Chapter 10
Ten
Nicholas
M aeve allows me to slide the dice inside her and bring her downstairs sans underwear, which isn’t a surprise considering her determination to challenge me and fulfill her little fantasy of a wild weekend. How far will she go? Only one way to find out.
She’s correct in that I won’t kill her. I’d rather have her cousins as allies than enemies. But she’s delusional if she thinks that makes her in charge. Her confidence doubled after our little meeting with the boys from KO. It’s time to remind Little Bit who exactly is in charge. It’ll be fun for both of us, but mostly me.
Maeve tries to walk ahead of me, but I reach around and place a hand on her hip.
“We’re together, remember?”
“Don’t try to manhandle me. You can be my fiancé and give me space.”
She starts to slide free, but her body freezes. Suddenly she smiles at me. A genuine beautiful smile. Shit. My heart falters. Maeve looks up at me like I am a fucking god. I would burn the world to the ground to have her keep looking at me like that. This woman deserves to be on a throne. A fucking queen. I’ve never been sentimental or into the cheesy shit, but I think she just stole my heart. I try to mirror her smile and cover her hand on my chest with mine.
“Nicky, I was only teasing you. I love it when you manhandle me. After all, I’m yours to do with as you please.”
As I please? Well, well, well.
“Maybe we should head back upstairs to play. ”
Her eyes quickly shift to look to the side and then back to me. If I hadn’t been staring so intently at her I would’ve missed it. But I didn’t. I turn my head to see what’s caught her attention. Her hand comes up to cup my jaw, preventing me from turning my head, which only adds to my frustration.
Fucking bitch.
She’s playing me. Leo and Trina are watching us intently. I actually fell for her charm. I don’t mind playing games – but I don’t like being played. She could’ve told me they were here before seducing me under false pretense.
I roughly grab her by the back of the neck and crush her mouth to mine. I don’t kiss her. I devour her mouth. I have every intention of twisting her emotions like she did mine. Shamelessly I slide my hands down her to cup her ass. She doesn’t hold back, either. She matches my intensity. I don’t stop; instead, I keep taking from her. There’s going to be no fucking doubt who she belongs to tonight. Me.
When she’s trembling and breathless in my arms, I release my hold on her. “Feeling lucky?” I ask against her lips.
“Yeah.” She sighs.
“So am I. Let’s go.”
I don’t spare a glance in the direction of Leo and Trina as I pull myself from Maeve. Keeping a firm hold on the small of her back, I guide Maeve to the high limit platinum rooms. There’s no way those two will be able to distract Maeve from me in here. The fact that I’m actually jealous right now makes me livid. The original plan was for me to make them envious of her. Not me envious of them. She probably would’ve dry humped me to prove to Leo she’s over him and to Trina that she’s upgraded from Leo. I’m not having her do anything with me for someone else. She’s going to do it for no other reason than her body craves mine.
I take a seat at one of the poker tables and she stands next to me. There’s a few other men sitting at the table with their trophies standing behind them.
“Sit,” I demand.
Her voice drips with sarcasm. “The minimum bet is a little out of my reach.”
“I’m not going to repeat myself,” I tell her in a low tone.
She sits and I don’t miss the way she shifts in her seat. The corner of my lip twitches. I lean into her and whisper, “Comfy?”
“Yes.”
I take some chips out of my pocket and place them in front of her, and then some in front of me. Maeve’s eyes widen at the stack of red and gold poker chips.
“Those are half a million dollar chips.” She releases a nervous laugh. “You want me to gamble with millions of dollars?”
“If you need more let me know.”
The dealer tells us to place our bets. Maeve hesitantly places a single chip down. I scoff and reach over and double her bet. “Tonight’s about being reckless, isn’t it?”
She shrugs and gives me a it’s your loss look. We play a hand and Maeve loses. The next hand she loses, again. Then the third. However, on the fourth hand, she wins. She doesn’t even realize she won.
“Look at that. You won,” I tell her.
“I won?”
“You won.”
She shows the dealer like she doesn’t trust me. Another person I’ll have to add to my shit list. Maybe I should fire them or at least send them to another table? The dealer confirms what I’ve already told her.
“I won!” Hysterical laughter bubbles out of her and then her arms are around my neck.
“Do you want to keep playing?”
“Yes, please!”
I toss a few more chips her way, causing her to release a cute little giggle. Cute. I’ve never thought of someone’s laugh as cute. Before long she’s nudging me with her elbow, reaching out and touching my arm, smiling, and talking shit with the other players. The last part doesn’t excite me as much, but it’s nice to see her being so carefree and relaxed.
After a couple of more hands, I pull her away from the table and get us some drinks. True, I could’ve had someone deliver us drinks, but then there wouldn’t be any friction of the dice between her thighs.
I corner her and in a low voice ask, “How are you doing?”
She trembles, but maintains eye contact. “Fine.”
“I hope this hasn’t been torture for you.”
“Surprisingly you’re not completely unbearable.”
Smartass. I take another step until her chest almost touches mine. “Is that pussy of yours wet?”
She snickers. She actually snickers. “You’re so arrogant. Stop trying to intimidate me with all this hovering. We get it. You’re a dominant male.”
One thing I don’t give easily is respect. Here Maeve Goodman is earning mine. As much as I want to keep this little game going, if I don’t touch her soon, I’m going to lose my cool. Then I remember her dress is fitted. While I enjoy the outline of her curves, the dress is not easy access. “I’m going to have to buy you another dress.”
I pull out my knife from the hidden pocket in my suit jacket.
“You have a knife?” She’s precious.
“Don’t move.” I hold the material at her side and slice an opening.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Finding out for myself how wet you are.”
Maeve frantically looks around the room to see if anyone is watching. “Someone could see.”
“Have you not noticed my guards? Nobody is going to dare get close enough to us.”
I slide my hand between her legs. “Soaked. I think you liked seeing me cut your dress. You wanted me to get to this pussy.”
“What – what are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to get my dice. Thank you for holding them for me.” I slide my finger inside and gently hook it around the dice. Maeve hisses and releases a muffled cry. I retrieve one and then the other.
Never taking my eyes off her, I take the die and bring it to my lips. I take my time licking and sucking her juices from it. Maeve’s chest rises and fall with each breath. Her eyes locked on to my every movement. The second die I use to trace along her bottom lip. But I’m greedy for more of her taste so I bring it back to my lips and finish licking it clean. She’s intoxicating. I can’t wait to have my mouth at the source later tonight.
“You’ll have to be careful with your dress. If any man sees your pussy, he’ll leave here with one less eye.”
“What if it’s an accident? You’re the one who pulled a knife out and cut my dress. Who does that?”
“It’s not like I had a pair of scissors in my pocket.”
Maeve presses her lips into a thin line. I look over her dress. The slit is at the side and isn’t that noticeable. If she sits or turns the wrong way will be the only time anyone’s lives will be at risk. I take her hand and walk us over to the Craps table. Giving a nod to the dealer, I let him know I’ll be using my own dice. After all, it’s my casino.
Maeve grabs my arm. “You’re seriously not about to use those.” It’s not a question.
“I am.”
“Can we wash them first? Dude. We can’t let other people handle those after…”
“Dude?”
“Never mind. Give those back.”
“Eager to get my hands back down there?”
“Can’t you shove them between my tits instead?”
“I can think of something else I’d like to shove between those gorgeous tits.” Maeve raises her hand up, but I wrap my fingers around her wrist. “Put your claws away.”
“I will if you stop speaking to me like that. I’m not your whore for the night.”
“True. I’m supposed to be your whore.”
“Fiancé,” she corrects me. “Now, please, don’t use those dice on the table.”
“But they’re my lucky dice.” I try to keep my facial features schooled, but I crack. Maeve is not amused. I guess I’ve fucked with her enough down here; it’s time to take this back to the room.