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Enzo leaned into my ear. “Play, and don’t drop that cigarette from your lips,” he whispered, his warm breath making me shiver because I knew what he meant.
Enzo smirked at Jameson before he spread my legs on his lap. I inhaled a sharp breath, which sent way too much smoke into my lungs. I fought the urge to cough as his hand rode up my thigh beneath the high-top blackjack table. I tried to focus on the two cards resting in front of me on the felt as the dealer stared at me. Enzo rubbed me through my panties.
Seven...seven and two...I tapped the table, and the dealer tossed out another card. King of clubs. Nineteen. No bust.
With tight lips, Jameson chose to stand. The dealer flipped his second card, matching Jameson’s eighteen but losing to me by one. My hand trembled as I raked the chips into my pile. I dug my fingers into the plastic of one as the smoke blew from my mouth harder than it should have. It was damn near impossible to keep control as Enzo played with me under the table.
He’s out of his goddamn—
I couldn’t moan or I’d drop the cigarette. The fragile ash grew longer at the tip, and one spasm of my body would knock it loose and drop it onto my lap. Enzo was hard as fuck beneath me.
Jameson kept glancing between my legs, his hard cock visible through his jeans. The dealer dealt out another hand. I gripped the wooden side of the table for dear life as Enzo’s finger made circles around my clit. The dealer knew what was happening, but he pretended he didn’t. My legs trembled. It took so much work to keep the moans in my throat, because the moment they rose from my vocal cords, they’d explode from my lips. My abdomen sucked in, trying to give my body anything else to focus on besides the growing pleasure between my legs. I kept my eyes on the dealer’s twirled mustache or the uneven stack of chips in front of me. Enzo quickened his touch, and I tightened my lips on the cigarette, trying to keep it balanced between them. The dealer dealt my cards and just as I was about to come, I snatched the cigarette from my mouth.
“Blackjack!” I screamed as a queen and an ace landed in front of me. The word was so laced with my orgasm that it was impossible to hide. Heat flushed my cheeks and when I looked back at Enzo, he was smiling.Fuck you.
Enzo dropped his hand from between my legs and grabbed my other thigh, pulling them together possessively. I wiped ash from the table. Jameson’s fair skin was mottled red, either from anger or being turned on, maybe both.
“I’ll meet you at your room in the morning, Jameson. Balance the books then,” Enzo said as he pushed me off his lap. He grabbed me by the waist and tugged me toward the casino's exit.
He was still hard as we got to the elevators. The bell rang above us and the doors spread open, welcoming us inside. Enzo hit the button for the seventeenth floor. I held the “door open” button as I fumbled with Enzo’s pants. He wiped his chin and smirked, shaking his head. He looked up at the camera.
“No, Gia,” he commanded.
I let go of the button long enough to undo his pants and slip the zipper down. I eased him out of his boxers and hit the “door open” button once more. I needed more time. I was good with my mouth, but I wasn’t thirty-seconds good.
His eyes glanced at the cameras above him again. “You know Jameson’s family owns this casino, right?”
“I know,” I said with a shrug. I ran my fingers along the buttons, hitting every floor before seventeen, and allowed the door to close as I dropped to my knees. I took Enzo into my mouth. As the floor turned to two, he tensed. The doors would open at each floor, potentially putting us on display. I took him to the back of my throat.
“Goddamn it, Gia,” he groaned as his fingers gripped the metal handles behind him. The floor turned to three, then four. Everydingmade my heart race, waiting for the lurch of the elevator and the doors to open. He fisted my hair and guided me faster and deeper on his cock. I gagged, but fought back another one.
Ding. Ding.
The elevator kept ascending, my nerves growing raw with every floor that passed. “You couldn’t wait five minutes to get your mouth on me, could you?” he groaned.
I shook my head. It seemed fair. And yet even then, it was much more private than what he’d done to me out there. The elevator climbed further, closer and closer to our floor. I knew Enzo was riding his ascent too as he thrust his hips against my mouth, making me take him as deep as I could. Tears rolled from the corners of my eyes, smearing my makeup.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned. Just as the elevator made a finaldingbefore the doors spread open, his warm come hit the back of my throat. He held the button to keep the doors open as I licked up his twitching dick. He grabbed my chin in a rough grasp. “Good girl.”
ChapterThree
Enzo
Igrabbed a bottle from the minibar in our room. Gia was fast asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. Even working with the O’Rileys caused an itch that grew until it felt unscratchable. I drew a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, slipping out onto the patio to smoke. As I closed the door, it slid along the track with a squeal.
The bustle of the casino created an extra beat in my heart. I missed my old goddamn life. I looked through the patio door’s dingy glass and stared at Gia’s bundled-up body in bed. I missed my old life, sure, but I couldn’t imagine any life without Gia. She destroyed everything in her path like a wrecking ball, and yet I couldn’t stay mad at her for ruining everything I’d worked toward. When I brought her to my home, I never expectedthatto become what this turned into. I thought there’d be some good hate sex, we’d get paid, and she’d go on her merry little way as a goddamn Silvani. She’d do her thing, and I’d remember how she felt on my dick for the rest of my life. Instead, she shook everything up and broke me. I wasn’t some weak fucker looking forlove.I didn’tneedanything she had to offer besides what was between her legs. Neither of uswantedwhat happened between us. She forced us into a new life where neither of us had a damn choice. I was terrified to love, but I was more afraid of losing her.
I never used to be scared of shit.
I drew in a deep breath of smoke, letting the nicotine weasel into my bloodstream. I wanted to take on the damn world with her by my side, but it couldn’t happen, even if I somehow got back to the city. She was an untouchable. Well, not so muchuntouchable as much as it was incredibly fucking dumb to touch her. We could never be whatever we thought we could be. I couldn’t go home and run my household with her. A goddamn Silvani. What a conflict of interest. I’d never be able to make the right decisions when it came to her family with the swell of my dick clouding my judgment.
I closed the door as I came back into the hotel room. I slipped off my dress shirt, leaving my ribbed t-shirt in place. I glanced back at Gia before leaving the room. The sounds of gambling drew me like a moth to a fiery flame. I knew that shit was illegal. No family in this lifestyle conducted legal businesses. Not fully, at least. That meant the underbelly of that place was seedy as shit, and I was curious to find out what it was filled with.
The big metal door slammed behind me as I took the staircase down to the basement. Sweat dripped down my temples as I reached the last stairwell. My gun weighed my hip down on my right side. I walked down a long, dark hallway. The old fluorescent lights flickered on and off. I was definitely in the underbelly. It was disgustingly silent, without an ounce of music or casino noise. My steps echoed off the walls. I tried doors on my way down the hall, but all were locked. My eyes caught a glimpse of a toolbox by the wall. I dug around for anything I could use to pick the lock of the handle that showed the dark grease of use on the metal. My hands found a small screwdriver, and I kneeled and envisioned the internal mechanism as I put it into the lock. I worked it until it popped open for me. Sweat dripped down my cheeks, and I wiped it away. Keeping my hand on my revolver, I opened the door and stepped into the dark room. Motion sensors flashed and filled the space with light.
I walked into an office. There were business ledgers everywhere. I looked through them. It was textbook laundering. The paper trail looked clean enough to pass an inspection, but being in the business, I could easily see the way they moved the money around. I flipped a few more pages until my eyes snagged on a name that made my mouth go dry. I turned back to the page.
Bianchi. As in Bullseye fucking Bianchi.
