NicoI’m itchy and ready to put my fist through the wall for the first thirty minutes after she leaves.I hurt her. It was there, all over her face. I fucking tried to do the right thing, but she didn’t see it that way.And somehow hurting her is less conscionable than anything else. But the real question is—why was she hurt? Because I offered the money? Did I make her feel like a whore? I tried to be clear it wasn’t because she let me into her panties. Or was it something else? Rejection?Fuck, she doesn’t deserve that.And then the need to fix it takes over, way stronger than my desire to do the right thing for her. Or maybe I’m just a greedy bastard who’s pretending he gives a fuck about anybody but himself.I can’t stay away from Sondra Simonson.I pick up my phone and call security. “I need the location on an employee.” All of our employee name tags have tracking devices and the information on where they are in the casino is easy to pull up. It’s also recorded so we know where ev
NicoI had some romantic notion about treating Sondra like a lady and taking her on a date. That idea died a quick death when I saw the flare of fear in her eyes and the marks on her arms.Fucking bastard. I seriously want to kill the motherfucker for handling my girl.Yeah, I may have been trying to pretend I hadn’t already claimed Sondra Simonson, but I have.It’s too late for her.The devil takes what the devil wants. And I want her.I have the power of dark fury still running through my veins, which makes me feel invincible, but I try to rein it back.Sondra’s terrified. As scared as she was the day I met her. Fuck. Was it because of me? What I did back there? I have to remember she’s not used to seeing guys get their noses broken.I throw her suitcase in the trunk of the Lamborghini and open the passenger door for her. After I get in the driver side and start the car, I have to ask, “Sondra, he didn’t—”“No.” She shakes her head. And then, to my utter demolishment, she bursts int
NicoBecause I’m way too obsessed, the next day I check to see if Sondra quit or checked out. She didn’t, but she did call in sick.I search the casino video feeds until I eventually spot her lying out by the pool.I smile. Good for her.But then I wish I hadn’t found her, because the urge to go out on the pool deck and rip that string bikini off her body and lick every place the sun hasn’t touched overwhelms me. And that’s closely followed by a blast of white hot jealousy. Because every fucking guy on the pool deck is seeing the same thing I am.And something about a scantily clad Sondra Simonson is way more risqué than the showgirls and cocktail waitresses who parade around my club with more of their asses and tits showing.I do the only thing reasonable—get the hell away from the security feeds and out on the floor, terrorizing my employees.I see Corey on the floor and her eyes meet mine, bold and confrontational.Yes, I handed your boyfriend his ass and told him to get out of you
He withdraws and slams into me, taking my breath away with the force of it. It’s too rough, too hard, but I wouldn’t complain if it killed me. It feels so right. So good. He fucks me hard, his loins slapping against my ass like a second spanking, his cock drilling deep inside my sopping channel.“Please.” Now that I know what he wants, what makes him crazy, I’m going to keep saying it.He curses again and grips my upper arms, arching my upper back as he pounds into me.I whimper but I spread my legs wider, work to relax my muscles to better receive the full force of his thrusts. My mind is lost. I haven’t even come yet, but I’m rocketing into outer space. No, somewhere better than outer space. The place of no thought. Only pleasure. Only ripe, juicy, satisfying, pounding pleasure.“Yes, Nico, please,” I whine.“Stop begging, baby.” His voice is rough. “Stop begging or I won’t last another—fuuuuuuuck.” He buries himself deep and bucks his hips against my ass, coming.Somehow, he still
NicoThere’s an actual spring in my step as I stride through my casino the next day. I slept sixteen hours and woke up with a boner hard enough to pound a nail. I didn’t let myself rub one out, either, because now that I’ve finally dipped my cock in Sondra’s tight little pussy, nothing else will do.I knew it would be that way.She’d better not run, because I’m not about to let her out of my clutches now.First thing I did when I woke was make sure she hadn’t checked out of the suite I put her in. She hadn’t. And her employee name tag was sitting in the room, so chances were good she was there, still sleeping.Everything seems to be in perfect order at the casino. Things went on without me. I stop at the business office to verify the income from the night before, and start to respond to the forty-seven texts I received while I slept like a bear in hibernation.Meanwhile, I’m famished.And somehow, I end up on the eighth floor, standing outside the suite where I put Sondra. I pull my k
SondraHe can’t stay away from me. I shouldn’t be so giddy about it, but I am. I know this roller coaster ride probably ends in disaster, but I just can’t get off.I head to the housekeeping office to punch in. Of course Nico’s patronizing me by keeping me on as his personal housekeeper. If I had any pride or sense, I’d get my butt back to Corey’s place and refuse to play his out his fuck the housekeeper fantasies.Especially considering the looks I get from the other maids when I show up.Fuck. All 6080 Bellissimo employees probably know I’m sleeping with the boss by now.I punch in and push the housekeeping cart up to Tacone’s penthouse suite. He’s not there yet, and I get started fast, wanting to finish quickly in case he wants to hang out.The room service arrives before he does. It’s awkward answering the knock, but the waiter bows. “Good morning, Ms. Simonson. Where would you like the food?”Oh holy hell. He’s giving his staff my name. I point to the table by the wall of windows
Sondra“I changed my mind,” I tell Corey, my cell phone pinched between my ear and my shoulder as I pace around on the balcony of my Bellissimo suite. “I don’t want to go on this date.”“Okay, so you don’t have to,” she says patiently. “You don’t have to stay there. You don’t have to work there. I’ll come pick you up right now.”She stopped by after her shift earlier and I filled her in on the latest. Now I’ve called her at home to talk some more.I peer over the edge of the balcony at the busy strip below. “A quick crazy fling with Nico Tacone is one thing, but dating him? It’s a bad idea.”“Agreed,” Corey says. “So cancel the date.”“I don’t even have his phone number. I have to wait until he shows up.”“What are you really worried about? Just say it, even if you think it sounds stupid.”Corey knows me so well.“I have nothing to wear,” I blurt. That’s not really what this is about, but it seems to symbolize my dilemma. I’m not prepared to handle Nico Tacone and everything it might
NicoI’m dealing with three idiot would-be coke dealers in my dungeon. Yes, my basement is a fucking dungeon, with an underground network of tunnels that lead out into the city. You might call them catacombs, because more than one body has been buried here.They’re kids. Young. Stupid. Easy to scare.Security caught them moving powder in my nightclub. They could’ve called the cops, but I prefer to deal with this kind of shit in my own way. A little dose of fear goes a helluva lot farther than the threat of a badge.I nod at my younger cousin Sal, who busts one of the guy’s nose, then pulls his head up by the hair. All three of them have been worked over by my soldiers.“This is Mr. Tacone, owner of the Bellissimo. He has something to say to you.”The kid is shitting himself. I walk over and look down my nose at him. “You think you can sell drugs in my club? In my casino?”“I’m sorry, Mr. Tacone,” the guy on the left babbles. “W-we didn’t know who you were. That you owned this place. W