Page 53 of Road to Redemption

“I can’t focus.” Kiera grumbled.

Dom shook her head. “That’s because there’s no stakes. It’s fucking cereal, not cash.”

Scoffing, Spencer raised an eyebrow. “Well, not all of us are billionaires.”

An idea came to mind, one I knew Kiera would hate. But I was pretty sure I could get her to bite. Something she’d equally love and hate — the perfect bet.

“Strip poker, then.” I smiled.

“Yes!” Spencer clapped, that boyish grin telling me she was ready to take Kiera for all she was worth. Which was a whole lot.

“Barter with a piece of clothing. You win, we take off an item. We win, you take one off.” Watching her closer, I tried to calm my aching clit. I remembered every inch of her, every single curve of flesh. And the thought of seeing her on display like that for us…

Kiera’s eyes flicked between us, equally hungry for more of her even after our private flight.

But I could see the spark of competition in them too, the way she didn’t want to back down from the challenge. “Fine, deal me in.”

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KIERA

I wasn’t sure why I’d agreed to this. Of course, the idea of getting the three of them naked was alluring — what better distraction could there be from whatever fuckery was happening outside our iron cage?

It would be fun to have them walking around with their bodies on display for me, doing whatever I wanted the rest of the night. Maybe Spencer could make me cookies again. And the idea of making Dom swallow her pride… I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity.

But the reality of the situation was much chillier than my fantasy. I didn’t know the first thing about playing poker, and my captors had apparently figured out how to make it a team sport.

The winner chose who stripped next from the players who stayed in. I could fold to protect myself, but not in consecutive rounds. And given the choice between prolonging my suffering and fighting back, I was going to go down swinging.

“Four of a kind,” Leo smirked, laying two kings out in front of her. “Kiera strips.”

“Shocker,” I murmured, pulling off my left sock and tossing it at her.

Spencer quickly dove across the coffee table, snatching up the sock from Leo’s side and giving it a sniff.

“You’re such a pervert!” I protested as she shoved it into her pocket, but Dom just shrugged in Spencer’s defense.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Viper.”

“Spencer didn’t even win that round,” I pouted.

But before I could lodge another complaint, it was Dom’s turn to deal us in.

This was getting ridiculous — using my newbie status to my advantage, I’d managed to hustle Leo out of her pants and Spencer out of her shirt — but there were only so many hands that beginner’s luck would turn my way.

I was down to one sock, a bra, and underwear, and from my seat on the couch, my body was completely bared. All it would take was a few more bad hands before I’d lost everything — a fact that my opponents seemed to revel in.

Spencer wasn’t shy about letting her eyes roam over my exposed body, snatching up every scrap of my clothing she could get her hands on like she was collecting materials for a shrine. Leo was more respectful in her gaze, but there was no hiding the outcome she was hoping for. Every inch of exposed skin was a reminder that I was hers to break.

And Dom… I couldn’t tell if she was doing this because she wanted to fuck me or embarrass me. Probably both.

I wouldn’t make it easy for them, though. If they were going to tip the scale by working together, then it was only right that I created an advantage of my own.

As Dom laid the first three community cards, I watched Lady pad across the loft. Clearly, she could sense the feral energy in the air and knew it was time to take herself to bed. But as she crossed behind Dom, she drew my eye to just the tool I needed: a mirror.

It wasn’t a head on view, which was how I’d missed it in the first place. But if I leaned just a little to my left, it gave me a pretty decent view of Spencer and Dom’s hands. I’d still have to guess what Leo was holding, but it would be a lot easier to win if I knew two-thirds of the cards in play.

“Earth to Kiera?” Dom grumbled. “If you don’t make a bet, I’ll let these chucklefucks choose for you.”