Chapter 2 #2
Reaching out to shake the famine demon’s hand, I flashed a smile full of charm and wrapped in authority.
“Mornin’, Levi.”
Levi chuckled as he greeted me, “Mornin’, boss.”
Grabbing my hand for a firm shake, it seemed even he was keen enough to pick up on the pep in my step.
“You’re in a damn good mood today, huh?” As he spoke, the numerous piercings all over his face shifted and glinted in the light.
He had jewelry in his flesh in nearly every area one could poke a needle, and from what I heard from ladies and gents, it extended well below his face.
Grinning, I pondered it carefully and nodded in agreement.
“I suppose I am. Everything for tonight’s event is set to go off without a hitch.
It’s not only going to bring in a fuck ton of money, but will have everyone running their mouths about it for days.
And that shit always puts me in a fantastic mood. ”
I paused, reveling in the certainty of Sevenfold’s reputation as Superbia’s only casino worth visiting. The warmth unfurling in my chest was more fuel for my pride.
Looking at Levi, I smirked. “Give me another month or two, and I’ll own half of Superbia. Guaranteed.”
He didn’t seem convinced of the legitimacy of my far-fetched plans, but he was smart enough not to confess his wavering faith. I suppose it was difficult to trust anything when you couldn’t get glimpses of the future the way I could.
Most of the time, the images in my head were reflective of long-term events, though I could push my abilities to backtrack towards the present if I expended enough energy.
It’s what made my visions of my Little Spade so damn infuriating.
I had never been able to drag the energies near enough to the present to firm up a time of arrival.
My skills were akin to being as damn near perfect as a god, and yet something about this girl just kept tripping me up. It was incredibly annoying, to say the least. To say even more? It fucking pissed me off.
I stood next to the pit boss, going over my final set of instructions for the switch in his shift from his oversight on the main floor to manning the tournament later today. Mid-sentence, I was interrupted by a buzzing sensation zipping through my spine, the jolt sharp enough to break off my words.
The abrupt halt of conversation startled Levi as much as it did me. Even after he continued to speak to me and waved his hand in front of my face, the ringing in my ears drowned out all sounds, and my vision swam dangerously, leaving me feeling light on my feet.
Taking a look around, that was when I saw her clear as fuck.
After years of waiting and wanting, she was finally here.
In disbelief that this was reality, I had to check myself to ensure that I wasn’t under the veil of another vision.
My hands patted my pockets, and when I felt the ace of spades I always carried with me, I knew that this wasn’t cruel trickery.
I dismissed the pit boss as if he had never existed. However, what was less easily dismissed was the way my cock suddenly throbbed with need.
My Little Spade’s beauty was far beyond what my vision had ever reflected, and that left me ready to take her right in the middle of the casino floor.
I’d spread her open right on top of a fucking table, the floor, the bar top.
Anywhere that had something resembling a flat surface would be fair game.
After talking some sense back into the head on my shoulders versus the one between my legs, I kept my distance. I followed her through the casino floor, my mossy green eyes tracking her like a fucking apex predator, ready to pounce on the feast of a lifetime.
She remained oblivious to me. Good. That’s how I wanted it—for now.
Her hips swayed, taunting me like she knew I wanted to grab them and mark them up with bruises from anchoring myself to hers. The way my Little Spade’s fingers ran over the buttons on the penny machines had me wishing that she’d touch her own body with such timid exploration.
When she took a seat to play a hand of blackjack, I leaned against a column and observed with keen interest. The shadows of the dimly lit atmosphere wrapped around me, keeping me out of sight but never out of mind.
I scrutinized every decision she made, from the looks she gave her tablemates to the initial bet she laid down.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and tapped into Sevenfold’s advanced security cameras.
With the help of an enchantress, our video feeds went beyond just visual monitoring—they could pick up what the naked eye couldn’t.
Being able to watch face down cards become transparent and chips being tracked was just the tip of the iceberg.
The premier feature included being able to pick up trace amounts of supernatural powers in active use.
Zooming in, I noticed the two cards that had been dealt to her. Given the option to hit or hold, she held.
Who the hell didn’t hit on a nine?
It worked in her favor as the dealer busted. She was either extraordinarily lucky or playing games I didn’t like. If it were the latter? I’d find out, I always did.
During the next few hands, I grew more wary with each perfectly executed move. That shit didn’t happen here. I fucking made sure of it.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest, aggravated with her winning streak and my dealer’s inability to rob her of her funds. Something was off. The only problem was that the cameras weren’t lighting up with an obnoxious shade of fuchsia, the typical indicator of supernatural powers being used.
You know what they say: if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. So, I thrust my metaphysical powers out as an extension of myself.
What remained invisible to others was prominently visible to me as a bluish-green aura reminiscent of oxidized copper, slithering forth from my eyes. Like a serpent, it curved through the air before spiraling around her perfect little body.
Now that she was here in the flesh, my talent could easily tap into what the future held for this goddess of mine. With my metaphysical line sliding over her shoulder and wrapping around her throat, I eagerly dove into what secrets would be laid bare.
Color me shocked when my abilities got a taste of their own medicine.
It was like my mind’s eye was tasting the difference between flavors of candy.
She was a goddamn precog, although a slightly different breed.
Something about the taste of her powers was delectable.
It was that perfect combination of salty sweetness that complemented the bitter spice of my own.
Interestingly enough, her powers were not nearly as honed as my own. From what I gleaned, they appeared to be very short-sighted. It made sense that she was easily besting my dealers and other players with every hand dealt.
My Little Spade was a naughty fucking girl, and I fully intended to make her pay for her deception. Only one of us was going to win, and it wouldn’t be her.
The moment she turned to look around, I snapped my senses back into my mind. Realizing she could feel my powers breaching her defenses sent a thrill deep into my core.
My body screamed at me to stalk over there, lay her out on that table, and pound myself into her.
I’d make her scream my name for real this time, not just in my fantasies.
She’d enjoy it as she took my thick cock into her soaked pussy until we both came undone.
Any woman I fucked should consider themselves lucky to come all over my dick.
Despite my sex drive being off the fucking charts, I needed to bide my time to figure out why my Little Spade was so intoxicating and what other secrets she might be keeping from me. What if she were a trickster or some new half-breed sent here to distract me from a larger threat?
At least she wasn’t human. That would be a shit show.
My thoughts twisted and turned as I watched her flawlessly execute more plays and continue to multiply her winnings.
Despite my reservations, it delighted me to think that maybe she could be here for a reason, and maybe that reason was to do my bidding—figuratively and literally. However, since she was sitting in my casino hustling me, I decided to turn the tables on her.
Dialing a number, I pressed the phone to my ear. On the other end of the line, a slimy voice answered with a hiss, “Yeah, bossssss?”
“There’s one more addition to tonight’s tournament,” I smirked.
Oh my Little Spade, you don’t know it yet, but I’m determined to get so many uses out of you.