She cried out, holding on to the desk as he held her in place and took what he wanted.
This was hard and fast. He sped up, his thrusts increasing as he fought completion, going to the hilt, pounding within her.
She moaned his name, driving back against him, completely coming apart as she used her body for his own pleasure.
This wasn’t love. She didn’t want love. This was cold, hard need, turned to fucking.
With each drive of his cock, she lost all thought and was unable to think, to focus, to do anything but feel him.
When he came, he didn’t immediately pull away either. He held himself deep within her, and she closed her eyes.
Arousal still pulsed through her body, demanding her own release. His breath fanned across her hair. Then he slid his hand between her thighs, and with his now-flaccid cock inside her, he started to work her clit. “Come for me.”
She whimpered, sliding her pussy on his fingers, his cum swimming inside her.
“That’s it, Claire. Take what you want. Don’t wait for me, just take.”
The sounds of her release filled the air and she couldn’t help but become aware of how easy he made her forget herself.
He stepped away, his cock easing out of her, and he grabbed some tissues, placing it against her and capturing his cum.
Heat filled her cheeks. She wiped herself, feeling strange. This was different.
Turning on her heel, she went to leave, but he caught her wrist. He lifted her and placed her on the edge of his desk.
“You need to stop doing this. I’m not some pet you can control.”
“That’s exactly what you are.”
“And you’re my pet as well,” she said. She hadn’t asked him for anything and she certainly hadn’t taken anything.
“What’s your cell phone number?”
She frowned. “What?”
“I want to call you when I need you. Remember?”
“Oh, I, er, I don’t have a cell phone. It was broken when my landlord threw out my clothes and stuff.”
“Right.”
“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?” she asked.
“It depends. Do you want me to?”
“No. He was just doing what he thought was right.”
“And kicking out a woman in the streets was right?”
“I thought Tony had paid, but he hadn’t. Wouldn’t you do the same?”
“I’m not a landlord.”
“No? What are you?” she asked.
He leaned forward, capturing her lips. “I’m king.”
Chapter Five
“How much did you say he offered a month?” Gabriel asked. He listened to the figure his man gave and gritted his teeth. Claire was proving to be a pain the ass, but he oddly didn’t mind. She was a welcome distraction. “Offer him double and call me when it’s done.”
So far, he’d gotten rid of three potential apartments. Ever since his men had told him she’d gone hunting for them, he always made sure they were able to make counteroffers that stopped her from moving out.
He didn’t have a fucking clue why.
They had their arrangement and so far, he’d organized another apartment with her, not too far from the one they lived in now, and had yet to use it. She hadn’t even wanted to take the cell phone he’d given her. The woman was proving to be difficult. She didn’t accept gifts from him, only orgasms.
He was used to women wanting everything from him. His money, jewelry, gifts, everything. Instead, this woman only wanted his cock, and so far, after only a couple of days, he wasn’t fucking bored. In fact, with each passing day, he grew more and more addicted to her.
“Sir, there’s a situation at one of the tables. Three men are counting cards,” one of his guards said.
“You have proof?”
“Yes, sir. We’ve removed the men from the table and are in holding now.”
“Let’s go and see.” He got to his feet and made his way toward the security monitor. When someone attempted to count cards, it was difficult to identify. Watching the men on screen, he noticed they were clearly bad at it. He saw the way they all followed the cards, counted, their lips moving.
After just a few minutes, he’d seen enough and made his way to the room where the three men were waiting.
“This is horse shit,” the first man with short, blond hair and a receding hairline said.
“Gentlemen, I’m Gabriel Locke, the owner of this establishment.” By saying his name, he could always judge if people knew him. They all seemed clueless, which was a pity. Now if they’d been playing in his private betting rooms, he’d be able to take out his anger on them. As it was, with civilians, he had to play by the rules, and counting cards wasn’t allowed. Giving them a warning and removing them from his property, banning them from all of his casinos, the matter was dealt with.
It pissed him off and he stood, staring out across his empire.
There was only one person he wanted right now.
After pulling out his cell phone, he texted her.
Gabriel: Be at the apartment in ten minutes.
He hadn’t even put his phone away when his cell phone alerted him to a brand-new message. Gritting his teeth, he opened it up, and there was one waiting from Claire.
Claire: Can’t. Rhianna’s upset. I’m keeping her company.
She was, was she?
Well, his needs came first.
Leaving the casino, he climbed into the back of his car and ordered to be taken to his apartment.
Before the car had even stopped in its parking spot, he was out the door, at the elevator, and heading back up to his room. The time that passed didn’t do his mood any justice. He was angry, pissed off, and fucking horny. Opening the door, he entered the apartment and found his sister and his woman on the sofa.
Rhianna sniffled into some tissues.
“What’s going on here?” he asked.
“It’s nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“It’s none of your business,” Rhianna said.
“Good, if it’s none of my business. Go accept the pizza I ordered. I know you love it.” He pulled some money out of his wallet and handed it to Rhianna.
“Pizza?”
His sister couldn’t resist a good pizza. The moment she was out of sight, he grabbed Claire’s hand and dragged her to his bedroom.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He slammed the door and shoved her toward the bed. The clothes she wore were hideous, but he pulled down her pajama shorts, revealing her naked ass.
“Gabriel!”
He had her on her knees and was inside her within a matter of seconds. She was wet, not as soaked as he liked her, but he didn’t have time. He worked his fingers through her slit and she gasped, moaning as he fucked her.
“When I tell you to be somewhere, you’re going to be there.”
“I had Rhianna to think of.”
“Don’t say her name. I don’t want to hear her name.” He bit down on her neck and rode her pussy, driving inside her, fingering her pussy. He grabbed his cell phone, putting it in her hand. “Call the pizza place, tell them it’s for Locke and they need to be ready within minutes.”