Chapter Three #2
I wait for her nod before leaving. I prepare myself to spend the next several minutes sulking and I don’t exactly need company for that.
My eyes are on the floor as I head to the employee lounge but before I can open the door, someone grabs me and I find myself pulled into one of the private gaming rooms. Terror grips me when a hand binds around my waist and I’m pulled into steel muscles and the other comes up to cover my mouth before I can scream for help.
My mind shifts to the worst-case scenario.
They found me. The Víboras Gemelas. They got in and are going to kill me here.
My instincts kick in and I buck against the firm body behind me, grappling at the hand around my mouth and pulling at it.
I try to kick back, to twist away from the grip but the man behind me is a boulder.
It’s like he’s made of steel and doesn’t move an inch.
I realize that I’m working myself into a panic attack but I can’t stop.
I’m going to die…God!
“It’s me,” rasps a familiar voice into my ear and it takes a while for my panicked brain to make sense of it and when I do, I sag with relief.
Still, my heart races fast, for an entirely different reason this time.
“Don’t panic, baby. It’s me. I didn’t mean to scare you.
” He doesn’t release me or drop his hand on my mouth.
“I wouldn’t act this crazy if you didn’t push me to the edge, Iris.
” The hand on my waist moves up my stomach, caressing a path up until he’s cupping my breast, fingers pinching at my nipples.
“Do you want me to kill them? Is that why you were flirting with them?”
I grab the hand on my mouth and pull it down and this time, he lets me. “I don’t want you kill anyone,” I heave.
“Then what were you trying to prove by flirting with your customers?”
I bite hard on my lip to stop a whimper when his words are followed by him pinching my nipple over my top. “God,” I sigh when he rubs a thumb over it to ease the sting. “I…I wanted to get under your skin.”
He stills against me. “What?”
“I…someone told me that the best way to get under a man is to get under his skin and…I want to get under you. In the most literal sense.” It’s a small mercy that I don’t have to say this while I face him. But then he lets go of me and spins me around to face him.
“You want to be under me?” The intensity of his eyes chips at what little courage I had so I simply nod. “And by testing me like that, do you realize that I could have fucked you in front of that fucking crowd and not batted an eye?”
I flush at his words, at how crude they are but I’m not surprised by the heat they send settling in my gut.
I couldn’t stand being taken so crudely in front of so many people but the thought, the idea of Ghost wanting to claim me that hard turns me on.
What those customers couldn’t do with their flirting, Ghost achieves by just looking at me. Without a word, he wrecks me.
“I didn’t mean to make you angry,” I whisper, unwilling to accept that my actions might have injured our fragile relationship.
“You did,” he grinds, grabbing my hips and lifting me onto the card table then settling between my thighs when they fall open for him.
“Watching you flirt with those men made me want claim you in front of everyone and fuck you so hard that everyone would know who you belong to.” I gasp when I feel the press of his erection against my inner thigh and the way he’s watching me…
Christ, is it a wonder that I haven’t melted into a puddle from the intensity of his gaze.
From the need and want I read in those earth brown eyes.
“I’m going to give you what you want. What I’ve stopped myself from taking for days. ”
His mouth brushes over mine, moving away when I lean into him.
I whine, begging for the kiss he’s set on denying me but his mouth moves to my jaw, moving down to my neck.
My eyelids flutter when he nuzzles my throat seconds before I feel the wet press of his tongue against my throat, his breath fanning my skin.
I reach up to touch him but find my wrists caged in his right hand, held behind my back.
“Let me touch you,” I whine, tugging at my hands but his grip only tightens. “Ghost.”
“Not yet,” he rasps, pushing back to look at me.
My sex throbs in response to his gaze, my breathing getting shallow.
It’s so embarrassing how easy it is for him to undo me.
How pliant I go when he touches me and how desperate I am for the part he’s been denying me.
It doesn’t seem to matter that I’ve never had sex before and am not completely sure what to expect from the act but I just know that I want him.
All of him. “I’m going to fuck you, Iris.
Right in this room and make you scream until everyone in the casino hears you. ”
His words send my heart racing. I flush at the thought of being pleasured in a room where anyone could pass by and hear us, or simply walk in to inspect.
Speaking of which, I didn’t hear him lock the door.
I start to turn around to check when his mouth takes mine in a kiss that seems to erase all thoughts from my mind.
His tongue invades my mouth, swiping wetly over mine in a kiss that sends my toes curling and butterflies fluttering madly in my tummy.
Everything fades away, leaving this moment alone. Just us and this room that smells faintly of tobacco.
The kiss turns aggressive, demanding even as his hand tightens on my wrists, holding me in place so I’m helpless to do anything but take whatever it is he’s willing to offer me.
I whimper when he breaks the kiss and his mouth is back on my throat, his tongue raking a path down my body.
“You have no fucking idea how many months I’ve stood there watching you,” he rasps against my skin, using his free hand to tug at my top up to reveal my bra.
I choke out a moan when those long calloused clever fingers palm my breasts, squeezing and fondling them over the bra.
“Do you want to know what I thought of doing to you all those nights I watched you from across the room?” He slides his hand around to my back and tugs open my bra clasp before coming back to fondle my naked tits, making me cry out as he pinches the beaded nipples between his fingers.
“What I craved to do as I watched all those men flirt with you, afraid you would take one of those fuckers home alone with you.”
“I never took anyone home.” I didn’t want anyone. How could I when I was trying to pretend I wasn’t watching him from across the room too. “I only wanted you.”
“Goddamnit!” he growls, dipping his mouth over my breasts and sucking a nipple between his lips.
I cry out, back arching into his touch. I roll my hips helplessly into the air, hoping for relief on my aching sex but get none.
I’m sobbing when he shifts his attention to the other aching bud, rolling it around his tongue before tugging it in hot suction until I’m sensitive, hot and wet with need.
His eyes are heated when he finally pulls back.
I watch him, dazed, as he unzips his jeans and yanks them down to reveal that long, hard cock with a girth that still shocks me.
He’s so big. I can’t keep my eyes from him as he strokes himself and I wonder how it’ll feel to have that part of him inside of me.
I want it. Him.
“Do it.” My voice comes a little breathless as I scoot to the edge of the card table, wrapping a leg around his waist. “Want you, to feel you.”
He has a pained look on his face when his eyes meet mine. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you gioia mia?”
“Show me,” I say dazedly, aching in anticipation of his touch. Becoming more wet and needy hearing his accent when he calls me “gioia mia.” I wonder what it means?
“Fuck!” he curses under his breath before finally…
finally, releasing the grip he has on my hands.
I wrap them around his shoulder and pull him to kiss me.
I whimper when his tongue slides into my mouth, swiping over mine in an erotic dance that sends heat flooding through me.
I’m needy. Desperate to feel his breath against mine.
I whine when he pulls back from the kiss and watch as he drops to the floor right in front of me.
He tugs my panties down my thighs and leaves them hanging over one ankle before yanking my legs to his shoulders.
I barely have time to be mortified by the position he has me in before I feel the press of his lips over my throbbing core.
I cry out, falling back onto the table as his tongue licks between the valley of my sex, raving over my clit in slick circles that send my hips arching off the table.
“Oh God!” I pant, writhing helplessly on the table as he laps at me in long strokes, making deep noises that send more heat settling in my stomach.
I should be used to this by now—the shock to the system every time that clever tongue touches me—but I am not.
Every stab of pleasure takes me by surprise so I sob and rock up to meet his tongue, clawing at the smooth table, looking for something to ground me.
“Iris?”
A voice then a knock manages to penetrate the fog in my mind and it takes me a second to realize the sound is not coming from Ghost.
“W-what?” I whimper, biting down on my lip to stop a moan as my eyes move to the door. “Tracey?”
“Hey, you weren’t in the lounge so I was worried. Are you okay?”
I bite hard on my bottom lip when I feel Ghost’s finger on my entrance, teasing the spot in circles as his tongue raves at my clit.
God. I can’t think. “I’m fine,” I choke out, slapping a hand on my mouth when Ghost pushes his digit into me then turns it in a come-hither motion that sends my hips lifting off the table.
Oh God.
Oh my God!