Chapter 2
I bought a new dress for this. It’s purple, short, and slutty enough to make me feel exposed. The fabric rides high on my thighs as I turn in front of the mirror. The neckline plunges low enough that bending over would be a show.
Good. That’s the point.
“You look hot.”
Robert’s leaning in the doorway, watching me with lust in his eyes.
I give him my best flirty grin. “Oh, this old thing?”
He crosses to me. His hands find my waist from behind, and we both look at my reflection. The woman staring back doesn’t look like Mrs. Robert Matthews, charity board member.
She looks hungry.
Robert’s fingers trail down my hip. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“Is there any point?”
His cock stirs against my ass. “Christ, Shannon.”
His gaze drops to my left hand in the mirror. My ring catches the light.
“Are you going to take it off again?”
The question is loaded.
“Yes.” I meet his eyes in the reflection. “Before I go in.”
“Why?”
He knows why, but he clearly wants to hear me say it.
“Because when I walk through those doors, I’m not your wife.” My voice drops. “I’m just a woman who owes them money. A woman they can use however they want to.”
Robert’s breath goes ragged against my neck.
“And when you put it back on?”
“Then I’m yours again. Coming home to you. Full of them but belonging to you.”
He spins me around. Kisses me so hard it smudges my lipstick. His hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back, and I feel how hard he is through his jeans.
“Go.” He releases me, stepping back reluctantly. “I’ll be waiting.”
At the door, I pause. “Robert?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
His smile turns wolfish. “I know. Now go let them ruin you so I can put you back together.”
The neon sign of the Goldpoint Casino blinks as I pull into the lot. My pussy is already wet, and let’s be honest here, it’s been wet all day. Maybe all week.
I’m about to let two men fuck me at the same time. I’ve never done this. What has my life become?
Amazing, that’s what.
My neck flushes hot and my nipples harden. God, I’m such a slut. And I don’t even care anymore.
I check my phone. Robert’s already texted.
ROBERT: Thinking about you. Tell me everything.
My thumbs are already moving.
SHANNON: Just arrived. Wish me luck.
ROBERT: My slut doesn’t need luck. She needs a pussy full of cum.
My mouth falls open in surprise, and he continues before I can type anything.
ROBERT: If Adrian edges you again, don’t you dare take care of yourself. Save it for me.
I laugh and send him a kissing emoji before sliding my phone and wedding ring into my clutch.
Time to go.
The casino noise hits me when I push through the doors. I’ve heard it twice before, but it always sounds different. Probably because I’m different.
Diana is polishing a glass behind the bar and spots me before I reach her. Her dark hair is pulled back, roses and thorns winding up her forearm. In another life, I would have wanted to befriend her, but my sneaking around and lies aren’t the best start to a friendship.
“Well, well.” She sets down the glass. “Look who dressed up.”
“It’s a special occasion.”
“So I heard.” She pours me a whiskey without asking and sets it on the bar in front of me. “They’ve been waiting for you.”
My pulse kicks. “Both of them?”
Diana leans forward, dropping her voice. “Listen. I like you. So I’m going to tell you something.”
“What?”
“Tony alone is intense. Adrian alone is brutal.” She gives me a look, woman-to-woman, the kind that says she’s seen this before. “Together? They’re a lot. You sure you know what you’re getting into?”
Jesus, how does she know what’s really going on? Suddenly, I’m concerned the entire casino knows, but I quickly push the thought aside. Diana doesn’t strike me as an idiot, and she’s probably seen how I look before and after I visit Tony.
“No.” I pick up the whiskey. “But I’m going anyway.”
Diana laughs and shakes her head. “Brave or stupid. I still can’t decide.”
“Both.” I take a sip, and the burn steadies me. “Definitely both.”
My phone buzzes, and I fish it out of my purse, expecting a text from Robert.
TONY: My office. Now.
I set down the glass without finishing it and place a twenty on the bar.
“Thanks for the warning.”
Diana watches me go and calls after me, “Good luck, Shannon. You’re going to need it.”
The elevator ride feels longer this time.
I know this hallway now. The plush carpet. The expensive artwork. The brass nameplate at the end that says Antonio Ricci. Private.
But tonight’s different. There are two men in dark suits standing at the far end of the corridor. They’re not casino security. These men have military posture, and they watch me as I pass. One speaks into his sleeve.
Since when does a casino manager need that kind of protection?
I file it away. Right now, I have other priorities.
I knock.
“Come in.”
Tony’s voice hits me right between my legs, and I push open the door.
They’re both here. Tony behind his desk, wearing a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. That expensive watch of his catches the light. The thin scar on his knuckles. He’s not surprised to see me, even though I never said I’d be here for sure.
A manila folder sits at the edge of his desk. It’s thick, stamped with something I can’t quite read from here. He catches me looking and slides it into a drawer. The motion is casual. Too casual.
Hendricks. The name from the conversation I overheard floats back. Shipments. Suppliers. Whatever Tony is running here, gambling isn’t the half of it.
Adrian is by the window, arms crossed, silhouetted against the Seattle skyline. He’s in a charcoal suit. His expression gives me nothing, just that cold assessment I remember from the storage room.
My throat tightens and my skin prickles.
“You came.” Tony’s mouth curves.
“You knew I would.”
Adrian pushes off the window and moves toward me with a predatory calm. “I thought you might lose your nerve after last time.”
I hold his gaze. “I don’t lose my nerve.”
His expression changes. Is that respect?
Tony stands and circles around his desk until he’s in front of me. He’s close enough I can smell his woodsy cologne. It’s familiar now.
“You’ve been racking up quite a tab.” His fingers brush my jaw. “Multiple visits with multiple losses. You owe us a significant amount.”
The fiction. The game we’re still playing. I’m a woman who can’t pay her debts.
“How significant?” I ask.
Tony names a number that would make most people choke. I keep my face neutral.
“That’s a lot.”
“It is.” Adrian moves closer. I’m bracketed between them now. “Which is why we have a proposition.”
My heart hammers. This is it.
“We’re willing to clear the slate.” Tony’s thumb traces my bottom lip. “All of it.”
“What do you want?”
Adrian’s breath is warm on my neck from behind. “Everything.”
My arousal slicks my thighs. It’s messed up how much I want this.
“Tonight, you’re ours. However we want you.” Tony’s hold on my jaw tightens. “Think you can handle that?”
Adrian’s hand lands on my hip, fingers digging in. “And we haven’t decided if we’re going to let you come or not.”
My pussy clenches at the threat. Or the promise. I don’t know which it is since Adrian already edged me once, but I want it either way.
“Yes.”
Tony smiles and steps back. “Good girl.”
I’m surprised when he doesn’t reach for me. Instead, he moves to his chair, settling into it like a king on his throne.
“Adrian’s been waiting for this,” Tony says, casual as if we’re discussing the weather. “I think he earned the right to go first, don’t you?”
I stay silent, uncertain if I’m supposed to agree, as Adrian turns me to face him. His eyes rake over me, lingering on the swell of my breasts above the dress. My nipples harden as I imagine him fucking me and not letting me come.
He circles me slowly, trailing his fingers across my collarbone and down my side to the curve of my ass. My pulse races as my body responds.
“Undress.” The command is flat, with no warmth in it. “Slowly. I want to see what I’m getting.”
I set my purse on a chair, and my fingers tremble as they find the zipper at my side. I pull it down, trying to be slow, but when my dress pools at my feet, I’m standing in front of them in nothing but heels. Just bare skin and the pounding of my heart.
Adrian looks me over, and I watch his composure crack. Just barely. The first sign he’s affected.
“She came ready.” Tony’s voice drifts from his chair.
“She came hungry,” Adrian corrects. “There’s a difference.”
Tony steeples his fingers like he’s about to watch a show, and I guess he is. The show is me, naked and dripping, about to be used by Adrian.
This is officially the sluttiest thing I’ve ever done.
“Let’s see if you learned anything since the last time I used you.” The words are quiet and almost gentle. Which makes them worse… or better. My brain and body are at war over how much I like him treating me like a fucktoy.
“I learned that you’re an asshole who doesn’t let women come.”
Tony barks a laugh from his chair. Adrian’s mouth twitches. For one second, there’s something close to amusement in those cold eyes.
“You learned exactly what I wanted you to learn.” His hand slides between my thighs from behind. My knees nearly buckle when his fingers find my clit. “I knew you’d come back begging.”
“I’m not begging.” Yet. Give it five minutes.
He pushes two fingers inside me, and I gasp. “How often did you touch yourself this week?”
“Every day.” The confession comes out shaky as his fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.
“What did you think about?”
“You. Inside me. Telling me I can’t come.”
He adds a third finger. The stretch makes me moan, and I grab his forearm for balance.
“And did you come? When you touched yourself?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t—“
“Wasn’t enough.” He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. “Because you need someone to own the orgasm. You need it to not be yours to take.”
Jesus Christ. How does he know me better than I know myself?