The minutes tickedby, turning into hours. She was still serving, and as she waited at the edge ofone of the rooms as two women gyrated against one another, a hand wrappedaround her waist.
“Do you like whatyou see?” Gabriel asked, whispering against her neck.
“They look likethey’re having fun.”
“Most of the girlsdo. They love the power, the attention.”
“Do you only hirewilling girls?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You don’t forcethem?”
His grip on herwaist tightened. “You seem to mistake me for someone else. I don’t deal inhuman trafficking, Claire.”
“But yourbusinesses are not as legal as they seem?”
His other handcupped the back of her neck, holding her still against him. They were in theshadows, so no one could see them.
“What are youtrying to ask me?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m not a goodman, Claire, but then, you know that.”
She did.
The dress she worewas indecent, making it easy for his hand to slide inside the slit at the legand touch her.
“But I can seethat isn’t a problem for you.”
“I’m working.”
“I’m the boss andI’ve got something else for you to do.” He covered her mouth, lifted her, andshe didn’t fight as he pulled her away from the room. No one stopped them, notthat anyone saw. She figured someone could have, but they were probably preoccupied,and who was going to stop the boss?
He closed the doorto what she assumed was his office and he pressed her up against it. His lipswere on hers and she cried out as he bit down hard.
“I’ll deal withyou in a minute but this is for me.” He moved her across the room toward hisdesk. He bent her over the desk and flung the dress up and over her head.
His hands ranacross her ass and he tugged at the thong she’d worn. Panties were hard to wearas the slits were so high and she didn’t want them to show through. He spreadthe cheeks of her ass wide and then his cock slid inside her. At the lastcouple of inches, he slammed in deep. One of his hands went to her hip and theother gathered up her hair. Wrapping it around his fist, he started to fuck her hard, driving inside her.
She cried out,holding on to the desk as he held her in place and took what he wanted.
This was hard andfast. He sped up, his thrusts increasing as he fought completion, going to thehilt, pounding within her.
She moaned hisname, driving back against him, completely coming apart as she used her bodyfor his own pleasure.
This wasn’t love.She didn’t want love. This was cold, hard need, turned to fucking.
With each drive ofhis cock, she lost all thought and was unable to think, to focus, to doanything but feel him.
When he came, hedidn’t immediately pull away either. He held himself deep within her, and sheclosed her eyes.
Arousal still pulsedthrough her body, demanding her own release. His breath fanned across her hair.Then he slid his hand between her thighs, and with his now-flaccid cock insideher, he started to work her clit. “Come for me.”
She whimpered,sliding her pussy on his fingers, his cum swimming inside her.
“That’s it,Claire. Take what you want. Don’t wait for me, just take.”
The sounds of herrelease filled the air and she couldn’t help but become aware of how easy hemade her forget herself.
He stepped away,his cock easing out of her, and he grabbed some tissues, placing it against herand capturing his cum.
Heat filled hercheeks. She wiped herself, feeling strange. This was different.
Turning on herheel, she went to leave, but he caught her wrist. He lifted her and placed heron the edge of his desk.
“You need to stopdoing this. I’m not some pet you can control.”
“That’s exactlywhat you are.”
“And you’re my petas well,” she said. She hadn’t asked him for anything and she certainly hadn’ttaken anything.
“What’s your cellphone number?”
She frowned.“What?”
“I want to callyou when I need you. Remember?”
“Oh, I, er, Idon’t have a cell phone. It was broken when my landlord threw out my clothesand stuff.”
“Right.”
“You’re not goingto hurt him, are you?” she asked.
“It depends. Doyou want me to?”
“No. He was justdoing what he thought was right.”
“And kicking out awoman in the streets was right?”
“I thought Tonyhad paid, but he hadn’t. Wouldn’t you do the same?”
“I’m not alandlord.”
“No? What areyou?” she asked.
He leaned forward,capturing her lips. “I’m king.”
Chapter Five
“How much did yousay he offered a month?” Gabriel asked. He listened to the figure his man gaveand gritted his teeth. Claire was proving to be a pain the ass, but he oddlydidn’t mind. She was a welcome distraction. “Offer him double and call me whenit’s done.”
So far, he’dgotten rid of three potential apartments. Ever since his men had told him she’dgone hunting for them, he always made sure they were able to make counteroffersthat stopped her from moving out.
He didn’t have a fucking clue why.
They had theirarrangement and so far, he’d organized another apartment with her, not too farfrom the one they lived in now, and had yet to use it.She hadn’t even wanted to take the cell phone he’d given her. The woman wasproving to be difficult. She didn’t accept gifts from him, only orgasms.
He was used towomen wanting everything from him. His money, jewelry, gifts, everything.Instead, this woman only wanted his cock, and so far, after only a couple ofdays, he wasn’t fucking bored. In fact, with eachpassing day, he grew more and more addicted to her.
“Sir, there’s asituation at one of the tables. Three men are counting cards,” one of hisguards said.
“You have proof?”
“Yes, sir. We’veremoved the men from the table and are in holding now.”
“Let’s go andsee.” He got to his feet and made his way toward the security monitor. Whensomeone attempted to count cards, it was difficult to identify. Watching themen on screen, he noticed they were clearly bad at it. He saw the way they allfollowed the cards, counted, their lips moving.
After just a fewminutes, he’d seen enough and made his way to the room where the three men werewaiting.
“This is horseshit,” the first man with short, blond hair and a receding hairline said.
“Gentlemen, I’mGabriel Locke, the owner of this
