Beautiful Beast (Gypsy Heroes #3)(91)

Keeping her body arched and her legs straight, she opens her thighs so her long, long legs make a fabulous V. The position is obscene and bewitching. She is good enough to eat.

I stare at the wet patch hungrily.

She holds the pose.

I raise my eyes up to hers. ‘How much to push the material aside?’

Something flashes into her eyes. She lids them quickly.

‘One thousand.’ Her voice is flat and cold.

At that moment no one else in the world exists. Only her, me, and something raw and too hot to touch. I reach into my pocket and pull out a handful of chips. There might have been two, maybe three thousand there. I hold them over the table and let them fall. Some hit the surface and roll away to clatter onto the floor.

Very slowly she reaches into the material and pulls it to one side. My eyes drop. God only knows how many pussies I have seen in my lifetime, but this time it takes my breath away. I stare riveted at the pink glistening whorls of wet flesh. In that position the hole gapes, as if begging to be filled, taken, f*cked. Enticingly thick nectar drips out of it.

I raise my eyes to hers. Very deliberately she moves her gaze to my crotch, to my hard-on. I get it. She is angry. Even in this humiliating position she is helpless to fight the sensual call of her own body.

She smiles. ‘Want anything else?’

‘What else is for sale?’ My voice sounds cool and distant, but my heart is hammering in my chest. Afraid of her answer. Afraid she will become more than just a cock tease. Terrified she’ll become another fallen flower littering the ground I walk upon.

I see it clearly then. A flash of something far stronger than the liquid dripping out of her. Hatred. The violence of it shocks me. She doesn’t close her legs. She doesn’t pull the material over the gaping wound between her legs.


‘You’ve already bought everything that is for sale,’ she says quietly.

My heart leaps in my chest. Alive with some sort of great wild joy. ‘Cover yourself,’ I say curtly to hide the joy.

She pulls the material over her sex and puts her legs back down.

I take a black chip out of my jacket pocket. I didn’t know what I was going to use it for tonight—if I was going to use it at all—but I am immensely relieved and glad it is going to be used and for this purpose. I put it on the table and watch her eyes widen with astonishment.

‘This is for you to get dressed and go home right now.’





EIGHT


Lily

The door shuts softly behind him. I walk over to the table and pick up the black chip. It weighs the same as all the others, but wow! I never thought I would ever see one of these. Ten thousand sweet pounds! I sweep all the chips from the table into my satin bag and gather those that have fallen on the floor.

Then I get back into my dress and go looking for Melanie to tell her I am leaving early. I change back into my normal clothes and head to the cashier’s box where I cash everything except the black chip, and ask for the money to be put directly into my bank account. Shockingly, there is nearly three thousand pounds.

I pop over to reception and ask Toni to call me a taxi. Less than five minutes later she tells me the cab is outside. Steve, the doorman, walks me out. It is a thing they do, see us into our cabs. As we walk out we see the taxi driving off.

‘Hey,’ Steve shouts, and then goes silent when he sees Jake walking toward us.

‘Good evening, Mr. Eden,’ he greets politely.

Jake nods but does not look at him. ‘I thought I might as well give you a lift to mine.’

I gasp at the audacity.

Steve starts backing off. ‘I’ll be off, then,’ he says, and makes himself scarce pretty quick.

‘How dare you give him the impression that I’m going back to yours?’ I storm.

‘Aren’t you?’

‘No.’

‘You can come in my mouth.’

I gasp. My insides lurch, like being in a very efficient lift. ‘For God’s sake!’

He shrugs. ‘Better, surely, than having to hear all those men telling you they want to come in yours.’

I look down at the ground and see his expensive boots polished to a mirror shine. I regret it even before I say it. ‘I won’t bother, thanks.’

‘Why not, Lily?’

‘The truth?’

‘Of course.’ He gazes at me with those smoldering eyes.

And fire flows into my blood. Jesus! I’ve never had it this bad for any man. ‘I don’t do one-night stands.’

‘Whatever gave you the impression that it would be a one-night stand?’ His eyes are curious, quizzical, fascinated.

My heart swells. He sure knows which buttons to press. He takes a step closer. I should make him try harder. ‘I want to go on a date.’

He smiles, a look of genuine happiness on his face. ‘On a date? With me?’

I nod. ‘Could be fun.’

‘I knew I’d like you.’

I grin, feeling protected and precious.

‘Come on,’ he says, and leads me to a white Porsche 918 Spyder.

I don’t know where the night is taking me—some distant warning that it could be dangerous clamors in my skull—but the call seems distant and inconsequential, and I turn away from it. I tell myself it is just a snapshot in time. Here, there, and then gone forever. Why shouldn’t I have this night? Without thought. Without consequence. Embrace, kiss, no rules, no guilt, just get and give pleasure. Only tonight. It will never be more, anyway. Not with men like him. For men like him, women come and go. So I will just do this one time.