Joshua
“I’m raising the stakes, Shawn. This is a one-shot deal.”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“Meaning if you win this hand, not only do you walk away with my cash, but I’ll wipe out your debt to those Bratva bastards.”
His eyes flickered with intrigue, a glimmer of hope brightening his expression before confusion set in. “And if I lose?”
I leaned back, relishing my dominance. “Then you’ll accept the punishment you’ve earned—like a man.”
At first, he snorted, but then he realized the weight of my words. “Punishment?”
“It’s a fair deal, Shawn. Anyone else would be eliminated for such a serious infraction.”
Panic washed over him as beads of sweat trickled down his temples. “I can give you the name of the guy running the syndicate in the U.S. You can have their business.”
“Oh, I intend to, Shawn. And you’ll provide the name and all the details I need. What I’m offering you is a chance to keep your life intact. This is a one-time opportunity. Take it or leave it.”
He was trapped, cornered by his own desperation. After a brief moment of hesitation, he nodded, acceptance dawning on him.
As the final cards were dealt, a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. “Full house!” His men cheered, eager to celebrate with shots.
Normally, I’d bask in the glory of a win, but today was different. Maybe I needed a break—a tropical escape. Mikey even suggested I could use some “stress relief,” a comment only he could make without consequence.
I glanced at my cards, sliding them down carefully, then allowed Shawn a second glance before revealing my hand. “Straight flush.”
In an instant, all color drained from his face. He shot up from the table, two of his goons instinctively reaching for their weapons.
“You fucking cheated!” he yelled, rage taking over.
“Time for your punishment.” I rose slowly, pushing back my chair before pocketing the cash on the table.
“This is bullshit! You can’t just waltz in here and act like you own the place.”
“Erica owns this bar, Shawn. You know that. And you know the saying: you play, you pay.” Just then, the door swung open, and another Clinton soldier stepped inside—clearly sent by Shawn’s father to maintain order.
“Mr. James. Is there any way I can assist?” the soldier inquired.
“What the hell is this?” Shawn shouted.
I exchanged a glance with Mikey, signaling him to reveal the knife he’d brought along. This lesson needed to stick—no mere band-aid fixes for betrayal. It had to leave a lasting impression.
The Clinton soldier seized Shawn’s wrist, slamming his hand onto the table.
Amid his confusion and rising paranoia, Shawn hurled threats my way. I was used to that; a week wasn’t complete without at least one threat against me.
“You won’t get away with this!” he shouted, struggling against the grip of his own man.
“Shut up, Shawn. Your father agreed.”
The weight of that revelation hit him like a freight train, draining the color from his face once more. I moved toward the door but paused just before stepping out. “You will have one of your men email me the information I requested. And because I’m a fair man, I’ll have a word with the Pakhan about reducing your debt.”
Mikey raised his head, awaiting my signal. When I held up two fingers, he understood what came next. I wasn’t going to leave Shawn completely crippled; that was the arrangement we had with his father.
But there would be no mercy beyond that.
As I stepped into the night, a chilling thought crossed my mind: What if Shawn wasn’t the only one with secrets worth exposing? A trip to the States was inevitable, and I could already sense the thrill of the hunt. I’d indulge in a little R&R along the way—after all, the game was just beginning.
“I honestly don’t see the point in continuing this conversation,” I said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside. As a seasoned prosecutor, I had faced some of the toughest cases in Louisville, and dealing with this arrogant jerk was turning out to be easier than I expected. I wanted to feel something—anything—after spending nearly six months with Matt, but the truth was, I felt nothing at all.Surrounded by the lavish wedding reception of my best friend, I was getting dumped, and all I felt was exhaustion. Maybe there was something inherently broken in me that made it difficult to form genuine connections.“You don’t have anything to say?” Matt laughed, a hint of mockery in his voice.“What do you want me to say? I might’ve had a bit too much champagne, but you’re the one breaking up with me. Did I miss the memo? Oh, let me guess: you chose to call me during the wedding festivities for a reason.”“I’d like to hear that you’re upset. That you wish we could talk this through
SelenaThe sting of betrayal was sharper than I expected.It was hard to admit, but there it was. I never considered Matt to be “the one,” yet I had enjoyed our time together. With my busy life, it had been nice knowing that on a Friday night, I could spend a few precious hours exploring the countryside, savoring a nice dinner, planning a weekend getaway, or just staying in to binge-watch old movies.And now I’d caught the bouquet of all things. Talk about bad karma.“You’re going to spill all the juicy details, right?” Jenny teased on the other end of the phone.Juicy details? She had everything lined up for me, but I seriously doubted I’d find a rugged hunk in a fancy hotel bar.“Go have a wild night with Brad. I’m perfectly fine on my own, thanks.” I raked my fingers through my hair, biting my lip—a clear sign of my frustration. Ever since she dropped that idea into my head, I couldn’t shake off the enticing images.“Hot man. Sizzling sex. It’s good for the mind and body. Trust me,
SelenaWell, there went my fantasy.I’d never been good at making them come true, including the whole imagining part. I’d always wanted to be a witch, but that dream wasn’t meant to be. I took another gulp of my drink. A nice bath was sounding better and better. Maybe the gift shop had a small bottle of bubble bath I could buy. I had brought a bottle of wine, thinking it would be for a surprise visit from Matt.I hated myself even more. I was going to drink the whole thing by myself, and I was okay with that."Hey there, pretty girl. Why are you sitting all alone in a dump like this?"The guy was loud, obnoxious, and clearly drunk.Any one of those traits would be off-putting, but all three? Toxic."Because I’d rather be alone than deal with jerk men who don’t understand what a woman wants. You know, the kind full of testosterone and hot air, and definitely not in a good way." I gave him a sweet smile that masked my annoyance, my words laced with the same sharpness I used in court. Ma
Tingles remained, my pussy clenching and releasing. Even a single bead of perspiration trickled down the back of my neck.After finishing the five olives from both glasses, tossing back a solid half of the second drink, I asked for the check, leaving the man with the reprehensible name a huge tip. Then I headed for my room, a little tipsier and less in mourning than before.As I rounded the corner, heading down the corridor, I couldn’t help myself, stopping long enough to remove my heels. There was something decadent about walking barefoot toward my room. I was surprisingly more relaxed than I’d been in a long time.All because of a kiss, but not just any kiss. One so powerful I remained lightheaded.A sudden flash occurred out of the corner of my eye and before I had the chance to make a single sound, a warm body was shoved against mine.Correction, a body as ablaze as mine.I dropped my shoes as the man thrust me against the alcove wall, pressing the full weight of his frame against
JoshuaI’d had zero intentions of fucking a woman while I was handling business in Kentucky. However, the moment I’d seen the stunning beauty with the shimmering natural blonde hair from across the bar, I’d been entranced, which wasn’t like me in the least. I was used to being alone, determined to remain so for a long time to come. There was too much risk involved in being seen with a woman, let alone fucking her.I was here for a single job. Engaging in a conversation with the Irish mob who seemed to have control of the entire southern area of the United States.The meeting with Ronald Voltair had been pleasant enough, the man even introducing me to his lovely wife. We’d had a couple of drinks, the man insisting that he’d had no idea Shawn Clinton had betrayed an agreement, stealing clients and representing himself as being the front man for two powerful Canadian families.Then things had gotten weird, enough so we’d had terse words. When the asshole had thrown a punch, the meeting h
I lunged forward, snatching her by the arm, twirling her around so she was forced against my chest. “No so fast,cherie. You deserve the punishment.”“You’re crazy,” she hissed, yet the sparkle in her emerald eyes remained.My cock remained hard from the longing to tame the wild child, requiring her full submission. I could only imagine the kind of passionate lover she would be, and I made it my mission to have her scream out my name.When she dared to lift her arm again, as if she believed I’d allow her to smack me, I drove her against the wall, easily maneuvEricag both her arms over her head. Her heated gaze stayed glued to me but the sly smirk on her face allowed me to know what she had planned.The moment she tried to drive her knee into my groin, I crushed the full weight of my body against hers, pinning her against the wall. Both of us gasping for air, I lowered my head until our lips were almost touching. “That wasn’t very nice of you,cherie.”“I never said I was a nice girl.” S
The strange phrase sent a thrill through me that should have left me with chills instead of the extreme heat it had done. I was suddenly lightheaded, holding my breath as he backed away, watching the arc of the leather strap as it was brought down, almost as if in slow motion. I wasn’t entirely certain the harsh snapping sound wasn’t his wrist versus the thick belt.But when the rush of endorphins shot through me from the anguish bursting in every muscle, I knew exactly what I was experiencing. Shit. Shit. Shit. I kicked out, fighting to maintain my stance. I never blinked, studying him intently as he brushed the tough pads of his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other.The light touch was scintillating, almost as much as his heated kisses had been. I was floored at how much I wanted the man. I longed to feel his thick cock driven so deeply inside that I couldn’t breathe.I was still contemplating my sinful level of desire when he stepped back again, cracking the belt against
Selena“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up straight. After that, baby girl, I’ll do it again.”Dear God, I hadn’t been able to rid myself of the hunk’s salacious words or the husky tone of his voice. I could still feel the man’s fingers dancing across my skin after the hours that had passed.“No, Jenny. I am not lying to you,” I said into the phone, my fingers crossed from the blatant lie, my pulse still racing. Jenny had bugged me relentlessly the day before and was starting again bright and early on Monday morning in her attempt to get me to spill my guts. She had the instincts of a lion, certain I was lying to her. I wasn’t entirely certain why I wasn’t coming clean, although I’d never considered myself a one-night stand kind of woman, even making fun of girls who engaged in such sordid proclivities.“Uh-huh. You forget I know you too well, girlfriend,” Jenny huffed. “I will get the sexy, blazing truth out of you. My spideysense tells me that you were with a hot man. Ad