Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
After last night’s detour, I was back to step five: gradually making my desires known. “I have to work. As much as I’d like to, I can’t live in the Porsche you bought me.”
He grew very still as he said, “I want to take care of you.” In a way, he was pitching me too.
I playfully asked, “Dmitri, are you offering to be my sugar daddy?” In Sin City, the going rate was a bauble an orgasm.
He gazed at me as if he sensed a verbal trap. “I want . . . not to send you running from me again.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me.”
He sighed. “I have more money than I could possibly ever spend, but it brings me no enjoyment. Being with you does, and so I crave time with you. I resent your work for keeping me from what I want. Will you accept more from me?”
Holy shit! I’d never dreamed of a mark like this. The richest, hottest man I’d ever met was teed up for the kill. But my doubts flared again. The nicer he was to me, the harder this job felt. “Why don’t we slow things down a little?” said the con artist to the unbalanced billionaire.
He looked frustrated. “I’m spooking you.”
“You must be leaving Vegas soon.”
He seemed to be weighing his words. Finally he said, “Not without you.”
My jaw slackened.
“That was one of those things I shouldn’t have said aloud, isn’t it?”
Red flags waved all over the place. “This is going too fast.” I struggled for equilibrium.
“Compared to most other couples? Yes. But you and I are both aware of what’s happening.”
I sputtered, “Spell it out for me, big guy.”
“You are going to be mine,” he said. “Exclusively. You’re as good as already.”
I blew out a breath. “Exclusively.” I was supposed to manipulate him over the finish line. This was supposed to take all of my cunning and skill, and assistance from all kinds of rogues across the underbelly of Sin City.
Dmitri was offering himself up for the taking!
It must be a ploy of some kind. My eyes narrowed. Of course! “This is very convenient.” I glared at him.
He looked perplexed. “Now I definitely can’t read you.”
“You promise no sex, hinting about a relationship first. Then, coincidentally, you tell me you happen to want a relationship. Right now! Even though you’ve never had one before. Why, we could sleep with each other this very night!”
“You beautiful stubborn girl,” he said. “I’m not in this merely for sex. I swear to you I won’t fuck you until you are mine alone.” His eyes flashed. “Tonight, you will beg for me inside you, and somehow I will deny myself yet again.”
I studied his face. I could get this guy to marry me. But without a prenup?
It’d be the ultimate con on a billionaire mark. . . .
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Back in the limo, he dragged me into his lap.
I wanted to curl into him and soak up his heat, but I needed to tantalize. “Why do you keep putting me in your lap?”
“Tell me you don’t fit me perfectly, and I will stop.” He started to harden beneath me.
“You said I’d beg for you tonight. You just assume we’ll be intimate?”
“With the way you eye-fucked me all through dinner?” I realized he was playing with me when a glint of humor shone in his eyes. “We’re not only going to be intimate. I’m going to show you how much you’ll enjoy bondage.”
Was I curious? Of course. But I didn’t think I was ready to give up all control. “I’m not sure.”
“You have a safe word,” he said, but his tone held a challenge, as if he dared me not to use it. “You’ll either say it, or you’ll surrender to me.”
I tore my gaze from his face and glanced out the window. “Why are we headed toward my apartment?”
“I want to see where you live.”
Just in case, I’d stowed anything grift-y, and I’d told my family it was off limits. “My place is lame.”
He brought our foreheads together in that way I loved. It made me feel connected to him. Too connected. “You won’t be there much longer, Vika.” Because he wanted to do something about my living situation!
“If you’re so determined to tie me up, you should know I’m fresh out of bondage gear.”
“You’d be surprised what I could improvise with. All I need is a scarf, maybe a couple of belts. I’m sure someone with your interest in clothes will have the items I require.”
“If not for sex, then why would you want to tie me up?”
“To get to the dessert I truly crave.” His cock pulsated beneath me.
I just stopped myself from rubbing my ass against it. “What exactly does that mean?”
He held my gaze as he rasped, “That means I am going to kiss your wet little pussy until your thighs tremble and you drench my tongue. I won’t stop until you scream for me.”
I swallowed. Despite my misgivings, I was so torn.
Because part of me desperately needed a screaming orgasm from this man.
Then reality returned. “I told you I wasn’t interested.”
“Denying me again? Why?”
My cheeks heated as I admitted, “I can’t come from oral sex.”
“Not all of your blushes are the same. I’m going to learn every one.” He reached up and began to pull pins from my hair.
“I’m serious, Dmitri.” I jutted my chin. “Statistically, I’m not alone.”
“You say you can’t simply because you never have before?” As he unbraided my hair, his watchful gaze followed the movements of his hands. I got the impression he’d never freed a woman’s hair before, and wanted to get it right.
“After the last two nights, do I believe you could make oral sex feel amazing? Absolutely. But I’m just not built to orgasm from it. The average woman takes twenty minutes to come like that, and I’m not average.”
“You are in no way average, moy ángel.” Another braid loosened.
“Which means I would be stressed out because you would be down there wearing out your tongue and inwardly cursing my name. So when would you call it a defeat? We could set a timer.”