Conquered by the Mafia Boss

His finger anchors hard inside me and I feel my juices slipping around him. Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to keep myself together?

“Actually, we’re on our honeymoon.”

His voice rumbles through my back as he keeps fucking me, rubbing hard with that thousand-dollar chip. I can barely think of anything but how good it fucking feels. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe he’s getting me this hot with a goddamn poker chip. I want more-I want him. Finally I hold his arm, stilling his movements under the table.

“Oh, congratulations!”

“Thanks.” I manage a weak smile.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Not a lot of guys bring their wives to these big games.” The dealer looks up from the cards at me.

“I put everything on my business card,” the orthopedic surgeon chimes in.

They look at us curiously, but I don’t really fucking care at this point. His thumb vigorously rubs the chip over my nub, and I’m trying to keep my mouth shut. I’m also trying not to turn around and grab his fucking tie to scream at him to stop fingering me.

But I don’t want him to stop. I want it faster.

“Sounds like your wives carry your balls in their purses.”

The table erupts with laughter, and I seize up as another finger sinks into my wet pussy. Holy fuck. I just can’t. Every sensation hits me hard. Even Jack’s soft laughter blowing over my neck. I think of sex. I think of him sinking his teeth into me as he ruts me deep. His tongue making hot circles around my nipple. Sucking. Biting.

“Ass.”

“At least my wife knows who’s boss. Right, sweetheart?”

He takes my chin in his hands and my cheeks flame as his fingers pump inside me, his eyes full of laughter.

Son of a bitch.

I have a mind to grab his cock in front of all the men, but instead I take his tie and yank his head to me. The guys hoot and cheer as I seal my lips against his. Electricity sparks over my skin as he kisses me back and then I slide my tongue inside his mouth.

I don’t care how tacky this looks. Payback.

He pulls back, his face a little red as he bares his teeth in a grimace and ruthlessly shoves his fingers inside me.

“Jesus. Take that to the hotel room!”

The room erupts with a smattering of nervous laughter, and some of the guys stare at Jack with open jealousy.

Jack plays a few more games and I get more and more flustered. Fuck, I’m sitting on his goddamn lap and I can feel his dick riding against my ass. He curves his fingers inside me as I grip his arm and slide my fingers over his rocking hand. I trace his knuckles and feel myself clench over him. His thumb moves aggressively, and I bite my lip hard. I’m going to fucking come. I’m going to-

My body shifts as he leans forward and slides all of his chips toward the center. My body shudders as another finger joins, spreading me open.

“I’m all in.”

The men at the table miss the hint of laughter in his voice, but the irony doesn’t escape me, not when I’m seconds away from coming. A shudder runs up my leg.

No, not now-please!

I can’t even hiss an insult because the room is too quiet. Cards fly from the dealer’s hand and Jack takes a sip of his whiskey. Then he twists his hand, pinching my clit with the poker chip as he curves upward. My breath hitches and I bite down my lip. I clench over his fingers and he continues to thrust mercilessly, and I can’t help myself. I can’t fight the tide of pleasure. A moan shudders from my lips.

It breaks the tension in the room like the crack of a bowling ball on wood. They look at me with raised eyebrows and mild shock, until Jack withdraws his hand from my skirt, wiping himself on my thighs.

“It’s a lot of money,” I manage to choke out.

Jack seizes the excuse, chuckling slightly. “I told you not to worry about it.”

The waves of pleasure cascade over me, weakening my muscles so that I can barely hold myself upright. He slides an arm around my waist and the men return to their game as I try to breathe slow, deep breaths.

“Ah, shit.”

I don’t even notice that the dealer flipped the last card and that the game is over. The orthopedic surgeon leans across the table and laughs as he rakes in the chips, and Jack makes an elegant shrug. His legs move and we stand up from the table.

“I guess that’s it.”

I gape at the pile of chips he lost. There’s probably thirty grand in there, but it rolls off his shoulders like it’s nothing. I feel his heat simmering behind me like a wall of fire, and his hand clenches over my upper arm.

“Nice game.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Jack pushes against my side and nearly yanks me from the room. We’re thrust into the chaos of the casino as my heart jackknifes in my chest. He pulls me close and I hit the center of his chest as he gives me a smoldering look.

“There’s more where that came from, babe.”

“Jack, you’re insane.”

His face lights up with wild laughter as he runs his hands down my body, right over the swell of my ass. “I need to claim my property-now.”

My core tightens. “Let’s go back.”

“I said I wanted you now.”

What?

“Jack, we’re in a casino.”

“The first time we fucked, it was in a VIP room.” He presses his lips against my ear, and my body heats up instantly.

“Yeah, but there are cameras all over the place.”

He searches the floor, his hunger almost manic. Then he points to a darkened balcony overlooking the casino. It’s a restaurant with a big sign indicating that it’s under renovations.

“I’m going to fuck you right on that balcony.”

The moment he says the word, fuck, a tingling sensation spreads over my skin and I know I won’t be able to deny him. I’ve never been able to.

He drags me up the stairs, past the curtained-off rope, and into the darkened, open area. The seats are shoved to the walls and a brass railing gleams over the casino. We’re not that high up. A loud noise could attract their attention and they’d just have to look up.