Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
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.