’t know how we managed to get home, but soon enough, we were at my apartment building, already making out as he carried me up the stairs. It was almost painful to pull away from him as I grabbed the spare key from under the doormat and opened the door.
The second we were over the threshold, he nearly tackled me onto the couch, his body pinning mine in place. “You’ve been teasing me all night long…”
“Can you blame me?” I was unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to see him naked at this point. Once his shirt was across my living room, I ran my nails along his skin, leaving behind angry red lines.
His eyes blazed with lust and I knew I was turning him on.
Perfect.
He growled in my ear before he unzipped my dress, rolling it down slightly until my chest was on full display. Without hesitation, he took my breasts into his hands, kneading them roughly until my nipples were so hard, they could probably cut diamond.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, he leaned down and took one of them into his mouth, sucking on it.
As my mind went numb with pleasure, he unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. I didn’t get a chance to see it, but I had a pretty good sense that it was considerably above average.
I tried to sneak my hand down and cop a feel, but he slapped my hand away before pinning it above my head. “You’re mine.” He growled before biting the side of my neck.
With his free hand, he pulled my thong to the side. I thought he was going to plunge into me right then and there, but instead, he continued to toy with me, one of his fingers running along my soaked little pussy.
I moaned, thrusting my hips into the air, craving his touch.
He gave me exactly what I wanted, his finger slipping inside me, hooking this way and that until I had my head tilted back in ecstasy.
“Don’t tease me like this…” I panted.
He tightened his grip on my wrists, maintaining complete control over me.
God, I loved it.
He added another finger, pumping the two of them fast and hard, my juices sloshing in and out of me, forming a puddle underneath. I would definitely need to power wash this couch if I ever wanted to get the security deposit back on this apartment.
But I didn’t have time to worry about such trifle matters as he took his fingers out of me and aligned his cock with my hole.
He locked eyes with me before thrusting forward as hard as he could. I screamed in pleasure, my whole body tensing as his massive member filled every inch of me. My toes curled. My pussy quivered, tightening around him, threatening to milk him for every last drop he had.
With a grunt, he started to fuck me – hard.
The couch started to creak with his efforts, but that didn’t stop him. He just went faster and I loved it. I begged for it.
Soon, it was too much for me to handle. His every touch, his every thrust, every last inch of him was driving me completely insane. I tried to hold back, to make the moment last forever, but he was just too good.
With pleasure washing over every part of my body, I screamed his name, climaxing for the first time that night… or well… morning at that point.
The sun was already shining through the curtains as Zach continued his relentless assault, going harder and harder and harder. He had the stamina of a porn star and by the looks of things, he was going to keep at it for a long, long time.
Not that I minded.
Hell, he could fuck me all day long if he wanted to. I wasn’t about to complain when things felt this good.
Chapter 6
ZACH
When I woke up, it took me a second to realize where I was. The bed I was lying in wasn’t my own. The covers were strangely purple in color when mine were usually black satin.
It was only when I started to move that I felt someone next to me. I turned my head slightly, a full head of blonde hair tickling my nose for a second. A scent of cherry blossoms wafted up to my nostrils and I smiled, pulling Brooke a little bit closer.
Our night together replayed in my mind. She had been good. No, good didn’t even come close to describing it. She had been amazing. Breathtaking. Stunning. No wonder I had gone a little overboard. She was no doubt going to be walking funny for days. Okay, maybe I’m tooting my own horn just a little bit, but I did fuck her good.
It took some effort for me to let her go, but I still had a job to do. I found my clothes scattered around the apartment. I put them on, smoothing away any of the wrinkles before I put on my bow tie in front of the mirror.
“You know, usually bowties look so stupid, but somehow, you manage to pull it off. Even make it seem sexy.” Brooke appeared behind me, helping me finish off my look by making sure the bowtie wasn’t crooked. She then wrapped her arms around me, kissing my neck. “Were you going to leave without saying goodbye? And then you say you’re not James Bond…”
I turned to face her. “The high stakes poker game starts in an hour.”
“Did we sleep through the whole day?”
“And night.” I grinned slightly. “It was one hell of a time.”
“You can say that again.” Brooke walked into the living room, grabbing her dress which was strewn across the coffee table. She started to put it on before I stopped her.
“You can’t go this time.”
“Why the hell not?”
“It’s too dangerous. Ace has his eye on you and if you were to come, he’s not going to let me leave with you again.”
She walked up to me, resting her hand on my chest. “Zach. After what you did last night, I trust you with my life. I know nothing will happen to me as long as you’re by my side.”
“I got lucky that time, but luck runs out and I can’t let you get hurt.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Tell me the truth. What’s the real reason you’re going after this guy?”
“It’s my job.”
“It’s more than that. You might fool everyone else with your cool expression, but I can see right through it.”
I looked into her eyes, wondering how much I should tell her.
“He did something to you and now you’re trying to get revenge, aren’t you?”
She was good. I was starting to wonder if she wasn’t an agent herself.
“Fine, you got me. Five years ago, his men killed my sister, thinking she was someone else. They desecrated her body and left her in the river. I couldn’t even give her a proper funeral because the coroners had no hope of reconstructing her face. She always said she didn’t want to be cremated, but that was my only choice after what he did to her. I don’t even want to imagine what she had to go through… he must’ve known she wasn’t his girlfriend when he found her and yet, he killed her…” My voice started to shake, my hands clenching into fists. “So, I have to get this man behind bars before he does that to someone else’s sister… daughter… mother.”
Brooke was quiet for a moment before she grabbed my hand in hers. “So, let me help you.”
***
Despite all my protests, Brooke was still on the back of my motorcycle, riding toward the poker parlor. I had to give it to her, she was one brave girl.
Hopefully, my plan would work. Just in case, I grabbed a gun and tucked it into my jacket. My squad was only a few streets over ready to crash the party at the first sign of trouble but you could never be too careful, especially with a beautiful woman by your side.
I parked in the same spot and once again brandished an ace of spades. The guard seemed to recognize me because he practically growled, his teeth bared like a dog.
Inside, the parlor was filled with a lot more people than the previous night. Men in tailored suits. Women in fur boas and glittering jewelry on their fingers. Ace was smart. If he wanted to kill me, doing it here, in front of this many people, would definitely send a message.
Luckily, he wasn’t the o
nly one with a few tricks up his sleeve. Pun intended.
“Ah, Zach, I’m glad you could make it. And I see you’ve brought along the lovely pianist.” He leaned down to kiss her hand. I had to do everything in my power to keep my composure. The last time we were here I didn’t really think much about him kissing her. It was all part of the act. But now, a flare of jealousy surged through my body.
Was I starting to get attached to this woman?
I sure as hell hope not. Such a thing was never good. Made you vulnerable. Made you weak.
And yet, deep down, anytime I thought of her beautiful brown eyes, my heart beat just a little faster.
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