Gambling For The Virgin: A Dark Billionaire Romance

by Dark Angel

  She's a caged animal. And I'm a sick fucker because that gets my cock rock hard.

  This is the best I can hope for—Lucy will never want me because of me, she's going to enjoy me despite herself. It turns my stomach to be such a pig, but I push that down just like I push down every fiery crackle inside me until my soul is cinder and ash.

  Lucy is fidgeting and can’t find out where to sit or how to be. Getting up from the sofa, avoiding the elegant wingback chair (perhaps she rightly assumes that chair is mine and it kind of touches me that she doesn’t want to sit there), and heading back to the massive bed, I watch her run her hands over the edge of the bedspread. Lucy is lost in thought. I would love to know what she's thinking.

  Though I bet I wouldn't exactly love her thoughts.

  I'm just so fucking fascinated with her.

  I want to see those long legs slung over the bed and I want to be between them.

  Lucy bounces up and heads toward the bathroom mirror. I watch her and she's looking at herself in the mirror. Her jaw is going slack, her eyes are more hooded now. She's looking at herself with scrutiny, and there's an unmistakable fog of lust in her eyes. Her fingers tuck under her blouse and she pulls it up over her head. The cups of her silky, lacy lingerie are promising the creamy peachy flesh beneath to me.

  I grip my cock over my trousers. Fuck.

  She unzips the skirt and the panties she's wearing, fuck. They have a little butterfly over her pretty pussy and the ass is sheer with a peekaboo hole peeping over the top of her ass with a ribbon. Fuck. This is not slutty lingerie. The outfit, the lingerie, she's got a sophisticated taste for what is sexy and it's my goddamn undoing. I could have any skank out there, and even though Lucy thinks skank is what I like, she put this on to come and offer up her virginity.

  Her hands are smoothing over her body, appraising every sensual inch of her. The sight of her hands gliding over her perfect body is so fucking sexy. But she gives her body disapproving looks. Her eyes go down her long legs and she steps out of her heels. She looks away from the mirror, her sexy lips frowning with her mouth downturned in a pout. Lucy hightails away from the bathroom and rushes to the bed, crawling under the covers. She's shivering, but I suspect that these tears have more to do with her suffering than any temperature. I can't have this. I have to go to her now.

  I flick off all the cameras and rush out from the panel, not caring if my exit is less than conspicuous. She's not up to anything and I've taken care of everything. I don't want Lucy crying. The tears streaking her cheeks, her knees pulled against her chest, her head resting there. Fuck. I can't have that. I want to make her feel better, even though I know that I'm why she feels this way.

  Fuck, that stab makes me want to go step out of the elevator and just let her be up there, all alone, all night. I could be alone around all the people in my casino. I could ... but I told her I would be up there and if I don't come up there soon, that's just more time for her to fear my arrival. What if I try to be kind and leave her alone all night, and the anticipation just destroys her?

  That’s definitely a possibility … and there’s the fact that if I don’t put my hands on her soon, I’ll lose my own goddamn mind with a very different kind of anticipation bubbling inside of me.

  So I keep going, allowing the elevator ride to bring the surge to my stomach that the spiced rum I like to drink would do for me. I want to taste her, and not the burn of alcohol right now. I don't think I want another drink ever again. I don't want the haze that it keeps me in. I want to be clear-headed.

  I'm destroying Lucy's life, sure, but I don't want to be some drunk asshole doing it. I can at least be a sober one.

  Zander appears when the elevator opens on a floor just before my level. "Sir, there's an issue--"

  "I can handle it in the morning," I cut him off. I want to get to Lucy now, there's unlikely to really be something so goddamn pressing that it can't wait.

  "Well," Zander swallows. "Your wife," he says in a lowered voice, and pauses. "The morning, yes. I'll take care of it from here." There's something that passes over his eyes. Zander is the one who's been watching Tara's descent. If he wants to get caught up with her, that's a hell of a move. I don't fuck her. Not after what she tried to do to me. I don't care if anyone else fucks her. But I'm not sure if he knows that, and yet here he is, quite possibly taking that risk. Damn. Well, he said he was going to take care of it. That's a problem for later.

  I walk past Zander and he waits a beat and comes after me. "Luke Gravos. He's going to be a problem tomorrow, too."

  I turn on my heel and look at Zander. I see the frustration on his face. I don't blame him. "And how do you know that?"

  "Seems before you'd made your decision about Tommy, well, he'd made one too. So he's going to be more interested than you'd like. I'm on it," Zander says, straightening his jacket. I get it. He's gotta tell me, but he doesn't want to be in the position of delivering shitty news. But he's gotta let me know.

  I nod and start to walk away. I don't look back to his face when I deliver the next line. "If you're fucking Tara, that's your problem. If you wanna go there, that's your mistake to make. I won't be chopping your dick off or anything, though."

  I don't have to look. I knew when I saw that face that he was planning to do something more than just make sure Tara didn't cause more problems. When he took an interest in her, I could see this shit coming from a mile away. That's his bed of snakes to lie in, I've got shit to do. Luke fucking Gravos better not do a goddamn thing to Tommy or demand way more than he's worth for any of this. That said if it's written all over my face that I'm all wrapped up in Tommy's sister, that's the kind of shit Gravos would use. Fuck all this shit. She's up there in tears and I just want to make them go away. If I really cared about her, I'd help her with everything in my reach and I’d ask for nothing in return. I wouldn't make her give me her virginity, and especially now when I know she's so fragile.

  Except, I'm cinder and ash in my soul. My heart is charred and soaked in the alcohol I drown every day in. I'm not about to do anything out of the kindness of my heart. Really, I'm not so different from Luke Gravos. He's just trashy no matter how nice his suit is. He'll be biker trash no matter how many legitimate and illegitimate businesses drown him in cash. I just happen to be able to get my riches in legal ways and I don't fuck skanks. Not anymore. Not ever again.

  But my cock? About to be buried in heaven while I drag dear Lucy right down to hell.

  Goodness of my heart. Is that some kind of joke that my brain even considers that? I never do anything without getting something in return. Several somethings. I manipulate and deal my way into everything I want.

  6

  Gian

  I'm at the door and I step in, taking care not to bust in and scare her half to death, but I wouldn't exactly knock on my own door, would I?

  "Mr. Sandoval," Lucy says, hastily wiping her eyes on the back of her hands and then pulling the sheets up over her body.

  "Giancarlo," I tell her. She doesn't need to call me Mister. Though it does sound fucking sexy rolling off her cherry lips. But what wouldn't? "Come over here and let me see that gorgeous body," I say, licking my lower lip as she steps up.

  Her hands are shaky and she wants to cover herself.

  I capture her wrists. I’m not going to just take her. I’ll make her want me. It won’t be hard, because she’s afraid about what’s to come, but I also arouse her. I saw that behind the hate in her eyes before, and I can see it in the fear in her eyes now.

  "You're not gonna cover yourself in front of me, ever, Lucy," I say. That’s just the way it's going to have to be. I can’t have her hiding herself from me. I have to have her beautiful body open for me. I want her to want it to be open for me.

  She shivers when I say her name, so slightly, and then looks down at her own body. "I ... I just don't feel comfortable in this." I listen to her tentative words. I want her to talk instead of being frozen in fear. It doesn’t matter what she talk
s about as long as she speaks instead of shivers. Anything is better than seeing her fall apart like she was, crying in my bed earlier.

  I suck in a breath. But this is what I chose to talk to her about and I can’t avoid this. I don’t want to. I need to see the fragile parts of her. Lucy doesn’t know that wanting her makes me vulnerable in a way that I never am. "How do you feel?" I know that I should be getting to the part where I fuck her, because I'm going to fuck her. Despite myself, though, I want her to talk. I want to know what she's thinking. I can't have her sad like she was earlier. I don’t want to fuck a sad Lucy; I want to bury myself inside a woman who's beautifully bare before me and knows that she wants me in her body.

  Lucy licks her lips and parts them slowly before she finally answers. ”Stupid." She admits the truth about how she feels.

  I can tell by the way she tears the word from her lips that she's telling the truth, which I can appreciate. But Lucy’s dead wrong. "What you did for your brother is brave," I say, wanting her to know the truth. I don’t want her to be frightened, but I'm practically growling with the raw power building inside me at the need to let her know that she’s not some stupid girl. I want to defend her, from herself it seems. I don't know why I react so strongly to Lucy. But I can't let her think this. "Not stupid."

  Lucy leans closer to me, still in my hold, but her eyes are cast downward. Her body wants to be closer to me, but her mind is still so fragile. Still, she’s not closing up and she’s talking to me. “No." Lucy shakes her head. "I feel stupid because I look ridiculous. I tried to pick something sexy but --"

  I can't let her finish that sentence; I'm so shocked by it. "You don't look stupid." I force myself to stay still. I want her to hear my words and know that I mean them. Not touching her more, but keeping my hands over her has its own kind of power, and that’s the kind of power I need for my words to hit home for her. "You're so damn sexy and you don't even know it. You figure I fuck all sorts of skanks who throw themselves at me all the time?" I run my thumbs over the soft skin of the underside of her wrists.

  I see her breath catch in her throat. Lucy is afraid of me, afraid of what's happening, what's going to happen. But she can feel the bolts of electricity connecting us now. Her body responds to mine the way mine does to hers.

  "Well ... yeah ..." she runs her teeth over her lower lip, "but I don't know how to be that."

  "Skanky?" I laugh. "Yeah, that's clear."

  "I know..." she says, looking down, her cheeks heating with embarrassment.

  "I didn't mean that as an insult. Quite the opposite." I press my forehead against hers, and then lean back to kiss it. "Because you look goddamn beautiful. You're the most sensual woman I've ever seen. You have no idea how beautiful you are. Never feel any less than that. And for the love of all that is good in this world, don't wish to be a skank. You're more than that, Lucy. There's no one like you."

  Something passes between us. She lets herself lean a little closer to me now and lets her eyes follow. Even as little as it is, she's closing some of the space between us. Lucy feels whatever this is happening now, and she’s letting herself feel it now. That’s the drop of desire that turns the entire tide of the ocean between us.

  The shift between us drives me to release her wrists. I run my fingers up her arms, watching her skin react to me.

  She's swallowing. Her eyes are widening.

  "I want to kiss you, Lucy," I tell her and crook a finger under her chin. I tilt her face to look at mine. Those wide hazel eyes look up at me, and I don't see her fear. I see that beautiful hope lighting up her wide eyes. It fucking destroys me. I know I'm no good for her. I'm the end of all things good in her life, in her. But I can't resist. I need her.

  "I..." Lucy's voice trails off. "I thought you'd just..."

  "Rape you?" I say, my voice dripping with anger despite my attempts to keep it at bay. Lucy has every reason to think that. She doesn't know me. "I don't want to take what you're offering, I want you to give it to me." It's a lie on my part. I do want to take it. But not the way she's thinking. I want to drown in Lucy, pelt myself to death with her pleasure and make her collapse in ecstasy. I want her to be spent and exhausted when we're done. I want to wrap her in my arms tonight and forget about everything I have to deal with tomorrow. That's the truth. I can't tell her that I'm so goddamn pathetic.

  "I didn't think it was going to be about me at all," she says and sucks in her lips. "I didn't know you'd want to kiss me," Lucy says and looks back up into my eyes. "I want to kiss you, too, Gian," she says, and presses her face closer to mine, closing her eyes and parting her lips. The 'zhuh' in how she shortens my name. The way those wet cherry lips look parting for me.

  I can't keep the animal within me at bay. I'm not gentle. I kiss her, holding her face to mine, and my tongue has her, has her mouth. I'm claiming her, taking her; I'm taking everything. The passion between us makes my cock jab into her stomach with need. I'm practically trembling with how much I need her. I'm aching for her. The current between us is a live wire. Her mouth tastes like vanilla heat, the warmth of summer, and the soul of something eternally good. I don't release her, I breathe through her. I breathe her in. I need her. I'm kissing her deep and tasting everything good in her soul. Everything wicked in mine is teasing her, touching her, claiming her. I'm covering her in my wickedness.

  Lucy moans into my mouth and I can't take it anymore.

  I wrap my arms around her body and hold her close to me. I run a hand to the small of her back and feel her soft skin. She's untouched, so innocent, and I have her all to myself. That moan fucking destroys me.

  Lucy breaks the kiss and gasps for air. Her eyes are wild when she looks at me. "I've never… no one has ever kissed me like that before. I'm dizzy," Lucy says, grinning. I don't know if she knows she's smiling. Her voice is confused but her face says it all.

  I like you, too, baby girl. This is just the beginning.

  "We've barely even started. I'm going to kiss your pussy even better, and you'll be more than dizzy." I can't help myself. I stalk toward her and close the space between us. She has to lie down on the bed. I part her legs with my knees and lower myself until my face is right next to the fabric of her lacy butterfly.

  Lucy gasps. "Oh God," she says so quietly.

  In a minute, she'll be saying my name again, if she can form words. I'm going to eat her pussy like it's the end of the world.

  7

  Lucy

  Gian is not the same man to me as Giancarlo Sandoval. I thought he was a man who was there to destroy me. He's kinder, gentler, than I thought. But he's not actually kind and gentle. He's raggedly passionate. Gian is a fire that'll consume every inch of me.

  The scary part isn't that anymore. I knew the man was danger. I feared him.

  The part that frightens me is that despite knowing all of this, when he touched me, everything changed. When he kissed me, he sealed my fate. How was I ever going to breathe again after how he made me feel? My nipples burn to be touched, my pussy throbs with need, and I'm trembling. Right now, his mouth is breathing over my pussy in the lacy panties I wore to impress him.

  He approves.

  And soon, he devours.

  I'd never kissed a man before him, but I wager that the way he kissed me was in no way at all what I could expect in just any kiss.

  That's impossible.

  That's improbable.

  I inhale and hold my breath. Dear God, his mouth on my aching sex is enough to make me tremble, and he's only just now tucking his thumbs into the sides of these panties.

  Gian's eyes meet mine. Pulling the panties down my thighs, his eyes never leave me.

  I angle my toes down for him and exhale that breath I was holding, a rush of adrenaline shooting through my body. Oh, God, this is really happening. Twenty-four hours ago, I was a virgin. Tonight, he's going to taste me before he takes me, and that's my undoing. He's not the monster I thought he was ... but he's the monster who decided to claim me. And I let him.
I'm going to let him.

  He stoked something within me, some flame inside me that I didn't know was burning before, and now is burning bright enough to scorch everything else out in the flames.

  Gian has the power to keep my brother safe. He's actually doing it. So my plan worked—despite the hitch where I belong to this man. Oh God does that mean he's going to marry me?

  I look back into his eyes and see a downright bemused look.

  "You can stop that train of thought now or I can stop it for you," Gian says, leaning forward so I feel the heat from his mouth on my now bared pussy.

  "What?" I say stupidly. I'm lost in thought one second, and now he's offering me a choice.

  His tongue slides down the folds of my pussy.

  A false choice.

  Everything evaporates from my mind and my body glistens from his touch. I'm covered in sweat and my pussy is wet for him—not just from his tongue’s own dampness, but my increasing wetness from arousal at his touch. Gian licks, flicks, kisses, and sucks every inch of my most intimate parts. I gather the bedspread in my hands, crumpling massive wads into my hands as I cry out at the sensation. An enormous pressure builds inside of me and I have to actually try to breathe. I'm moaning, low, needy, insistent. I lean forward and bring my hands to his hair, tentatively. I want to tangle my fingers in his dark hair and rub my pussy on his stubbled face. That’s a new kind of urging from inside me that I’ve never known before, but the way that my pussy is aching, it feels like the only thing I can handle right now is more of him. That’s what causes the ache, what will solve it, and everything I need. The softness of his lips, the firm wetness of his tongue, and the tickling feel of his stubble all together burn that flame inside me so strong that threatens to consume me. I relent to my desire, no matter how strange it is to me, and bring my hands to his face. My legs shake and I lift them to rest them on his shoulders. My hands are pressing Gian’s face to me where it feels best, I let my head fall back. One of his hands reaches up inside the flimsy, wireless cup of the bra of my lingerie and captures my breast. The fireflies of sensation that travel from my clit to my nipple and back cause me to gasp. Groans erupt from my lips. I suck in one breath only to push another out, and everything makes my pussy flutter. The intensity building up inside of me keeps going until it's something more.