by Sienna Snow
“I have no doubt that you’ll try,” he responded, not caring that Denise could hear everything we were saying. ”Just remember I’m the one in control.”
“Whatever. I can take care of it without your help,” I said to Sebastian while smiling at Denise as she set my drink and a fruit-and-cheese plate in front of me.
“But you won’t.” He took his plate and drink, setting them on the desk.
I picked up a grape to pop into my mouth. “And why not?”
He turned his dark, almost black gaze toward me. The intensity of it had butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “Because the reward will be worth at least ten of them.”
“Oh.” I bit into the sweet fruit. “So, this is a type of game?”
“Something like that. I promise you won’t regret it.”
I knew I wasn’t going to get what I wanted no matter how much my body needed relief.
“Fine. I’ll wait.”
Sebastian smirked. “You do that. In the meantime, why don’t you read the book Lilly packed? I’m sure you’ll find it fascinating reading material.”
Was that humor I heard in his tone? I’d get my revenge, orgasms or not.
I grabbed the book Lilly had picked for me and nearly groaned. It was a copy of the Kama Sutra with pictures and detailed descriptions. I clenched my teeth.
Best friend or not, the woman was a menace.
Good thing I adored her.
Chapter Fifteen
Isa
“Isa. It’s time to wake up.”
“No,” I moaned and rolled over. “I need a few more hours of sleep.”
Sebastian chuckled. “You’ve slept for seven hours. It’s time to get ready.”
That’s when I realized I was lying on a bed under luxurious covers that felt like the softest and highest thread-count cotton available against my skin.
My eyes snapped open. Sebastian leaned over me. He was bare-chested and his jaw was shadowed by a dark growth of beard, giving him a rakish look. His hair was wet, telling me he’d showered.
I peeked over his shoulder and took in the opulent room. It was decorated in soft neutral tones. So this was the private cabin. I’d flown on private jets before but none with a bedroom or shower. Then again, I’d only flown around Europe, where everything was within a few hours’ flight, and one trip to see Ana in Las Vegas. But that had been on a commercial flight under an assumed name with a passport Ana had arranged for me.
“How did I get in here? The last thing I remember was watching one of the Ocean’s movies.”
I vaguely remembered curling into him when the plane hit some turbulence and then falling back asleep. I guessed it wasn’t turbulence—it was Sebastian bringing me in here.
He shook his head. “You are one hard sleeper. You barely stirred when I undressed you and put you to bed.”
At that moment, the sheets covering me slipped, revealing my naked body.
“Naked? Really?”
He lifted a brow. “I sleep naked. Therefore, you sleep naked.”
His gaze shifted to my breasts, and my nipples immediately pebbled.
“Did you give me an orgasm while you were at it?” I frowned at him. “I think I would have woken up if it was ten.”
“Still not over it, are you?”
“You’re not the one with a case of lady blue balls.”
He picked up my hand and set it over his erection, the one I hadn’t noticed until now.
“You’ve had me in this state since I met you at the club. It doesn’t matter how many times I come deep in your cunt. It’ll never be enough.”
Instead of climbing off the bed, I straddled his lap, letting the lips of my sex cradle his cock. Just like I had during our wedding night.
“We’re not having sex, no matter how tempting you are,” Sebastian said even as his hands cupped my ass and rubbed my pussy against his cock, coating it in my arousal.
I kissed his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent, and then nipped his skin with my teeth.
“I don’t want to have sex.” I pushed him onto his back. “Well, not the way you’re thinking.”
He relaxed back onto the bed, tucking his arms behind his head.
“Be my guest. If you’d rather I come in your mouth than your pussy, who am I to argue?”
Sliding off his body, I grabbed his thick cock, fisting the base. Damn, his dick was amazing. How he fucked me without tearing me in half was a wonder. But then again, he always had me so ready for him. The slight discomfort was well worth the pleasure.
“Are you going to stare at it or do something with it?”
Sebastian’s question snapped me out of my thoughts and I squeezed him from root to tip and back down. Precum dripped from the slit on the bulbous head of his erection. My mouth watered for a taste of him, but instead of giving in to my desire, I licked the thick vein underneath.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
I smiled and continued my exploration before I took him fully into my mouth, going so deep that he hit the back of my throat. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to hold off the gag reflex.
As if my discomfort aroused Sebastian more, his cock seemed to grow harder and thicker. With each downward movement, it became easier to take him. When his hand fisted in my hair to aid the movement of my mouth, I knew his orgasm was upon him.
I released him with a pop, pulling free of his hold, and walked to the bathroom, ignoring the sting of my lips and the wetness pooling between my thighs.
“Isa.” Sebastian’s growl was feral.
“As you said, I have the power. Especially when your dick is in my mouth. Now you get to suffer the same way I am.”
Sebastian
“Don’t be mad. You know you deserved it,” Isa said as she took the steps leading onto the tarmac of McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas.
The temperature was cool and dry, a sharp contrast to the last time I’d been here. It was years ago, when I’d attended the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. It hadn’t been my family’s first choice of schools for me to attend, but then again, they had no idea I was a fresh recruit into the lower ranks of Interpol, and one of their best training facilities was in Nevada.
“I’m not mad.”
“Sure, you aren’t.” Isa smirked, and for the first time since we landed, took in the mountains and buildings near us.
She turned to me, her eyes bright with excitement. “We’re in Vegas.”
Her joy cooled the irritation I’d felt since she’d walked away a few seconds before I blew my load down her throat.
“You need to remember. While we’re here, we are Sebastian and Isa Kohl. Weber and Benz don’t exist.”
“As if I couldn’t figure out that on my own. Kohl it is, but I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
At that moment, a blacked-out Suburban pulled up and out stepped Hagen and Persephone Lykaios. Hagen with his tanned arms covered in ink and a natural scowl on his face towered over his beautiful, dark-haired, almost pixie-sized wife with her unique mixture of Greek and Indian heritage.
“Penny,” Isa shouted and ran down the remainder of the stairs, her words to me forgotten.
“Isa.”
The two women embraced and chattered, most of which I couldn’t understand as they were switching between German and English without taking a breath. I hadn’t realized Penny knew German.
Why was I surprised? She was a genius with a level of intelligence I’d only seen in one other person—her brother Adrian.
“We have to speak English here. You know the rules. Whatever country we’re in, is the language we speak,” Isa said as she took Penny’s hands.
The way Isa spoke English was unlike anything I expected—it was eloquent with a hint of a British accent. It was probably because of all the years she’d spent in the United Kingdom studying.
Penny pursed her lips. “Come on. I haven’t been to Germany since you opened your first club.”
“Rules a
re rules.” Isa shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not the one who made up the rules. You did.”
“I’m your elder. You’re supposed to let me have my way.”
“Has that line ever worked on anyone?”
Penny shrugged. “It was worth a try. Come on, let’s get you in the car.”
The women walked hand in hand to the car.
Isa wasn’t kidding when she’d said she was friends with Penny.
Hagen watched me with those eyes that had always seen too much. He’d spent most of his youth as a mob enforcer before going straight. Well, as straight as anyone in Vegas could go.
We clasped hands as I approached him, and let him pull me into a hug.
“It’s been a long time. So you married our Eloisa Wolff.”
Wolff?
Isa turned and glanced at me as she stepped into the car, humor in her gaze before returning her attention to whatever Penny was saying.
Well, that was what she’d been going to tell me. I should have figured that Isa would never let anyone know her family’s connections unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Yes, I married her. She’s a Kohl now.”
Hagen smirked. “If that’s the way we’re going to play it, I’ll go along.”
Hagen had been one of the first to figure out neither Adrian nor I were normal college students. He’d kept our secrets, never asking who we actually worked for. Though Adrian had told him when he went to work for Hagen and his brothers, I had never revealed my ties.
Nevertheless, I was positive he knew of my connection to Interpol and my family.
“How’s Adrian?” I was looking forward to seeing the man who’d been my best friend for the past ten years.
It had been a blow when he’d stepped down and severed all ties to me. But then again, he’d spent most of our friendship undercover as another man. He was CIA, and the only way to start over was to kill the life he’d lived, including all relationships. It was cleaner and safer that way.
“Keeping Ana from overdoing it. Pregnancy has made her a bit impatient to finish projects before her due date and moody when we tell her to sit down. Adrian takes the brunt of her wrath.”
The mention of Ana had me cringing inside. It was a risk bringing Isa here and having her find out I’d slept with one of her close friends, but it was a risk I was willing to take.
Being around the Lykaios and Kipos families would keep her safer than any other place I could think of. They took protecting their loved ones to a level like nothing I’d seen outside of organized families.
I’d sent word to Adrian that we needed to lay low, disappear in the world of Vegas. There were too many high-profile people here for anyone to notice two Germans.
“Is everything arranged?”
“Yes. Nothing will happen to her while you’re here. Your men arrived and are in place.”
Which meant no one would know they were around unless they wanted to be seen. They were a mixture of Weber soldiers and members of security agencies who took on jobs between assignments.
“I’ve set you up in the penthouse at Ida. It has a separate elevator system and entrance.”
“I appreciate you accommodating us.”
Hagen narrowed his gaze. “I know you helped save Ana when her assignment went south. You helped bring her home. That debt can never be repaid.”
Well, I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t going to question how he’d heard about the details of the assignment—that was information Adrian and Ana managed.
“It isn’t a debt. Ana is Adrian’s, and that’s all that mattered.”
“We’ll agree to disagree.” He turned. “Let’s get your lady settled.”
Chapter Sixteen
Isa
As we pulled up to the curved drive of the Ida Casino and Resort, I was struck by the sheer size of the place. It was like an elegant sculpture of towers and buildings designed to stand out against the light of Vegas without looking gaudy.
“It’s pretty incredible, isn’t it?” Penny asked, with a hint of pride in her voice. “You should see it from the main entrance. Then you’ll get a real feel for the place.”
The hotels and casinos of Monte Carlo and Saint Tropez were elegant and had an aura of old-world money that made you feel inadequate to enter, but this one drew you in and made you want to explore.
“I’ll take her around the hotel once we settle in,” Sebastian said, taking my hand as the door opened.
Attendants immediately approached us, pulling the bags from the back of the SUV and carting them inside the hotel.
“We will see you both for lunch tomorrow at my house,” Penny said. “Don’t keep her out too late, Sebastian.”
“I make no promises.” Sebastian stepped out first before helping me onto my feet.
I waved to Penny as the car drove away and tucked my arm into Sebastian’s. He guided me into the residential lobby, and I couldn’t help but gape at the extraordinary chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was a striking mixture of clear and reddish-gold glass and nearly took up the entire space of the ceiling.
“Holy shit.” I tilted my head back to get a better look.
“I thought you said you’ve been to Vegas before.”
“I have, but under disguise and never as a guest at the hotel. I stayed at the tower apartment Ana had before she married Adrian. We tended to avoid any place the Lykaios brothers would catch sight of us.”
“Then when did you meet them?”
“At Sunday brunch. It’s a thing they do once a month. It was a lot of fun. I beat the brothers at poker when we played. I even beat Penny, and she’s ruthless. Though I lost every time to Henna. The woman is a card shark.”
Sebastian stared at me as if I’d grown two heads.
“What?”
“You played poker against the Lykaioses?”
“Why are you so surprised? They play cards after brunch when the younger kids are napping.”
“And you beat them?”
“All of them but Henna.”
“Who taught you to play?”
“Papa. He’s a great strategist. He always said I had to think ahead and keep my cool. So that’s what I did.”
Sebastian tugged me toward him and kissed my head. “You’re one insane woman.”
“Well, yeah. I’m with you.”
Before he could retort, a tall, golden-tanned man approached us wearing the hotel uniform. “Mr. and Mrs. Kohl. I’m Eduardo, the desk manager. Welcome to the Ida Residence. Your personal elevator is over this way. If you would follow me.”
We stopped in an alcove housing a single elevator.
“Mr. Kipos programmed the code per your specific request for the elevator and penthouse. Please enjoy your stay.”
Sebastian inclined his head in thanks and then set a hand on my lower back to guide me into the elevator. When the doors closed, I studied Sebastian’s reflection in the mirrors lining the cab walls.
Damn, he was one hot man. Not just in looks, but in the way he carried himself. He had this dangerous aura that would make any woman want to get closer. It was probably what drew me to him in the first place. If only I could trust this thing between us to be more than one sided. He’d gotten me to confess my feelings, but he’d never said the words to me.
I needed the words. But then again, could I trust him if he said them?
“What?” he asked, giving me a curious look.
“I was admiring the man who belongs to me. You’re beautiful.”
His lips curved as he held my gaze. “You’re the one who’s beautiful. Those eyes that grow to a deeper shade of blue when you’re aroused, the mouth that gives a man visions of lips wrapped around his cock, and a body meant for fucking.”
He turned, grabbed hold of my waist, and backed me against the cab railing.
“Then there’s your temper. The fire of it says the passion you unleash will be all consuming and uncontrollable.”
“Baz,” I whispered and lifted my fac
e, giving in to the seduction of his words and the desire to kiss him.
Before our lips could touch, the elevator doors opened, breaking the trance we were under.
I stepped into the penthouse and gasped.
This was like nothing I’d seen before. The expanse of the place was unbelievable. The windows made up the outer walls of the space, giving views of every angle of Las Vegas and the desert surrounding it.
There was a balcony off the living room that resembled a spa retreat with flowers and plants all around, more than likely designed to give the senses a break from the hustle and bustle of the busy city below.
The kitchen was state of the art, and the furniture throughout was modern and clean, following the look of the rest of the resort.
This was no ordinary rentable penthouse. This had to be the infamous penthouse Ana said had belonged to Hagen that she’d used before she moved into her house.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Sebastian came up to me, setting a hand on my back.
“That’s an understatement.” I looked up at Sebastian. “This could rival our place in Berlin.”
“But our view is better.”
He was right. Our penthouse overlooked the river and had a calming effect on the senses. Views of the Strip could overwhelm the senses, especially for someone who spent a lot of time working in solitude.
“Very true. I like the craziness of Las Vegas for the short term, but anything longer than a week or two at a time would be too much to handle.”
“If you want a place in Vegas to visit for quick trips, I’m sure one of the Lykaioses has a property available.”
“I’m good. Besides, if I were going to buy a place from any of the Lykaioses, it would be from Henna. The woman knows real estate.”
Henna Anthony-Lykaios was Ana’s half sister and wife to Zack Lykaios. She’d been Zack’s rival when it came to property development. Then they fell in love and now they were on a mission to populate Nevada with their offspring. Rumor had it, Henna was pregnant with baby number six and it had barely been four months since she gave birth to her little girl.
