Stepbrother Unsealed(31)

Delia jumps out of her seat and lets out a yelp. The dealer frowns, grudgingly passes me my winnings, and I throw a chip back for a tip.

By some freak miracle, we've just hit it fucking big. The thousands that stack up in a neat pile when I cash in are almost like half a mission's hazard pay. I tuck it into my wallet and head to the ATM for a deposit. It's never good to carry too much excess in Vegas, especially when we're going out after dark on the streets.

“Holy shit, Chris, what're you going to do with all that money?”

“Give some back to my lucky charm,” I tell her with a wink. Maybe it's the casino's humidity, but there's a light, sexy glow to her underneath all the lights, a gentle halo of sweat along her brow.

I can't resist. It's a fairly lonely spot next to the cash machines, so I corner her, push her against the wall, and brush my lips over hers.

It's insane, it's wrong, and I can't fucking stop. She gasps pure pleasure when I grab her bare thigh. I dig my fingers into her flesh, all I can do to fight the burning urge to slide my hand up, find out what kind of panties she's wearing, how damned soaked they are.#p#分页标题#e#

I'll only feel them for a heartbeat before they're gone for the night, leaving her wide open for all the rowdy, savage things I want to do between her thighs.

“Chris...what the hell...” she's half drunk, but not so gone that she doesn't understand that look in my eyes.

“I was wrong about you, babe. Dead fucking wrong. I don't give a shit if you've never had a man between your legs or if our parents shacked up like idiots.” My voice turns into thunder as I drag my hand off, wrap both around her back, and cup her ass, pulling her to me. “I fucking need this. Pick a place for dinner, and load up. No more drinks. I want you sober, well fed, whatever you need to stay up all night and take my cock.”

She trembles so hard I can feel it. At first, I think she's going to flip, overwhelmed with my about face. Then she jerks forward, shoving her lips into mine.

I push back. Hard.

We kiss, wet and hot and wild, for the next few minutes while people walk behind me. I can't pretend with her anymore.

I need, need, need to fuck her, claim her, show her what she's done to me. The taboo only makes it worse. I want her because she's hot and pure, because my stupid mother made her off limits.

Or, I should say, she tried. And she's about to fail miserably.

Truth is, no woman's off limits for Chris Cleveland, and Delia's going to be my best fuck ever by the end of the night.

“Come on, baby, hurry up and pick a place.” I'm dragging her down the Vegas strip, reading every other menu, going toward the edgy part of town.

“Holy crap, wait, look at this!” Delia points to this goofy looking comedy club, one more thing we'll have a whole week to see. She needs to make up her mind about dinner.

My stomach keeps growling and I barely care. I know she's got to be hungry too, and we need to eat.

My cock won't stop begging me to skip dinner and deal with the much more pressing hunger first, but I want her ready for me with no distractions.

The girl can't keep up. She falls behind me, dizzy and wowed by Vegas at night, the city of lights yawning wide in all its glory.

It's like the third time it's happened. The first two times, I found her gawking at some Vegas sight, and had to march backwards to take her hand and lead her along. This time, I'll drag her if I have to.

We're getting further away from the lights and all the tourist areas. Stone faced men sulk in the shadows, looking out at us from the alleys, beggars and bastards who'd love to lay their hands on a drunk, rich girl who's lost in Vegas.

It's not just about playing protector. I'm moving this night along.

I need that pussy tonight, and every second we waste gallivanting around Vegas is delaying me from sinking inside her hot, tight sweetness.

“What the fuck, babe? You need me to carry you around in those heels, or what?”

There's no reply, and I turn around. Shit.

Delia's gone.

She's disappeared inside what looks like this cheesy fortune telling and magic show. I curse and fly up the short steps, consoling myself because it's one more reason to find out how nice that ass of hers bounces underneath my palms.

I'm going to spank her ass raw from getting away from me like this.

When I get inside the place, sex is about the last thing on my mind.

There's not even a door concealing the entrance, but a cheap burgundy curtain. The place smells dank the instant I walk in, and I nearly trip on some old boards.

Fucking hell. It's abandoned, and it clearly hasn't been locked up very well by the city. My heart shoots adrenaline into my system, and I scan the darkness for her.#p#分页标题#e#

The place is like a small theater inside, with several rooms full of seats and separate stages. It's dark and seedy as shit. I'm wondering what the hell she was thinking by rushing in here alone, but something isn't right, and it's hard to give a shit about anything except finding her safe.