Page 11 of His Bet To Take

“No, I’m not surprised,” I finally answer.

“What?” he asks, squeezing the soap from the loofah.

“My brother. I’m not surprised. I always knew I’d somehow get involved in his issues. I guess that’s why I didn’t fight you more. I’ve always known my fate.”

“No, you haven’t.” He cages me in by placing his hands on either side of my head. “You’ve fallen into my hands. And while that is a fate I typically don’t wish for anyone, I am the man your brother owed.” His palm cups my cheek, fanning across my jaw, and his thumb presses against my bottom lip. “You are priceless,” Ian whispers.

While the shower hisses and the water beats against the floor, he leans in, and in this moment, the mask of a king falls. Softness overtakes his features and the killer lurking under his skin takes a step back. His lips are wet and pink, the ice in his irises has darkened to a sapphire blue, and he kisses me.

I’ve never been kissed.

I gasp in surprise when I feel how soft they are. I expected harshness, but he’s gentle yet firm with his hand along my cheek. He controls me still, tilting his head and keeping me in place so he can have his way with me.

His tongue pushes between my lips and I whimper, unsure of what to do.

“Have you never kissed a man before?” His lips rub against mine as he speaks.

I shake my head and look away, ashamed. He’s probably had a woman in his bed every other day and here I am, unable to offer something as simple as a good kiss.

With a sneer, he slams his palm down on the handle to turn the water off, and kicks the door open, then throws me over his shoulder.

“All mine.”

I’m dripping from the water, but he doesn’t care.

He walks across the floor, leaving a puddle of water behind, and he tosses me on the bed.

“Now I want my money’s worth.” The man in charge is back and the dominance dances over his skin.

I part my legs, inviting him to take me.

Chapter Five

Ian

She’s daring me.

So much for the scared little bird I thought she’d be. Instead, she’s a lioness, isn’t she? Ready for an attack, ready to be attacked. Mae holds all the power and when she’s ready, she pounces.

It’s a quality the darkness in me craves.

Yes, that’s it. It’s her I’ve been craving.

She’s going to satiate me.

“You have no idea what you’re offering to me.” I stand between her legs while she slides her fingers between her slick lips, teasing her clit.

Mae is so wet; the light reflects off her sweet cunt.

“Would you rather take it?” she whispers, her lips pouting a violent red.

I crawl on top of her, gathering her arms and pinning them above her head. She gasps, tugging them, wiggling that hot fucking body under mine and all it does is make me hungrier. “What if I did? What would you do? Would you fight me, Mae? Would you beg me to stop? Would you cry? What would you do?” My fingers dig into her thighs as I force her legs apart. My cock heeds at her entrance, the weeping, untouched cherry just dying for me to steal it.

Steal.

Because she was always meant to be mine.

“I wouldn’t cry a tear for you,” she bites through tight teeth, lifting her head until her nose is touching mine.