Chapter 10
Leon
Arock settles in my stomach as I trail the tear from her clear blue eye down to her soft lips. She’s obviously in shock.
Her hair is tied into a ponytail, so I can appreciate the long line of her neck. Her dress is more modest this time, but it still fits her like a glove, the dark blue fabric tracing every curve on her body. She’s ethereal, but the sight of the sadness in her eyes is excruciating.
Her expression when that man grabbed her elbow is etched into my brain. The typically cat-like eyes widened with fear. Her smartass mouth was parted, and she looked like she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. She seemed terrified.
I practically teleported there, my feet moving faster than my thoughts. In nine years of owning casinos, never have I ever grabbed a customer by the throat in the middle of the floor. Yet, I’m proud of the self-control I showed by not killing him right then and there. Dom will handle it, I know.
I’m not one for violence. Even being born into a mafia family, I prefer to outsource the bloodshed to my men.
Not tonight, though. Tonight, I wish to be the one to kill him.
My hands itch with the need to feel his life drain right in front of my eyes.
My chest, on the other hand, can’t bear leaving Alex alone when she looks like this.
She wipes the tear away with a smooth touch to her cheek and shoots me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you.” Her voice is shaky, which turns the rock in my stomach into a boulder.
“It was the least I could do.” Keeping people in this establishment safe is my responsibility.
She simply shrugs her shoulders.
Yes, the encounter must have been uncomfortable for her, but the way she froze tells me there’s more hiding underneath. We haven’t known each other long, but I know this reaction was out of character for her. I want to know why. I need to know why.
Still, I decide to give her a minute and walk to my dry bar. Rakia sloshes as I pour it into a glass, but I don’t drink it. I reach the couch and sit next to her, far enough so that our bodies don’t touch, but close enough that I feel the heat her skin radiates.
“Talk to me,” I say, bringing my hand to wrap around hers. This time, she doesn’t wince, and I revel in the warmth of her hand in mine.
With another fake-ass smile, she turns to me. “What’s there to say? He was drunk and didn’t let me leave.”
I don’t believe that it’s the complete story for a second, but the look on her face tells me that’s all I’m going to get. No matter how much I want to know, I can hardly blame her for not sharing her life story with a person she just met.
“So, this is your office?” she asks, breaking my silence. Her eyer are still watery, but her shoulders seem more relaxed, and her fists are no longer clenched.
“Yeah.”
“Quite understated,” she notes, and I bark a laugh.
“Yeah, I was going for a modest look.”
This time, her smile is genuine. The office is so lavish that it seems trashy, but it’s what people in the casino business expect. Wealth shows power, so it can’t be hidden. I much prefer my minimalist, industrially decorated office, but it’s not like I can take her there.
“This is where you spy on me?” She points to my computer screen.
“Yup. That’s the place. It’s where I stare at the surveillance camera longingly for hours, watching your every move.”
She throws her head back on a laugh. I said it as a joke, but it’s pretty much the truth.
Her eyes darken as she glances at me. “So what do you prefer?” she asks, crossing one leg over the other.
The slit of her dress opens, revealing smooth skin.
“The livestream or the real thing?” She bats her eyelashes at me, feigning innocence, but the way her lips wrap around the straw is anything but.
My dick twitches in my pants. “The real thing. Definitely the real thing.”
As if in slow motion, she places her glass onto the mahogany coffee table and lifts from the couch.
Her walk to my desk is so measured and seductive that a part of me thinks I’m imagining it.
The outline of her ass is mouthwatering, especially as it jiggles while she walks.
By the time she turns around and perches that incredible ass on my desk, I’m fully bricked up.
“You can’t be sure unless you try it out, can you?” she asks, and I’m nodding profusely.
In the back of my mind, I know she was crying just a few minutes ago. But she’s a smart, grown woman capable of deciding what she needs. If this is what she needs, I’ll gladly obey.
I stalk toward her, my drink long forgotten. She bites into her bottom lip, and I swear I see her nipples pebbling under the fabric of her dress.
Slowly and meticulously, I move each item from my desk, placing it in its designated spot.
I take off my jacket, fold it neatly on the chair and roll my sleeves up.
I’m a control freak who likes things being in their place, but that’s not why I do it.
No, it’s because I want the tension to eat her alive.
From the sound of her shortened breaths, I’d say I’m doing a good job.
I approach her, the palms of my hands trailing over her covered thighs. I study her eyes, searching for any remaining signs of her shock, but instead of the mist that was there before, her pupils are now blown wide, her eyes swimming with lust.
My lips brush over hers, and she sucks in a breath.
It’s enough for me to slip my hand behind her head and reward her with a long, passionate kiss.
Our mouths fuse, our tongues dancing together.
Without pulling away, I lift the dress up her thighs until I reach her hips.
She lets out a whimper. I scoot her ass back and drop my lips to her neck, continuing the exploration.
The alluring scent of vanilla hits my nostrils, eliciting a growl.
I pull away, splaying my palm over her chest and pressing her to lie down on my desk.
My fingers hook into the lace of her underwear and peel it down her legs, before spreading her knees wide open.
My gaze trails her form as my heartbeat reaches its peak. Her mussed auburn hair, her red swollen lips. Her nipples now poking through the dress, her soft thighs spread open for me. And that pussy. Fuck.
“You know, this is just the decoration that this office was missing. You. Served up for me.”
She lets out a soft chuckle that turns to a moan when I drop to my knees and blow a cool breath over her sensitive flesh. My tongue darts out to taste her.
She exhales, her gorgeous ass writhing on my desk. She’s wet already, her taste coating my tongue, and I can’t help but grab her thighs, digging in deeper. I circle her clit, then slip my tongue inside of her, repeating the process over and over again.
This won’t make her come; I know that. But getting her to come is only my second priority. The first one is making her lose her mind. I want her so horny she forgets all about what happened on the casino floor.
“Look at you. So fucking soaked for me,” I rumble, barely disconnecting my mouth from her pussy.
She attempts to close her legs, but I’m not having it.
My fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, hard enough to leave marks.
Her back arches off the desk as I suck her clit into my mouth.
My cock is throbbing in my pants, every delicious sound that escapes her making the pain worse.
Just as I feel her getting closer to the edge, I move my attention from her incredible pussy, lower the top of her dress and nip a rock-hard nipple.
“Fuck, Leon,” she breathes out.
“Yeah, sweetheart? Something you need?” I circle the gorgeous buds with my tongue.
“Y-yeah…”
“Like what?” My hand snakes back down to her pussy, my fingers brushing over it.
Once again, her voice is a breathy moan.
“You want this?” One more brush over her clit. “Or would you prefer me sucking on this pretty cunt until she covers me with her juices?”
I make quick work of getting back down on my knees in front of her and land a harsh nip to her clit. Her moan is loud enough to carry through the walls of my office, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I slip two fingers inside of her, marveling at the tight heat. Fuck, my cock aches to do the same. I curl the fingers to hit her G-spot and focus back on her clit. Just as she starts to tremble, a knock sounds at my door.
Alex gasps, and I stop my movements. She scrambles to get up, but I keep her pinned to the desk, her legs still wide open.
“Are the doors locked?” she whisper-yells.
I shake my head.
“Fuck. Let me up.” Another attempt to get away.
“I don’t think so. But I will need you to be quiet now.”
The knock sounds again. She tenses for a second, but I resume what I was doing, and she melts into the desk.
Her sounds turn to whimpers, trying to keep quiet.
But as her orgasm hits her, she can’t help moaning loudly, her pussy clenching my finger.
I lap at her, trying to get every last drop as she shivers with the remnants of her orgasm.
The knock hasn’t worried me. My employees know better than to enter without permission. But I know the thrill made it hotter for her.
“Well, that was something,” she says, trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, did you think we were done?” With a parting kiss, I get up. My hands unbuckle my pants, lowering them just enough to set my cock free. It drips pre-cum and twitches with joy of what’s to come.
I place a kiss on her lips, letting her taste herself before sliding my cock slowly inside of her. She inhales sharply as I fill her, and I grit my teeth to keep from whimpering.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I say into her mouth.
My hips pump into her, every thrust sending fireworks through my body. My speed picks up, and her moans start up again.
“Let me hear you, pretty girl. I don’t care who hears. But I want to know how much you love taking my cock.”
“Leon, yes…”
“My cock’s addicted to this perfect pussy. I imagine exactly this as I wrap my fist around it, looking at you on the cameras.”
“Fuck…” She’s not making much sense, but I can’t blame her. Her eyes are rolled to the back of her head, her arms barely able to hold on to my shoulders.
Our moans blend with the sounds of skin on skin, my body growing slick with sweat. I pump faster, reaching a punishing pace, but it’s still not fast enough. Still not deep enough.
And just as the familiar embers of ecstasy build at the base of my spine, she lets out a feral moan, clamping me with all her might.
My vision turns dark for a split second, my brain losing oxygen as our releases hit us at the same damn time.
My groan is louder than intended as I spill into her, dizzy with the thought of her dripping my cum as she walks through the casino.
Eventually, we settle, my chin pressed to her sternum. Her heartbeat is wild, and I land a lick to it, just to taste her skin again.
Her lips turn up as she holds her eyes closed. Grabbing a tissue from the cabinet behind the desk, I clean her legs, making sure I leave as much cum inside of her as possible.
And then it hits me. We haven’t used protection.
My head clears in an instant, as panic rises in my chest. “A condom…” I barely mutter. “I haven’t put on a condom. I’m so sorry.” Her eyes open, widening, so I quickly add, “I’m clean. I’m good. But contraception…”
She stares at me, as if weighing whether she trusts me before nodding. “I’m clean, too, and I’m on birth control.”
I mirror her nod, and she rises from the desk, pulling her dress back over her breasts and lowering it down over her ass. She smooths her hair and rubs her lips together before making her way to my door.
“Well, thank you for tonight,” she says, her face back to a perfect facade.
Her hand is already grabbing the doorknob when I stop her. “My driver will take you home.”
“Okay,” she responds, quicker than I anticipated and it’s obvious she’s still not feeling comfortable about the man that accosted her.
Little does she know she will never have to worry about him again. I shoot a text to Dom, letting him know he’s needed. Buttoning my pants, I slip my phone into my pocket. My gaze catches on the pair of lacy red underwear that I peeled off her.
I lift it with a finger. “I think you forgot something.”
Her lips turn up into a blinding smirk. “Keep it. It might help you with your problem.” She shoots a pointed look at my computer, and I let out a low laugh.
If anything, it’ll make my problem worse. A knock disturbs the moment, and I hurry to slip the underwear into my other pocket.
“Sir?” Dom asks, waiting for my order.
“Alex, this is Dominik. He will take you home.”
“Of course. Ms. Young, follow me, please.”
He hands her the purse she obviously forgot at the poker table and I roll my eyes at his over-the-top gentlemanliness.
He’s the best right-hand man I could ask for, but this is a provocation.
I watch Alex leave my office with a saunter in her hips, not bothering to look back.
I shake my head as my hand wraps around the lace in my pocket.
Who the hell is this girl? And why can’t I stop thinking about her?