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Her hair was golden silk that cascaded down her back, resting just above her perfectly round ass, and it moved side to side with her walk, brushing across her hips and touching them softly the way I longed to. That was before she swept it up and knotted it in a messy bun on top of her head, exposing her slender neck.
She was untouched.
Pure.
Innocent.
So sweet I could practically taste her on my tongue.
She was like an effervescent light in the midst of the black slums surrounding her, illuminating the room in a way the neon and expensive lighting of the room couldn’t.
Patrons played, downing drinks sloppily as they laughed and accepted drinks from her with cocky grins. It was then I noticed the green and gold Empire Sevens shirt stretched across her perky breasts.
Anger and need exploded inside me.
No fucking way.
She was one of ours, walking the room with Kennedy like a seasoned member of our waitstaff, but there was no way in all the hells on Earth that she was would be allowed to remain working in my casino. Over my dead, hard, needy body would she stay.
I was clean, living with my addiction the best way I knew how, but I wouldn’t be able to control myself around someone so perfectly untouched—someone so fresh and clean—so untainted by the world around her.
She was virginal.
No doubt about that.
I was already imagining what my cock would feel like breaking through the thin skin keeping her that way.
I growled, biting my lip to keep myself from howling like a wild beast. Looking at her, I felt crazy. As if I were within an inch of losing control of myself and swooping in and snatching her up like a starving bird would their prey.
She was just a tiny mouse.
An innocent angel scampering down the corrupt streets of Sin City.
Fire flickered inside my groin, rekindling the flames of my addiction as if I hadn’t just spent the past six months of my life clean and surviving. Just one look at her and I tumbled off the metaphorical wagon, relapsing right back into my role of a sex junkie. Craving just a hit of her touch. Yearning for the feel of her body and the release her tightness could give me.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me she was a virgin.
I fucking knew it.
Just looking at her was all it took. I could practically smell her virgin blood like a vampire needing to feed and starving out of my fucking mind.
Reaching up, I ran my fingers through my thick hair and tugged, feeling more tortured than I ever had in my entire life. Not even being prodded with a red-hot poker for information had burned me as badly, and I had a feeling this girl would scar me far worse than any hot poker ever could.
Mentally.
Physically.
If she stayed, she would fuck me up.
My skin itched, my fingertips throbbing to touch her. My heartbeat drilled behind my ribs, making my adrenaline spike. I was like a heroin addict seconds away from scoring.
Turning, I slammed my finger against the button of the closest elevator. Once it opened, I escaped inside and pressed myself against the back wall as if I were trying to get away from Satan himself. I didn’t breathe again until the door closed, and she was blocked from my view.
Waving my access pass, I pressed the button for the top floor, and when the elevator doors opened once again, I turned right to Kade’s place instead of left for my own, eating up the space to his door with quick, angry strides.
He had something to do with the angel downstairs.
I just knew it.
