Chapter 12
Lauralyn
Hemsworth is definitely an interesting man.
I find it fascinating how he built his companies and what he did to amass his fortune.
And he’s the type who likes to talk, so he hasn’t minded all my questions.
Portia seems to be getting annoyed though.
She keeps trying to draw his attention back to her, kissing on his neck, rubbing his leg, stroking over his dick, but he seems to be ignoring her advances.
Deuce, on the other hand, is hard to ignore.
He hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me all night.
It’s quite distracting, especially when he nibbles on my ear and whispers naughty things to me.
He’s got me seated on his lap now, seeming to be growing impatient with Hemsworth’s insistent interest in me.
But Holt’s goal is to ensure the man leaves here pleased and ready to invest in a second casino, so he’s biting his tongue and biting my ear instead.
My entire body is feeling flushed and tingly. It has been all day.
“My my. You have quite a woman, Deuce. And she’s a pretty one.”
Deuce’s hold on me tightens. He turns my chin and pulls me in for a kiss.
It feels like he’s staking his claim. Like he’s trying to show the man that I’m his.
I’m not sure what I am. We spent hours last night talking and the morning making love.
It’s beginning to feel like more than an act, more than a job, but I could be mistaken. It could all be for show.
“It’s time for me to get this little one to bed,” he says, lifting me as he stands. “Portia will see that you have a good night, Charles. And if there’s anything you need in order to make your stay more comfortable, just let me know and I’ll ensure you’re accommodated.”
He places me on my feet and reaches over to shake Hemsworth’s hand.
“It was such a pleasant evening chatting with you, Miss Prince.”
“Same.” I smile at him, reaching out to shake his hand, but he takes my fingers and kisses the top of my hand instead.
The grip Deuce has on me tightens even more.
And as soon as the man lets me go, I’m whisked away.
Holt’s hand is locked with mine, leading me quickly through the crowded casino.
Before the elevator doors even close, he has me pinned against the back wall, my cheek pressed against the cool glass mirror as he shoves my dress up.
My panties are torn in my next breath, and then I hear his zipper yanked down.
“You’re mine, Laur. That old fucking man thought he was going to steal you from me, but this pussy is mine.
I’m the only one who gets to play with you.
” He thrusts inside me in one push and my entire body is mowed down with a rush of hot pleasure.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet. How long have you been like this, baby? ”
“All night.”
“Damn, I should’ve taken you to the bathroom during dinner and calmed this little pussy down,” he grunts as he pumps into me, making me feel full. Stroking over every sensitive nerve. “Or maybe I should’ve fucked you right in front of him so he could back the fuck off my woman.”
Those words set off a different set of tingles in my body. Warm and fuzzy ones.
“Goddamn, you feel so good. That’s it, princess. Come on my fucking cock. Fucking scream for me.”
That’s all it takes. I come so hard I can’t hold my weight.
“Fuckin…Gah…It’s so good. Shit, baby.” His pistoning hips carry me through another rush of heat. The flames don’t seem to be dimming. Not when he’s nibbling on my ear with his finger still playing with my clit. That hard dick unrelenting. Slowing to a steady pace. Hitting every spot.
“Mine.” His growl rumbles over me. “You’re mine, Laur. This pussy. This body. These fucking lips. Those sweet tits.” He turns my head and kisses me fully, leaving me breathless. “It’s all mine.”
I’m starting to believe that’s true. There are feelings taking root, digging deeper with every passing moment.