Page 15 of Sin City


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Adjusting herself, she clears her throat. “Jameson, you asked for me to give you my top three picks for your new tattoo shop, mind you withveryshort notice…” She rolls her eyes. I will let this slide…once. “But I am very good at what I do. So, with that said, I have them. The first one, this one is my favorite.” She passes me the folder to look over. “As you can see, this one is a little on the higher end, one point six million dollars. However, the location is in the heart of the city and will produce the best foot traffic. And that is what you’re going to need to build your business here in Seattle, where in Vegas you are highly desired for your work––”

“Is two million too much to offer?” I slide the folder back over to her.

She blinks her eyes a few times. “I’m sorry…You want to offer four hundred thousand over asking before hearing about the other two locations?”

I lean forward. “Yes. You said it is your favorite place and you are very good at your job. I trust your pick. I do not need to see what is in the other folders.”

“Okay, this is very unheard of, but all right. I will submit the offer in the morning to the realtor.”

I sit back, grinning at her. “Great.”

Now that the building discussion was out of the picture, we are able to focus on the most important topic…our marriage. We order our dinner, and she orders wine, but I shake my head and decline. She raises an eyebrow at me. That heavy story is for another time.

I sip my water. “As I mentioned in your office yesterday, I plan on making this marriage work. I do not want to go our separate ways, Aria. I’m all in.”

She takes a big sip of her wine. “Jameson…How can you be so sure when we only had one amazing night together? We know nothing about each other.”

Reaching across the table, I lightly trace her tattoo on her left wrist. “We have our whole lifetime to get to know each other, Angel. Yes, we had an amazing night together, and I want more of that. In fact, I know we will have more amazing nights together.” I pause before I ask her. “Give me three months to show you we can do this.”

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath. She opens them and stares at me for what feels like a lifetime. “Okay. I will give you three months. If this does not work, we will get this marriage annulled. And if you cheat on me, if you haven’t already, you’ll wish you never met me.”

I lean farther across the table. “Never put me in the same category as that worthless piece of shit. I will fuck him out of your mind completely.”

Blushing, she licks her lips.

Glad she sees things my way.

After dinner, I insisted on walking her home, and I thought for sure she was going to tell me no. I was surprised when she agreed to let me. Her apartment is not too far from where we had dinner, about a few blocks away.

She unlocks her door, and before she has the opportunity to ask me if I would like to come in, I grab her by the neck and slam my lips to her plump ones. I’ve been dying to have my lips on hers, to taste her. Rather than pushing me away, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. I bite down on her bottom lip, and she moans into my mouth. I let out a deep growl as I pushed our way into her apartment, slamming the door shut with my foot forcefully.

I pull away from her luscious lips, and breathing heavily, my voice is rough. “Sit on the counter.”

Without a question, she listens to my command, and she goes to sit on the counter like a good girl.

Walking over to her fridge, I grab the glass on the counter and fill it with ice. I turn to her, leaning against the fridge. I pick out an ice cube with my fingers from the glass. “Spread your legs, Angel. I want to see that sweet pussy.”

Her chest is rising up and down. She does as I asked though. I can see that her nude sheer underwear is soaked.

I place the ice back into the glass and stalk over to her. Stopping in front of her, I take my cold, wet fingers and trail them up her inner thigh to the lining of her underwear. I peel her thong down her thick creamy legs. I run my finger over her slit to see how wet she is. She moans loudly. I put my finger in my mouth. “Just as I remembered, sweet as sugar.”

Keeping my eyes on her deep emerald irises, I pick up an ice cube. I glide it over her chest and she jumps at the coldness. “If you move, I will stop. Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head.

The ice cube is dripping on her chest, and I lick it off and kiss along where the water is dripping. Her hands are gripping the counter. I pull back and set the ice cube back in the glass. Unbuttoning her dress one by one. I let out a deep growl when I see her barely there sheer black bra and her nipples are so hard, and they could cut glass. Picking up the ice cube again, I pull her bra down, and I run the ice cube over her nipples. I lean forward to lick the water off. I swirl my tongue around each nub and Aria lets out another moan. Continuing this motion down her whole body and stopping at her pussy.

“Remember if your eyes leave mine, once. I will stop. Do you understand? And you remember what my name is?” I ask in a firm tone.

She nods at me, licking her lips.

“Words, Angel.”

“Diablo, Yes, I do.”

“Good girl.”

I take the ice cube and trace the outside of her pussy. Lowering myself so that I am eye level with her entrance, I take the ice and lightly rub it on her already soaked cunt. The ice and her wetness mixing together is making my mouth water. Placing the cube on my tongue, I press it directly on her clit. Aria jumps again at the coldness of the ice. I grab her thighs firmly so I can hold her in place. Her sounds are floating throughout her kitchen echoing around her apartment. I swirl the ice cube around her clit while adding three fingers into her tight center. I feel her walls contract on my fingers, and I know she is close. I flick my tongue and the ice cube is on top of her clit and she screams as she comes.

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