Chapter 7
Alex
Icross my arms in front of my chest, and his gaze catches on my breasts. A thrill zings through me, and I swallow it down. He’s somehow even taller, even more imposing than I remember him. “Leon… You’re the owner of this place?” I look around the room, acting unimpressed, hoping to avoid his gaze.
“What, you don’t like it?”
“I’ve seen better.” I glance back at him, only to be met with that smirk of his. The one I thought about late at night, when my hands found their way into my panties.
“Really? Is that why you were here every night for the past four nights?” His expression changes as soon as the words exit his mouth, but it’s too late. He spoke too much.
I inhale a confident breath, desperate to get back in command. “Keeping tabs on me?”
“It’s my job,” he grits out, but my face has already formed into a smile.
I pat a finger on my chin. “I thought you were the owner. Have I misheard you being a security guy?”
“I’ve had staffing issues… and I had to do some surveillance myself.”
We both know it’s bullshit. My lips turn up even higher, and he looks almost nervous. Before I know it, he places a hand on my upper arm and leads me toward the bar. The sudden movement against my will makes chills creep up my spine.
“A cranberry vodka and a rakia,” he says to the bartender, and the unease eases. Leon’s not him.
Not that I know Leon, but he’s not him. This has been beyond reckless, hooking up with someone when I’m pretty much forced to be here.
He’s the freaking owner of the place. I’ve been coming here for days, trying to find some intel on where Sophie could be, and I’ve learned jack shit.
Leon might know something, but he’s also the most dangerous person to ask.
If he figures out I’m up to something, he might think I’m involved with something shady and one thing casino guys don’t like is shady shit. And cheating.
The bartender places our drinks in front of us, and I take a long sip of it, hoping to find some courage.
“You’re the real deal, aren’t you? A professional poker player?” he asks.
I huff out a breath. “I’m nowhere close to being a professional.”
“Well, Johnny seems to think you could be.”
“I guess we’ll never know.” I shrug again, trying to play it off.
“Why not?”
“Sorry, am I being detained by the casino police? And forced to take part in this interrogation?” I bite out, done with the conversation.
Being a poker player was a dream, once. One that can never become true. No, the best I can do is to be a shadow, moving from place to place, leaving as soon as people start whispering about me.
Leon lifts his hands in surrender. “You’re right. None of my business. Let’s just enjoy our drink.”
He taps his glass to mine, and I take a sip, a silent agreement to his words.
I’m the one to break the silence. “If I knew I’d run into you, I would’ve brought your jacket.”
He chuckles under his breath. “It’s okay. Keep it.”
“It’s an expensive jacket.”
“I can afford it.” His eyes trail the place. He probably also owns the entire franchise of Petrovic casinos.
“How lucky you must be.”
Once again, his low chuckle rumbles in my ears. “Judging by the amount of money you’ve cashed in the few days here, I’d hardly say you’re strapped for cash.”
He’s right. Money is not a problem for me. Safety is. “I guess you’re right. Next drink’s on me, then.”
He flashes me a smile, motioning to the bartender to bring us another round. “You’re from Vegas?”
I almost choke on a sip of my drink. “Sort of.” It’s a lame answer, but it’s the best I can say without revealing too much information.
He studies me for a second, and my breath catches in my throat. “What brings you to our humble city?”
“Family.” Though vague, at least this answer is accurate.
His lips turn up into a smirk, showing me my terse answers aren’t fooling him.
“What about you, Mr. Petrovi?? Where are you from?”
“Born and raised here. But my family is Croatian.”
“Croatia? Must be beautiful.”
“It is. You should take the money you’ve won and treat yourself to a vacation there.”
He winks, but my smile is fake. Traveling outside of the country is not something that is within my reach.
Getting a fake driver’s license is much easier than getting a fake passport.
I lean back on the stool and take a swig of my drink.
His gaze catches on the spot where my lips wrap around the straw.
“Stalking me, huh?” I tease.
“Like I said, just doing my job.” His thick fingers grab the shot glass, and I’m mesmerized with the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downs it. Since when have I found throats attractive?
I lick my suddenly dry lips, making a split-second decision of poking the bear. “You must have hated watching me, night after night.” My chest leans forward in a way I know makes my breasts pop out.
Once again, he studies me before flashing me his teeth. This time, he’s the one to lean forward, his breath caressing the skin beneath my ear. “Want to know the truth? I’ve jerked my cock into my fist watching you on my security feed, while remembering the nice night we shared.”
I let out a gasp, my nipples tightening into pebbled peaks underneath my dress. He notices immediately and shakes his head while licking his lips. My cheeks heat, but a warm ache settles between my thighs.
He lifts from his chair and drops a hundred on the bar. He’s an owner, meaning he’s not obligated to pay, but he still tips the staff. Already on his way out, he turns toward me. “We’re leaving.”
The command in his voice almost makes me whimper, but I’m not sure what’s going on. “What makes you think I’ll leave with you?”
“Maybe the way your body reacted to a single sentence I’ve told you.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, his foot tapping with impatience.
“My body is not the one in charge.”
“Make it a wild guess, then.” He turns away from me, and the sight of his retreating form makes panic rise in my throat.
He’s right. I want to leave with him. I desperately want to leave with him. My legs eat up the space between us, and he presses a hand to my lower back, not sparing me a glance.
I must be out of my damn mind.
The ride to his place passes in a blur. His masculine scent invades my nostrils, intoxicating me more than the vodka I’ve had.
Persephone greets us at the door, her little tail wagging with all her might. Of course, I give her some cuddles, and Leon watches us in shock once again.
“What?” I ask while the dog pants under my touch.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Should I give you some privacy?”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of your dog.”
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t prefer those nails digging into my back.”
“Too bad, because I prefer this right here.”
He lowers to a squat, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
I let out a loud squeal. “Put me down!”
“Sure thing,” he responds, dropping me on his bed. I bounce off it, my fingers digging into the Egyptian cotton of his sheets.
He drops his jacket from his shoulders, his white shirt straining with the width of his muscles. Slowly, he unbuttons his shirt, and I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation.
My tongue pokes out at the sight of his broad shoulders and defined pecs, covered in inked quotes and symbolic images. A man as rich as he is should never be this hot. That is probably a law of nature he’s breaking. He slips his shoes off and unbuttons his pants before climbing over me.
“This.” He tips my chin up with his finger. “This is what I was imagining pumping into my fist like a horny schoolboy. These sinful lips.” His thumb brushes over my lips and slips inside my mouth.
I suck on it as hard as I can before teasing it with my tongue, making him growl.
His other hand travels over my face, my collarbone and stops on the swell of my breasts. “These fucking tits,” he almost whispers, pulling my dress down to set them free. “I barely had a chance to touch them last time.” His mouth lowers to an aching nipple, wrapping itself around it.
“Fuckkkk…” I breathe out. He circles the pebbled nub with his tongue before nipping it with his teeth and repeats the process on the other one.
His hands travel lower, finding purchase on my hips. “This fucking body, made to be fucked by me.” A breath hitches in my throat.
“The dress. Take it off,” I pant.
“Patience, sweetheart. I thought your brain was in charge.”
I bare my teeth at him, practically growling, and a laugh rumbles out of him.
My mouth opens to protest more, but he shuts me up with his lips.
They’re rough and demanding, and they almost make me forget what I was complaining about.
But when his fingers find the zipper on my side, I remember.
I have way too many clothes on. He lowers the zipper down to my hip, making my skin prickle.
He starts peeling the dress off my body, but it’s a tight fit.
I guess he deems it too slow because the next thing I hear is the sound of fabric ripping.
I let out a gasp. “That was one of my favorite dresses!”
His mouth follows the path of my naked skin, and he nips my hip with his teeth. “I’ll get you a new one.”
He spreads my legs, kissing the inner side of my thigh, and I realize his intention. Not this time. I’m going to win this time.
I pull him up by his hair, planting my lips on his.
My tongue finds the inside of his mouth and works in tandem with his until I’m sure he’s forgotten all about his plans.
Once he’s fully focused on the kiss, his cock poking my thigh from the inside of his pants, I use the fact that he’s distracted to flip him over on his back.
He’s surprised for a second, but I don’t doubt he could have resisted my attempt with only a fraction of his strength.
“Got somewhere you need to be?”
I kneel between his legs, glancing right up at him. “I need this cock inside my mouth.”
He hisses as I pull the aforementioned cock from his pants and grip it roughly with my hand. It’s bigger than I remember. It’s thick and smooth with angry veins bulging out. My mouth waters. I lower to land a long, languid lick to his shaft, and he rubs a hand over his face.
“Shiiiit…” he mutters, making me smile.
I repeat the same thing, licking him from root to tip, then swirl my tongue around the most sensitive spot. I suck in only the smallest amount of flesh, and his abs contract. His hands find their way into my hair, holding me almost desperately. He releases a whimper that shoots straight to my core.
“What is it, Leon? Something you want?” I coo.
He groans. “Yeah. I want to fill that mouth.”
“Sorry, no can do.” I continue teasing him, the smile never leaving my lips. My thighs grow wetter as my pussy drips, and I squeeze them together to find some relief.
The harsh flex of his thighs is all the warning I get before he lifts my head from his cock, drops me to lie on my back and comes to stand next to the bed. “Fucking tease,” he mutters, pulling me back until my head is hanging off the bed.
The position is vulnerable, exposed. His palms wrap around the back of my neck, but my lungs don’t constrict with fear. No, liquid lust courses through my veins, simmering before reaching the boiling point.
Leon takes his pants all the way off, along with his socks. “Open wide,” he says, his voice rough like gravel.
My heart rate picks up as I do what he says. He leans forward, giving me a view of his rock-hard, precum-dripping cock before placing it on my tongue. His taste invades my senses, and I let out a moan.
“That’s it. I need you to make it nice and wet, so I can fuck your mouth the way I want to.” Another moan escapes me as I swirl my tongue around him. “Pinch my leg if you need me to stop.”
I nod, but he slips his cock deeper into my mouth, deep enough to hit the back of my throat. I gag, my chest struggling to breathe, but his hand on my head is soft, caressing.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in that sassy mouth.”
His words trickle over me like honey, spurring me on. Taking a deep breath, I try to relax my throat. He enters my mouth again. Electricity buzzes through me as I feel how hard he is. He’s so deep that he cuts off my oxygen supply, but the feeling is heady.
“That’s it. You’re doing so fucking well.”
I hum, his words shooting straight to my core.
He starts pumping into my mouth with rhythmic thrusts. The pressure in my clit turns uncomfortable, so my hand finds its way to it.
“Yeah, touch yourself while I fuck that mouth.”
My pussy is soaking wet, and my fingers slide over it easily. Leon’s hands drop to my chest, grabbing my tits, before twirling my nipples between his fingers. My back arches off the bed.
“F-f-f….” I mutter around his cock.
I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the dirty sex and the filth, and being reduced to my basest instincts.
I’ve missed being led by my clit, focused only on giving and receiving pleasure.
Instead of focusing on surviving. I should probably be scared.
This is a man I barely know. A man much stronger and larger than me.
But as his cock slips in and out of my mouth, while he flicks my nipples and I rub my clit, ecstasy is the only thing I can find.
His cock hits the back of my throat, my nipples send a delicious rush of pain through me, my brain short-circuits, and I lose the bet. Again.