Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(5)

Lucy's strength only makes me respect her moxie more. Lucy is tough as  nails, and she has more willpower than I'm betting myself and her  brother have combined.

It's really a damn shame I'm even in her life.

But that's about as sorry as I'm going to feel for myself now because  tonight, I'm sinking my cock in her and watching her come undone around  me. How fucking much my life has changed in this one minute, no one  knows. People still assume, not just Lucy, that all I do is fuck around.  It doesn't matter to them that I'm married. I rarely see my wife and no  one-much less her-has any expectations for me.         

     



 

There's no way that Lucy knows I'm married. I realize this now. She's a  sweet girl, willing to do something that's pretty fucking crazy, but I  know she's going to be pissed if she finds out. I say if, but shit that  people aren't supposed to know has a point of biting someone in the ass.  Because I've got to get in front of that, I resolve that I'll tell her  that I'm married. But not tonight. There's enough for her to take in and  take on that she doesn't need one more crazy thing to deal with. I'll  deal with that later. Is that a mistake? Sure, probably, but I don't ask  permission; I don't apologize. I forge ahead no matter what happens.  Lucy is mine. Keeping her happy isn't exactly sunshine and roses. I'll  take care of her brother, and everything else is going to have to fall  into place, no matter how messy that might be.

"I'll be upstairs in a few. I'll make sure Tommy is taken care of," I  say again, letting her know that she can go ahead and go to the  penthouse now. That would've been clear before, but I couldn't keep my  hands off of her.





5





Gian





The truth is, I'm not taking care of much. Tommy will be taken care of,  but I'm a billionaire casino magnate and I don't need to worry about  taking care of my own shit most of the time. I'll deal with a few  things, mostly coordinating things, and then I'm going to watch Lucy on  my cameras once the key code activates them. I want to stalk her every  move. Partly because watching her when she thinks she is alone turns me  on, and part of me has to watch because I have to know the truth. People  reveal the truth when you're watching and they think they are alone.

I'm a paranoid man. After what happened with my wife, well, that's wise.

But I'll be sure to vet Lucy. I agreed to this out-of-the-blue  agreement, and I'm letting her go up to my penthouse. I'd be an even  bigger fool than I already fucking am if I took all this shit sight  unseen. If she has any ulterior motives, then I'm sure to glimpse them  before I head upstairs.

Antonio shows up in a few moments. He looks at my glass, and then looks  away so quickly that he probably thinks I didn't notice. I doubt he  would dare if he fucking knew I could see him.

I'm not one for needlessly terminating my employees, but it has  happened. More than once. When I terminate an employee, it's no  light-handed issue. I take away everything they value, in front of them,  and then theirs is the last life I take.

Now, is that a little irrational? Perhaps. But for me, it's a matter of  respect. Still, my senses are now over-activated in my need to see every  little detail about Lucy. I'll relax, for now. I'm not exactly a  powerful man if I have to swing my dick constantly for everyone else to  see, anyhow. Antonio is a good employee.

"Get me a water and get Tommy transported. Special care. No bruises, but  he has to comply. I don't want a scene." Lucy wouldn't like her brother  getting banged up or gathering media attention, and I trust Antonio to  keep either from happening.

I call Lorenzo. "Wipe Tommy off the books, clean slate, and line up  meetings with the other Heads of State, because they're taking him clean  with them, too." In some ways, doing mob shit really is just running a  business. When it comes to this city, we're the ones who rule it. And  having an assistant schedule your meetings isn't all that different.  Lorenzo is an assistant  …  with a talent for strangling people I want  gone, but an assistant nonetheless.

Lorenzo says the affirmative and I hang up. He's gotta be shocked with  what's going down and so quickly, but of course he's not going to show  it. I never let anyone know every reason why I do something, and this is  no different. I keep my enemies and my friends confused, and that's how  I stay safe.

It should be fairly simple to set everything up to save Tommy, really,  despite all the money involved. And that means I won't have anything to  distract me from Lucy.

However, I do know one particular fuck is going to be a problem-Luke  Gravos. He's not just any rich fucker, he's a dirty biker cunt who has  zero goddamn class as far as I'm concerned. He wears the suits when he  needs to, but he's a dirty fucking biker at heart. Being a rich kingpin  spanning plenty of industries and supply chains ... he's not going to  take lightly the notion that I'm looking to make a bargain with nothing  much in it for his ass. I mean, there are things I can offer, but I know  how he thinks. The honor behind it and the value behind it for me,  that's whats going to set him off. I dial his number now, praying for  voicemail. Surely he's burying his dick in something too dirty to come  to the phone right now, and he'll appreciate that I made the effort to  reach out and I'll deal with his scummy ass tomorrow.

The phone rings three times and I'm thanking my lucky stars.

"Y'llo?" the fucker picks up.

I grit my teeth but take care to relax my mouth before I respond. "We  need to come to terms on something you won't like." I make a swift turn  for the camera room-not the one the regular guards use, but the one I  have on a panel that takes me to the cameras for the penthouse. "We'll  make it easier for you to like."

I want to turn on the cameras right now.

Luke's breathing on the other line. He wants me to listen to him take  his time, because he knows me calling him like that puts me in a  position where I need to make him happy.

I figure I'll go ahead and turn those cameras on without sound. I can at  least look at her. She'll be in there, soon. My cock jerks in my  trousers, so fucking ready to see her. Soon, to hear her and feel her.

"Yuh, tomorrow, four, your place. Square?" Luke sounds to be in a better  mood. Distracted, even. That could work to my advantage. If he's  already got shit on his plate, then maybe I'll close this deal we'll  have to make faster than I expected.

"Four's solid. Thanks," I say. I'm fucking grateful. I hang up and look at the cameras.

She's stepping inside, tentatively. Lucy doesn't know I'm watching her,  so she's not putting on a brave front. I can see she's fucking  terrified. Her body is practically trembling, but when she uses the key  on the door, she's making use of a few deep breaths to steel herself.

Breathe, baby girl. I'm going to take such good care of you.

Of course, she's starting to get a little less tense, but then it rises  again. This is a lot to take. Seeing her in this kind of distress makes  me want to reach for a glass, but I'd rather take a drink of her than  down the bottom of a bottle. I groan. Lucy is walking around the rooms.  She sits on the couch. Then the bed. She can't seem to decide what to  do. It's pretty clear that if she's up to something devious, she hasn't  actually worked up the nerve to do it. But, really, she just doesn't  know what to with herself. Lucy already laid all her cards on the table.

She's a caged animal. And I'm a sick fucker because that gets my cock rock hard.

This is the best I can hope for-Lucy will never want me because of me,  she's going to enjoy me despite herself. It turns my stomach to be such a  pig, but I push that down just like I push down every fiery crackle  inside me until my soul is cinder and ash.

Lucy is fidgeting and can't find out where to sit or how to be. Getting  up from the sofa, avoiding the elegant wingback chair (perhaps she  rightly assumes that chair is mine and it kind of touches me that she  doesn't want to sit there), and heading back to the massive bed, I watch  her run her hands over the edge of the bedspread. Lucy is lost in  thought. I would love to know what she's thinking.

Though I bet I wouldn't exactly love her thoughts.

I'm just so fucking fascinated with her.

I want to see those long legs slung over the bed and I want to be between them.

Lucy bounces up and heads toward the bathroom mirror. I watch her and  she's looking at herself in the mirror. Her jaw is going slack, her eyes  are more hooded now. She's looking at herself with scrutiny, and  there's an unmistakable fog of lust in her eyes. Her fingers tuck under  her blouse and she pulls it up over her head. The cups of her silky,  lacy lingerie are promising the creamy peachy flesh beneath to me.

I grip my cock over my trousers. Fuck.

She unzips the skirt and the panties she's wearing, fuck. They have a  little butterfly over her pretty pussy and the ass is sheer with a  peekaboo hole peeping over the top of her ass with a ribbon. Fuck. This  is not slutty lingerie. The outfit, the lingerie, she's got a  sophisticated taste for what is sexy and it's my goddamn undoing. I  could have any skank out there, and even though Lucy thinks skank is  what I like, she put this on to come and offer up her virginity.