Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(7)

"Skanky?" I laugh. "Yeah, that's clear."

"I know..." she says, looking down, her cheeks heating with embarrassment.

"I didn't mean that as an insult. Quite the opposite." I press my  forehead against hers, and then lean back to kiss it. "Because you look  goddamn beautiful. You're the most sensual woman I've ever seen. You  have no idea how beautiful you are. Never feel any less than that. And  for the love of all that is good in this world, don't wish to be a  skank. You're more than that, Lucy. There's no one like you."

Something passes between us. She lets herself lean a little closer to me  now and lets her eyes follow. Even as little as it is, she's closing  some of the space between us. Lucy feels whatever this is happening now,  and she's letting herself feel it now. That's the drop of desire that  turns the entire tide of the ocean between us.

The shift between us drives me to release her wrists. I run my fingers up her arms, watching her skin react to me.

She's swallowing. Her eyes are widening.

"I want to kiss you, Lucy," I tell her and crook a finger under her  chin. I tilt her face to look at mine. Those wide hazel eyes look up at  me, and I don't see her fear. I see that beautiful hope lighting up her  wide eyes. It fucking destroys me. I know I'm no good for her. I'm the  end of all things good in her life, in her. But I can't resist. I need  her.         

     



 

"I..." Lucy's voice trails off. "I thought you'd just..."

"Rape you?" I say, my voice dripping with anger despite my attempts to  keep it at bay. Lucy has every reason to think that. She doesn't know  me. "I don't want to take what you're offering, I want you to give it to  me." It's a lie on my part. I do want to take it. But not the way she's  thinking. I want to drown in Lucy, pelt myself to death with her  pleasure and make her collapse in ecstasy. I want her to be spent and  exhausted when we're done. I want to wrap her in my arms tonight and  forget about everything I have to deal with tomorrow. That's the truth. I  can't tell her that I'm so goddamn pathetic.

"I didn't think it was going to be about me at all," she says and sucks  in her lips. "I didn't know you'd want to kiss me," Lucy says and looks  back up into my eyes. "I want to kiss you, too, Gian," she says, and  presses her face closer to mine, closing her eyes and parting her lips.  The 'zhuh' in how she shortens my name. The way those wet cherry lips  look parting for me.

I can't keep the animal within me at bay. I'm not gentle. I kiss her,  holding her face to mine, and my tongue has her, has her mouth. I'm  claiming her, taking her; I'm taking everything. The passion between us  makes my cock jab into her stomach with need. I'm practically trembling  with how much I need her. I'm aching for her. The current between us is a  live wire. Her mouth tastes like vanilla heat, the warmth of summer,  and the soul of something eternally good. I don't release her, I breathe  through her. I breathe her in. I need her. I'm kissing her deep and  tasting everything good in her soul. Everything wicked in mine is  teasing her, touching her, claiming her. I'm covering her in my  wickedness.

Lucy moans into my mouth and I can't take it anymore.

I wrap my arms around her body and hold her close to me. I run a hand to  the small of her back and feel her soft skin. She's untouched, so  innocent, and I have her all to myself. That moan fucking destroys me.

Lucy breaks the kiss and gasps for air. Her eyes are wild when she looks  at me. "I've never …  no one has ever kissed me like that before. I'm  dizzy," Lucy says, grinning. I don't know if she knows she's smiling.  Her voice is confused but her face says it all.

I like you, too, baby girl. This is just the beginning.

"We've barely even started. I'm going to kiss your pussy even better,  and you'll be more than dizzy." I can't help myself. I stalk toward her  and close the space between us. She has to lie down on the bed. I part  her legs with my knees and lower myself until my face is right next to  the fabric of her lacy butterfly.

Lucy gasps. "Oh God," she says so quietly.

In a minute, she'll be saying my name again, if she can form words. I'm going to eat her pussy like it's the end of the world.





7





Lucy





Gian is not the same man to me as Giancarlo Sandoval. I thought he was a  man who was there to destroy me. He's kinder, gentler, than I thought.  But he's not actually kind and gentle. He's raggedly passionate. Gian is  a fire that'll consume every inch of me.

The scary part isn't that anymore. I knew the man was danger. I feared him.

The part that frightens me is that despite knowing all of this, when he  touched me, everything changed. When he kissed me, he sealed my fate.  How was I ever going to breathe again after how he made me feel? My  nipples burn to be touched, my pussy throbs with need, and I'm  trembling. Right now, his mouth is breathing over my pussy in the lacy  panties I wore to impress him.

He approves.

And soon, he devours.

I'd never kissed a man before him, but I wager that the way he kissed me  was in no way at all what I could expect in just any kiss.

That's impossible.

That's improbable.

I inhale and hold my breath. Dear God, his mouth on my aching sex is  enough to make me tremble, and he's only just now tucking his thumbs  into the sides of these panties.

Gian's eyes meet mine. Pulling the panties down my thighs, his eyes never leave me.

I angle my toes down for him and exhale that breath I was holding, a  rush of adrenaline shooting through my body. Oh, God, this is really  happening. Twenty-four hours ago, I was a virgin. Tonight, he's going to  taste me before he takes me, and that's my undoing. He's not the  monster I thought he was ... but he's the monster who decided to claim  me. And I let him. I'm going to let him.

He stoked something within me, some flame inside me that I didn't know  was burning before, and now is burning bright enough to scorch  everything else out in the flames.

Gian has the power to keep my brother safe. He's actually doing it. So  my plan worked-despite the hitch where I belong to this man. Oh God does  that mean he's going to marry me?

I look back into his eyes and see a downright bemused look.

"You can stop that train of thought now or I can stop it for you," Gian  says, leaning forward so I feel the heat from his mouth on my now bared  pussy.

"What?" I say stupidly. I'm lost in thought one second, and now he's offering me a choice.

His tongue slides down the folds of my pussy.

A false choice.

Everything evaporates from my mind and my body glistens from his touch.  I'm covered in sweat and my pussy is wet for him-not just from his  tongue's own dampness, but my increasing wetness from arousal at his  touch. Gian licks, flicks, kisses, and sucks every inch of my most  intimate parts. I gather the bedspread in my hands, crumpling massive  wads into my hands as I cry out at the sensation. An enormous pressure  builds inside of me and I have to actually try to breathe. I'm moaning,  low, needy, insistent. I lean forward and bring my hands to his hair,  tentatively. I want to tangle my fingers in his dark hair and rub my  pussy on his stubbled face. That's a new kind of urging from inside me  that I've never known before, but the way that my pussy is aching, it  feels like the only thing I can handle right now is more of him. That's  what causes the ache, what will solve it, and everything I need. The  softness of his lips, the firm wetness of his tongue, and the tickling  feel of his stubble all together burn that flame inside me so strong  that threatens to consume me. I relent to my desire, no matter how  strange it is to me, and bring my hands to his face. My legs shake and I  lift them to rest them on his shoulders. My hands are pressing Gian's  face to me where it feels best, I let my head fall back. One of his  hands reaches up inside the flimsy, wireless cup of the bra of my  lingerie and captures my breast. The fireflies of sensation that travel  from my clit to my nipple and back cause me to gasp. Groans erupt from  my lips. I suck in one breath only to push another out, and everything  makes my pussy flutter. The intensity building up inside of me keeps  going until it's something more.

That pressure tensing in my stomach and flowing to my pussy is growing  into something much stronger. I feel the heat surging through me melt to  molten liquid, burning at my core, all the fluid and desire culminating  in my lower abdomen and my pussy. I can't believe my whole body can  harmonize with what's orchestrated on my pussy, but the waves of  pleasure that Gian draws from me there are undeniable. I shiver at the  intensity of it all. I'm on the brink of something I don't understand. I  know the idea of an orgasm, but the sensation is so much more intense  feeling than I could've imagined. I feel the distinct urge to push, and  I'm not sure why I would deny my body's instincts. Everything within me  is aching for everything Gian gives me. So if my body wants to push, and  I've had such intense pressure, I will. It seems easier to think about  it than it is to do it, though, and I struggle for a moment to catch my  breath. I inhale deeply, every sensation fluttering through my pussy and  making the ache grow so good inside of me. There are roots of ecstasy  thriving within me. I push out with my inner walls when I exhale, and I  feel waves and tides of pleasure drain my body of all energy. I inhale  and squeeze with those same inner walls, and repeat this dance of desire  to the rising tides of my orgasm building up within me. I'm a vessel  for the most incredible sensations in my life, and I can't believe how  good I feel. The top of my head feels like it might burst off from  everything my body is going through. I can feel the moisture from my  pussy, flowing out through the strength of my orgasm. And I feel that  wetness being lapped up eagerly by Gian.