EMILEE
“EVERYTHING OKAY?” JACOB asks me once we leave the restaurant.
“Yes,” I answer, staring out the back window at the lights on the Strip.
The kid never said another word to me. He just stared at me from across the table. It made me nervous, so I just kept ordering drinks. After my fifth, Jacob looked over at me, but he never stopped them from coming. As long as I wasn’t making a scene, he was allowing it.
Fucking bullshit!
“I had a nice time tonight.” He goes on.
I finally look over at him but say nothing.
He types away on his phone. “I know it was boring …”
I snort. “Boring would have been nice.”
He stops typing. “Did something happen?”
“No,” I lie. As far as I know, he knows what the kid did and didn’t care. It’s his business partner’s son, for fuck’s sake. He’ll take his side over the whore he hired to sit there and look pretty.
The limo pulls around to the private back entrance of Kingdom and comes to a stop. I grab my clutch off the seat beside me.
“Emilee …”
“Thanks for the dinner,” I say, exiting. I’ve already been paid, and the date is over. No need to make this longer than it has to be.
The limo drives off, and I turn to walk to catch a cab. I had too much to drink tonight to be driving home.
“Miss York?”
I spin around to see Nigel standing at the top of the stairs, holding one of the doors open with one hand and a cell to his ear in the other. He nods a couple of times and whispers something before placing it in his pocket. “Please come in.”
I grab my dress and pull it up to be able to walk up the stairs and into the building.
“Is something wrong?” I ask confused. Did Jacob call and complain about how many cocktails I had?
“No, not at all. Titan would like to speak to you.”
I nod. He pulls out a black key card and scans it for the elevator access. We step inside, and he scans it again, and the door slides closed.
I scan the buttons to see he pressed the one with an R. We stand silently while it makes its way up. I avoid looking at myself in the mirrored walls. It opens, and he gestures me to exit. I do so and see a set of black double doors ahead of me at the end of the single hall. The Royal Suite is written across the top of them. “What is this?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he presses in a code on the keypad located on the door and opens it.
It’s a suite. A fucking mansion overlooking the Las Vegas Strip. The floor-to-ceiling windows allow the city lights to illuminate the open living room. White marble floor with dark gray furniture and a glass coffee table. On my right is a large kitchen with black cabinets that have gold hardware. The countertops match the white marble flooring with stainless steel appliances. “This is beautiful,” I say in awe.
“It will only be a moment.”
I look over to see he has walked toward a set of French doors. He holds them open for me. I make my way over. Walking through them, I turn to face him, but he’s shutting them, leaving me alone in a bedroom. I turn around to look at the room I’m in. It’s large. A bed sitting on a platform dressed in white. More floor-to-ceiling windows open to Sin City. I walk over to a wet bar and pour myself a drink. What’s one more?
Once done, I walk over to the sliding glass door and step outside onto a balcony. The fresh air feels good on my face. A soft breeze has my dress rubbing against my legs.
I take a drink.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I spin around to see Titan has joined me. He leans back against the now closed glass door with his hands in the front pockets of his slacks. The sleeves to his black button-down are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tatted, muscular arms.
“Bring all the Queens back to your room?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink.
“Are you drunk?” His eyes drop to the glass, ignoring my question.
I give him a drunken smile and throw it back. As I gulp it down, I’m wondering why in the hell I’m here. And why I can’t get what happened yesterday in his office out of my mind. I should have told Nigel that I couldn’t come up here. This was a mistake. “As much fun as this is, I’m leaving. My job for the night is done.” I place the now empty glass on a side table and walk toward the glass door. As I go to reach for it, he places his hand on my stomach, bringing me to a stop.
“Did he touch you?”
I arch a brow. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
Another man who feels entitled to what I do with my body. “That’s none of your …”
“Did you fuck him?”
My eyes narrow, and I shove his hand off me. Does he ask all the queens this after their jobs? “I’ll fuck whoever I want, whenever I want.”
He wraps his hand around my throat, spins me around, and slams my back into the cold window. I gasp. “Titan …”
“Yes or no, Em?” His hard chest vibrates against mine with his words. His eyes bore down into mine, almost glowing with his rage. His jaw clenches, and he’s breathing heavily.
I’m so turned on. And my body is starting to warm up from the drinks I’ve had. “What if I did?” I lift my chin, pushing him. I allowed the kid to talk down to me tonight, but I won’t let Titan do it. He’s not above me.
He tilts his head to the side and releases my neck. I take a deep breath as he runs his knuckles down over my collarbone. They make their way lower over my chest bone and gently caress my nipple over my dress. It instantly hardens.
“Jealous?” I challenge at his silence. It’s the alcohol. It’s making me more confident than I would normally be around Titan. The Dark Kings are far from jealous of anything, let alone another man over a woman.
“What if I am?” he asks.
I open my mouth to laugh, but his thumb running over my pebbled nipple replaces it with a moan.
“Hmm?” He reaches up and undoes my bun, allowing my hair to fall over my chest. He brushes it back and over my shoulders. “What if I said I have thought of nothing but you all night?”
I just stare up at him. Half dazed, half in shock.
“What if I told you that the thought of you out with him made me angry?”
He places both of his hands on the glass on either side of my head, caging me in. I find myself reaching out to him. My hands grip his narrow hips, pulling him closer. Silently begging for him. I lick my numb lips. “I’d say you’re lying.” My voice comes out rough. Needy. I’m failing so badly at playing hard to get. And I’m too drunk to tell if he’s fucking with me or not. Or maybe I just want it to be real. For him to want me like I wanted him all those years ago.
He smirks. “I’ll prove it to you.” He reaches down, grabs the silk fabric, and rips my dress, making me gasp.
“I loved that dress.”
“I’ll buy you ten more.” His lips meet mine as his hands grip my thighs, and he lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him.
TITAN
I wish what I had said to her was a lie, but it wasn’t. I’ve thought about nothing other than her since he requested her on a date.
What would she do for money?
I know how desperate she was. How she begged Bones and me to help her. What would she do with a stranger who would pay her anything?
Carrying her back into my bedroom, I push her off me and her back lands on my bed. Her ripped black dress barely hangs on her thin body. Her hard nipples press against the black silk. She stares up at me and licks her lips as her eyes drop to my slacks. My dick is as hard as stone, and you can clearly see the outline of it. I reach down and undo my belt. She sits up, propping herself on her elbows.
“You never answered my question.”
“Hmm?” She bites her bottom lip, eyes still on my slacks, watching me carefully as I lower my zipper.
“Did he touch you?”
Her eyes trail up over my button-down and meet mine. “No.” She makes her way to her knees. “He didn’t touch me.” Her hands go to my shirt, and she starts to unbutton it. “You look disappointed.”
I grip her wrists, stopping her actions. “I …”
“You think I’d whore myself out?” She tilts her head to the side.
“I think you’re desperate.”
She throws her head back and lets out a laugh that makes her boobs bounce. My hands itch to rip what’s left of that dress off her. “Aren’t we all desperate for something?” she asks.
My brows pull together. “What does that mean?”
“What have you always wanted, Titan?” Before I answer, she goes on. “What have you always wanted that you would do anything for?”
I don’t even have to think about it. “You.” The answer is that simple, and as long as I’ve tried to ignore it, she knows I wanted her, but she had chosen Bones. And now? It doesn’t matter. I’ll make her mine tonight and face the consequences for that tomorrow.
She pulls her wrists free of my hands and holds her arms out wide. “Well, here I am. The question is, what are you going to do with me?”
This is it. I should tell her no. That it just won’t work. If she hadn’t fucked my friend for all those years, then I would take her up on this offer. But she did, so I can’t. Instead, I hear myself say, “Whatever I want.”
She gives me a big smile. Lifting her hands, she rips my shirt open instead of taking her time with the buttons.
I grab the hem of her dress and pull the ripped fabric off her legs and toss the remains to the floor. She kicks off her heels, and I yank her underwear down her legs. My lips find hers frantically. I can taste the alcohol in her kiss, and I swallow her in hopes to get drunk. “Lie on your stomach,” I mumble against them.
She does as I say, and my cock jerks when my eyes land on her ass. I yank all the pillows off the bed and throw them to the floor as well. Then I slap her ass. “Put it up in the air.”
She moans, arching her back, and pulls her knees up underneath her, giving me a great view of her shaved, soaking wet pussy.
I shove the shirt off my shoulders and kick off my shoes and slacks. Then I crawl onto the bed behind her and use my knees to spread hers farther apart. My hands run up her smooth thighs, over her round ass and up her back before tangling into her hair.
She hisses in a breath when I yank it back off the bed. Leaning over, I whisper in her ear, “Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about you like this?”
“Titan …” She whimpers.
“So fucking long,” I answer, telling her the truth.
Letting go of her hair, I watch as her head falls to the bed. I grab my hard cock and stroke it a few times while running my free hand over her pussy, smearing her wetness.
She reaches between her legs to finger herself, but I slap her pussy with my hand.
She cries out, her body jerking.
“That’s all mine, baby.” Then I push into her without warning.
“Oh, God …”
Leaning over her back, I slide my arms under her shoulders and up over her head, locking my fingers together behind her neck. The position buries her head into the mattress while restraining her arms above her head at the same time.
And I fuck her. Hard. My hips slam into her ass, making her cry out. I fuck her relentlessly. As hard and fast as I can. Her body trembles, her pussy tightens, and she screams my name louder than any woman has before. But that’s to be expected. I’ve never fucked anyone like this. I’ve loathed this woman since grade school, but a part of me has always wanted her. She was like an itch you can’t scratch. A high you could never reach. She was unobtainable. Until now.
“Titan … oh God, Titan …” Her pussy tightens around my cock, and her entire body stiffens against mine as she comes.
I don’t let up as her orgasm rocks her body. I go for a few more minutes, then unlock my fingers from behind her head and sit up. Both of our bodies are slick with sweat, and her thighs shake. She’s gasping for breath, her hands now fisting the sheet.
I pull out and flip her over onto her back. My cock stands to attention, covered in her cum. It runs down her inner thighs and onto my sheets. I should have used a condom, but honestly, I didn’t want to. I want to feel her. All of her. I know she’s clean, I saw her results. It’s part of the process to be a queen. And I know I’m clean.
Reaching up, I push her wild hair from her slick face. Her makeup is smeared, and her lips parted. This is what she should always look like for me. A beautiful, fucking mess. “Open up for me, Em.”
She looks up at me with her heavy eyes. She’s on a high, and I feel pride that I put her there. That I did this to her.
I’m not done.
Shoving her arms down to her sides, I straddle her chest, pinning them in place. And without question, she licks her lips and opens up for me, knowing exactly what I want.
“Good girl.” I take my cock and slide it into her parted lips. She’s like a pro. Licking, sucking, not giving two shits that my cock tastes like her. I always knew she was a freak. Bones never told me about their sex life. He didn’t have to. My best friend knew I wanted her, so he would let me watch.
I wrap my hand in her hair and push her head back, opening up her throat for me. Her pale blue eyes look up at me through watery lashes as I fuck her mouth just as hard as I fucked her pussy. “You’re gonna swallow, Em.”
