Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride(25)

I decided I'd better get wine tonight. The way things were going, it promised to be my last chance to drink before I was pregnant.

The casino was dazzling. I'd never been anywhere like it.

This was one business the Rossini family had never gotten into. My father would've strangled me if he knew I was here, his good girl in a viper's nest of sin and unchained impulses. Even the neon colors and constant chime of slots on the floor overwhelmed the senses.

David's hand squeezed mine tight. We'd just finished a dinner at the casino's top restaurant, taking a VIP booth to ourselves. He'd talked about how he built the casino, seeming half-bored as he ticked off all the details about gambling and tourism.

It was a reminder that this kinda business didn't excite him. Murder, war, and ordering his cold faced men around was what brought sparks to his eyes.

Outside on the floor, he was more lively. He pushed crisp hundreds into my hand and told me to make my bet at the roulette table. The first two rounds, I lost handily, over a thousand dollars gone in an instant.

“Here. We're gonna win that shit back, double or nothing, babe.” He pressed a fatter stack of bills into my palms.

I looked up, knowing there was at least several thousand in my hand. David probably wasn't much richer than my father, but he was so much more loose with his money, riskier in every way.

“You're sure about this?” I whispered.

“Fuck yeah. Buck up, pet. Have some fucking confidence. A losing streak's only a loss if you throw in the fucking towel.” The sharp glint in his eye told me he was betting on more than money here.

The man was asserting himself, reminding me he was a wolf at the table as well as between the sheets. The solemn faced casino attendant took my money, exchanging it for chips, and then waited for bets from the other neat dressed, older men around the table.

The game began. David swept my little hand into his and squeezed it tight. The ball rolled.

My jaw dropped as it circled around and around, slowing near my number on red. David slapped me on the back before the dealer tapped the mark where it stopped and pointed to me.

“Told you we'd get that fucker back under control. Go pick up your spending cash.” I laughed as he gave me a playful shove toward the table.

The chips weighed so light in my hand, but they'd turn into nearly five figures when I cashed them in. David's face revealed nothing except a faint hidden amusement.

I wondered if he'd given the dealer a secret signal, rigged it with magnets or something. Did it make my victory at the table any less, though? Had it made me trust him any less?

Hell no, I told myself. I wasn't just with a man who was a born winner, but the man who owned the whole damned game.

After I got our cash, we headed for the spa. The place was as ritzy and glamorous as the rest of the casino. I was looking forward to a massage, something I'd only been able to enjoy once before on a rare school retreat near the Canadian border.#p#分页标题#e#

David stripped off his jacket, shirt, and slacks and flopped down on the table with total confidence. I changed next to him, wondering why I was still so self-conscious when he'd done far more than see me naked.

“Fuck, you're beautiful.”

My face heated, and then everything else. I looked over and saw him staring at me, stubble chin propped up on his strong hands like a lion laying in the sun.

“I promised the bitches working us a fat tip if they limber us both up,” he said, dragging his eyes up my body, starting at my ankles and rising to my chest. “Gonna need you all soft and refreshed tonight, babe. If you're not on this cock in a few hours, I'll fuck a hole right through this table.”

He rolled his hips once and grunted, moving his erection against the padded massage table through his towel.

So mad, so crude, so unexpected. I laughed.

“I'll see what I can do.” I blinked, anger and lust firing in my belly. God, I still sounded like a stupid, shy little girl.

Shaking my head, I locked eyes with him, clearing my throat. “Better make sure you're in order too, David. I'm not going to be happy if you knot up while I'm riding your cock tonight.”

“Fuck!” He closed his eyes, a rough smile tugging at his lips. “I was wondering how long it would take for my nasty ass mind to start rubbing off you on, babe. Keep it up. We got a lot more rubbing to do before I'm done claiming every inch of your sweet fucking skin.”

He raised an arm and held it out to me. I took his hand, loving his heat when it closed over my fingers. We held hands for a long time – real long. I didn't mind the delay, though.

The spa was so peaceful. A high waterfall trickled into a pool several feet behind us. If I listened closely, I swore I heard the soft chirps and calls high on the branches above. Or maybe the place just had one hell of a sound system looping a track from the rainforest.