Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(14)

"You have no idea what you've done, walking into my life, Lucy," I whisper against her inner thigh, kissing her.

"I don't have to know, I just need you," Lucy says, and I realize she heard what I said.

Her words shake me to the deepest part of me, buried deep behind the mask of who I am every day.

God, that woman could penetrate my armor if it was forged in the pits of  hell. Some days, that's exactly how I feel, and yet here Lucy is and  she's at my side. For now.

My teeth graze over her knees, softly skirting the flesh and not  breaking skin or even being so rough to even qualify as a bite. My  fingers slide over her bared pussy softly but don't enter her yet. I  just need to feel every part of her, slide through her folds and feel  how wet they are, how ready for me they are. I let my thumb slide up to  her clit. The bud is swollen with need and I can't deny her what her  body needs. Sliding two fingers in her pussy and working them into a  curl to softly stroke her G-spot, I ghost my thumb over her clit. I have  to be really gentle as I'm going right to the money spots. I want to  stroke her, tease her, bring her to that point where she's ready to fall  apart in my hands. I stroke her, looking up at her gorgeous face. I see  how she whimpers, little sighs escaping with her breaths. Her breathing  hitches in her throat and gets more shallow, and I know she's close. My  lips on her thighs, kissing her softly, licking at her soft skin to  taste her, bringing her to shiver. That's when I know she's close and  I'm not ready to let go of her just yet. I scoop her up into my arms.

Carrying her to the bed, I lie her down like she's so fragile she might  shatter. I slide my hand from under her skirt slowly because I'm not  going to let her shatter just yet. I press my fingers into her skin,  cascading down her leg as my hand exits. I hook my thumbs under her  skirt and slide it off. I pull her shirt up and off. Her hands are on  her bra and I watch her take it off as I pull off my own clothes. I keep  myself from tearing off my clothes in a mad fury. There's a fury  building so strong inside of me I would've shredded it all in a second  flat, but I'm not trying to be rough. I'm being tender. Savoring every  moment of tonight.

Because I know the truth. Sooner or later, because I've told Lucy that  she can go, she's going to see me for who I am, and when she does, she's  going to leave.

I want to remember today forever.

I'm memorizing the taste of her skin, the curves of her body. Because  every night when I close my eyes, that's all that my mind can conjure.  But when she's gone, I won't be able to pull her tight against me while  we sleep.

Lucy shoots me a mischievous look and then gets up on her hands and  knees, pressing her ass up in the air and in my direction. God, she has a  wicked mind that I love to plumb the depths of. Not so long ago, she'd  never been kissed. Now she's inviting me to fuck her from behind with  the gorgeous half moons of her ass calling for my hands.         

     



 

I suck in a breath and grip each of her ass cheeks with my palms,  holding handfuls of her and stroking my cock up her pussy slit. Damn,  she feels amazing. My cock is so hot rubbing against her pussy that if  it weren't for how wet she was, I'd be afraid we were going to start a  fire.

I slam into her and fuck her so deep, so hard, so fast, that neither of  us can breathe for several seconds. I keep fucking her, hard, slamming  deep into her pussy and rocking my hips with every thrust to make sure  I'm claiming every inch of her. My hands grip her hips and I thrust  again and again until I feel just how ready she is.

"Cum for me, Lucy," I say fast, trying to catch my breath again. My  heart races at the feel of her pussy gripping my cock so hard that I  groan out loud. I bury myself inside her and cum so much I can feel our  cum dripping down her thighs. I like defiling that sweet pussy and  mingling our cum together so damn much. Her legs are ready to give out,  so I pull her up against me, and then pull us both onto the bed. I slide  my cock out of her and hold her against me, savoring the scent of her  skin while she shakes. Little tremors from the afterglow of us fucking.  My hands hold onto her so tight you'd think I was trying keep her from  flying out the side of an airplane. Because losing her will crush me.

I know I have to tell her that I'm married. I know it because I want her  to marry me, and that's not going to happen unless I dump off the woman  I'm currently married to. Which shouldn't be too hard because my  current wife was trying to get Lucy's brother to kill me.





11





Lucy





Gian doesn't bring up the argument again, and really doesn't bring up  anything for a while. We talk about how my brother is doing well and how  I should go visit him soon, but not yet because he's having a difficult  time with the detox. I believe Gian, but I can tell that there's  something else that Gian isn't telling me.

I don't confront him about this or whatever sin from his love life that  Margot doesn't want to tell me about. I'm just not ready. I'm tense and  frustrated, and right now I don't want to drown in the overwhelming  tides of my relationship with Gian. I don't want to think about how my  brother is suffering. I know he's getting help. I know that when the  time is right I'll talk with Gian.

I realize what I need more than anything is for Margot and I to hang out  tonight. I go down to the spa, and when she sees what I'm wearing, her  eyes get super wide.

"We should dance tonight," I tell her.

"Are you sure  …  after-" Margot looks weary.

And I can understand why. But I don't want to worry about anything  tonight. "I need to feel unburdened and unstressed like I did before  that really terrible ending to the last time we danced. I told Gian that  I can do what I want with my body, and if he still has a problem, then  it's with me."

Margot looks convinced and I can tell that she would much rather be having fun than being worried.

"My brother is not doing so well and I just need a distraction," I say quietly.

"Oh, babe," Margot says and rubs my shoulders. "Sure thing babe. I had  customers from hell today," she whisper to me. "I could use some relief.  Let me finish closing up and then we'll go to the club."

When we slink backstage, my stomach turns at little at how poorly the  last dance ended. But everything before that was fun, and this time  should be fun, too.

Margot and I pick a good ballad and tease out our hair. This is for us.  The fact that our boobs are pushed up so high they might touch our noses  is basically beside the point.

I already feel lighter and happier.

When the music starts, she and I go out and dance as if there is no one there to watch and it's just she and I having fun.

But I do look to the audience as our number ends  …  and I can't believe what I'm seeing!

Gian is in the audience, meeting with that same man from before. And  though I see Gian grit his teeth, he gives me a small smile. I know he's  trying to let me do my own thing and that neither of us wants to have  another fight.

Which may have worked out perfectly fine if a guy several tables up  hadn't grabbed my ass when I got closer to the end of the stage.

It happens so fast that I almost don't process it. Gian punches that guy  right in the face, hard enough for blood to spatter on Gian's crisp  white shirt and make a loud, wet sound that makes me cringe.

Some security guys cart the guy off, who looks so shocked. I bet that  guy never grabs another ass in his life, and good riddance.

But now Gian is totally pissed.

"You just don't know how to keep your women under control. Though this  situation is definitely much better than our little murderous wife  cadre," the man with Gian says.

Oh God.

Gian is married. That has to be what that means. But I see Gian every  day and I know that he was living in that penthouse suite. I should be  angrier, but I trust Gian to know that there is more to this story. I  still don't want to fight with Gian.

"Take me home, when you can," I say to Gian.

Gian narrows his eyes at the man he was talking to. "It's done for. Square?"

"Square," that man says, and he walks out of the club.

Margot walks over to Gian and I, and I give her a hug. "We have bad luck  with hobbies, so I guess it probably wouldn't be safe to put us near  knitting needles or anything," I say to her with a laugh.

She laughs nervously.

Gian is nice enough to smile tentatively.

"I'm going to head home for the night. Breakfast tomorrow, Lucy?" Margot says with her own weak smile.

"Definitely babe. Though I'm probably going to see Tommy tomorrow, so  it'll be quick," I tell her. That's when the nurse on duty had said  would be the first day that I could visit. I can't wait to see Tommy,  even though I know he's been through hell. I want to see him and hug him  and tell him that soon he'll be on the other side of all of this.

"Yeah, sure thing," Margot says and turns to leave.

"Lucy, I have to tell you … " Gian starts.

"Take me upstairs and fuck me, Gian," I say, stepping up on my tiptoes  and wrapping my arms around Gian's neck. "I don't want to fight. I don't  want to talk. I'm worried about Tommy and I just need to feel you  inside me right now."