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“Risks of the mission.”

“Hm,” I sniff, “Or perhaps you just cannot abide losing.”

“Oh, I’ve lost before. To be fair, it was to Ero. No one beats Ero. He’s too good at bluffing. Mostly because he never bluffs.”

“Your statement makes no sense.”

“My twin brother made no sense. But he was the only person who could ever beat me.”

We zigzag through the press, vanishing in ambiguity by watching the entertainment on each stage, room to room. By the time we reach the back of the building, no one is paying us a bit of attention.

Just to be safe, I grab Shakal, pressing into him.

“Frisky, are we?” His hands are firebrands on my body, drawing me close. Our lips connect, teasing. My hand drifts down, cupping the growing bulge in his pants.

No longer pretending to be getting handsy, we push through the door. To anyone watching, we are just two lovers looking for a quick tryst.

The game continues as we explore the back rooms of the casino.

Kissing, biting, slipping my hand down his pants. He tickles the crease at the top of my thighs, toying with my ass cheeks. Before long, we are both on fire.

Shoving into a storage closet, I nearly tear his pants open, sliding the stunning length of his cock out into my hand. Jerking him off roughly, I do not hesitate, rucking up my skirt and shoving him back against a shelf.

“You are my kind of insane,” he gasps, claiming my lips and slipping a finger down my crack, into my slick opening.

“It is your fault. You are too distracting.”

“Then we’d better take care of the problem.”

“Yes…” I moan as he turns me around, tugging my back against his chest and slipping his thick shaft between my legs, brushing along my folds. “We must be quick…we need to find secret entrance…”

Locking an arm around me, he spins, pinning me to the wall. My palms and my cheek plant against the cool stone. It’s a sweet relief on my blushing face.

“Found it,” Ciro breathes into my ear, plunging into me. It’s all I can do to keep from screaming in ecstasy. My hand clamps over my mouth as he thrusts again.

“You’re so deep…”

“You’re so wet,” he moans softly.

“Just for you…”

No more words are spoken. He simply grips my hair, pulling back to bite my neck. Shivers of delicious bliss and gentle pain send explosions through my brain. Heat fills my core.

He fills me so sweetly.

“Fuck me,” I beg, knowing I will come undone soon.

What can I say?

Danger makes me horny.

Ciro plows me from behind, filling me, stretching my inner walls to the limit. Each powerful stroke driving closer.

I am a second from reaching down when his fingers find my apex, spreading back the hood of my sex. Lightning strikes. Thunder roars.

Electric pulses careen down my limbs, up my spine and across my skin like static shocks. Biting down on my lip, my throat tightens against the scream I want to let out. Holding it in only adds to the tension in the pleasure, imploding into my center as Ciro erupts within me, gritting his teeth to keep from singing with me.

We pant in the dark, the tight space, his head resting against mine. Sweat and sex fill my nostrils, an intoxicating blend of us.