Chapter 3
Kian
She moves with the rhythm, like her body wrote the beat. So completely in sync. It’s obvious she feels the music within her.
When she trailed her hands down her lush, curvy body and over her big, perky tits, I nearly came in my fucking underwear.
Jesus.
When did I become a desperate, horny teenager?
There are many beautiful women in Las Vegas. It’s the city of sin, sex, and secrets. Tourists come here from all over the world to flaunt themselves. Everywhere you turn, there are beautiful people. But this woman, Ace, she isn’t even in the same fucking category.
I can’t tell for sure that her eyes are green, but the way they’re glowing under the flashing lights makes me think that they are.
Every so often, as the strobes pass over her, her hair looks like it’s a shade of dark purple with what looks like glittery tinsel in it, cut just above her shoulders in choppy waves.
The slow song fades, and Naughty Girl by Beyoncé starts playing, instantly getting the crowd dancing wildly again.
She shakes her hips, her arms, and stomach, moving with the beat.
My cock is embarrassingly hard. I can’t help but wonder if she’d like the kind of sex I like.
Would she be my naughty girl, so I have to punish her?
Or would she be my good girl and let me reward her over and over again with multiple orgasms?
If she keeps looking at me with those glazed-over eyes as she moves like that, I might do both.
The asshole behind her, who bumped her earlier, backs into her again, forcibly pushing her this time. A flash of something crosses her face, and then it’s gone as she quickly dances again like nothing happened.
Before I realize it, I’m moving, headed in her direction. Because if that asshole touches her again, this club is going to be cleared out due to a dead body on the floor.
Instead of stopping before her, I walk around, so I’m between her and the dickwad who thinks he knows how to dance.
“Are you a bodyguard?” she asks with a playful smirk, still swaying to the music.
I tilt my head to the side, then lean down so she can hear me. “Nah. Definitely not. I’m much more dangerous. Especially if that guy touches you again.”
When I straighten and meet her gaze, I take a step toward her, breathing in her sweet, soft scent. She moves back. When I advance again, she retreats until we’re several feet away from the fucker who still might die tonight.
Once we’re in our own space, I wink at her and smirk. “Keep dancing for me, Ace.”
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t argue as she goes right back to flowing with the beat like it was made for her.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted to fuck a woman this badly. Years.
Everything about her sparkles. Literally.
Not only does she have glitter everywhere, but her wrists are layered with bangles that catch the lights every time she waves her arms around.
When she practically felt herself up, right in front of me, like some kind of sexy tease, I noticed all the rings on her fingers, but I made damn sure she didn’t have anything on her wedding one.
I’m not sure if it would matter either way, at this point.
If I don’t fuck this woman, I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.
All I need is one night. Nothing more.
I don’t have time for strings. Work takes up too much of my time and attention, especially now that my older brothers are married and not as present.
I can take one night off, though. It is my birthday after all.
And I can’t think of anything I’d like better than to have my cock buried deep inside of her.
Hopefully, she came to Vegas to have a good time.
Then, when her vacation is over, she can go home to wherever the fuck she lives, and I’ll go back to my regularly scheduled life.
One night.
No strings.
It’s a perfect plan.
Especially since I’m pretty sure she wants to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck her.
A server hovers close, surely told to stay near me at all times in case I need something. One of the perks of being a Savage in this city. We’re waited on like royalty. It’s well known that we’re generous tippers, though. We take care of those who take care of us.
As soon as the server sees me tilt my head, he immediately comes over.
“I’d like a couple of bottles of water, a bottle of Dom Perignon, and a charcuterie board. Put it in my section. This is for you. Put the drinks and food on my account,” I tell him, handing him a wad of hundreds.
He stares at the cash with wide eyes for a second before he glances at me and nods. “Thank you, Mr. Savage. I’ll get you taken care of.”
My gaze is on her as soon as he leaves my side. I lift my hand and signal for her to come over with my index finger. She smiles and takes two steps closer to me, my dick twitching at her show of obedience. Such a good fucking girl already.
“Come sit with me. You need to hydrate.”
“Okay.”
I study her for a second. “Do you need to tell your friends you’re stepping away?”
She looks up at me, her eyes bright like a deer caught in the headlights, and she shakes her head. “No. They’ll be fine. I’ll find them later.”
Something in my gut tells me she just lied to me. Is she here alone? In this fucking club, full of horny men who would do just about anything to fuck a woman like her?
Jesus fucking Christ.
That thought makes me want to pull out my gun and start shooting every man here.
Except, I’m one of those men who will do just about anything to fuck her tonight.
She could ask me for a million dollars, and I’d give it to her without blinking a fucking eye.
The only thing I won’t do is force her. Pretty much anything else it takes, I’ll fucking do it. That’s how badly I want a taste of her.
When we enter the now-empty VIP area, since my family has all disappeared, I lead her to one of the plush, velvet couches and sit, wishing I could pull her onto my lap right here. She lowers beside me, her dress riding up her thick, lush thighs.
I’ve never been in a hurry to have sex before, but there’s a sudden urgency that I can’t shake.
“What’s your name?” I ask when the server arrives with our drinks and food, silently setting everything down before leaving just as quickly.
She smirks, and it’s adorable. “You already know it’s Ace.”
I pull one of the glass bottles of water from the ice bucket and twist the cap, handing the now-open bottle to her. “That’s not your real name.”
Shrugging, she smirks, takes a drink, then another one, and narrows her eyes on me. “What’s your name?”
Oh, she wants to play this game? Be a sassy brat?
“Daddy,” I answer, my voice low and even.
As soon as I say it, she sucks in a breath and snaps her gaze toward me, her pupils dilated. And I already know she’s perfect for me.