Page 3 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)

With a growl, Lucas pushed Matt back onto the bed, his body pressing down on top of him. Matt’s hands roamed over the young man’s body, feeling the firm muscles of his back and the smooth curve of his ass. Lucas’ lips trailed down Matt’s neck, leaving a burning trail of kisses in their wake.

Matt’s hands found Lucas’ hips, pulling him closer as he ground his own hips against him.

Lucas let out a low moan, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of Matt’s shirt.

With each button undone, more of Matt’s chiseled torso came into view—broad shoulders tapering into defined abs.

Lucas ran his hands over the exposed skin, sending shivers down Matt’s spine.

As the young man’s lips moved lower, Matt closed his eyes, trying to lose himself in the moment. But even as his body responded to Lucas’ touch, he knew it wasn’t enough.

“You’re so hot,” Lucas whispered, his breath warm against Matt’s ear. “Such a daddy.”

Matt chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to fill the luxurious suite.

As Lucas’ hands roamed over Matt’s chest, his lips tracing the contours of Matt’s jawline, Matt couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

And there, in his mind’s eye Matt saw Andy’s lithe form straddling him, Andy’s mouth leaving a scorching path down his abdomen.

The fantasy made his pulse quicken, each touch igniting a fire deep within him.

Lucas’ nimble fingers worked at the zipper of Matt’s pants when the shrill ring of his phone cut through the heated moment. Cursing under his breath, Matt reached for the device, his jaw tightening when he saw Eddie’s name on the screen.

“Eddie,” he answered, irritation lacing his voice.

“Boss, we got a situation downstairs,” Eddie’s voice crackled through the line. “It’s the Donovan kid. He’s raisin’ hell in the casino.”

The thought of seeing Andy sent a surge of pleasure through Matt’s body, eclipsing everything else.

He didn’t need more details; just the idea of facing Andy so soon was enough to make him crave more.

He didn’t have to wait until tomorrow morning after all, when his men would bring Andy to him to be dealt with.

“I’m on my way,” Matt replied.

He pushed Lucas away gently but firmly, sitting up and adjusting his clothes. “I have business to deal with,” he said as he buttoned his shirt back up.

“Really?” Lucas’ voice held a note of irritation. “Now?”

Matt turned to Lucas, who wore a mask of disappointment. “Duty calls,” he said. “But the room’s yours for the night. Feel free to invite a friend and have some fun.”

That seemed to please Lucas somewhat. “Fine,” he muttered. “Have fun dealing with work.”

Matt smiled again, knowing full well that work was going to be anything but dull tonight.

“Oh, I will,” he said, slipping on his jacket and heading out the door.

Moments later, Matt strode into the security department. The room buzzed with activity—monitors flickering with live feeds, security personnel huddled in discussion. Eddie broke away from a cluster of guards, his broad frame cutting through the chaos.

“Boss,” Eddie greeted him with a nod. “We got them in the interrogation room.”

“Both of them?” Matt asked.

Eddie’s mouth twisted into a smirk. “Yeah, Andy and his friend Sean. The kid’s been playing poker, losing a hundred grand he borrowed from our private loan. Contract’s under Andy Donovan’s name.”

A slow grin spread across Matt’s face. Leverage was a beautiful thing. Andy Donovan was now in his grasp, whether the young man realized it or not.

Eddie continued, his brow furrowed with irritation. “They caused quite a ruckus on the floor, too. Scared off some high rollers. We’re looking at damages worth tens of thousands.” He shook his head. “Had to get security involved to break them up.”

Matt’s jaw tightened ever so slightly. As much as he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, he despised any disruption to his business. Still, the thought of seeing Andy, of having him at his mercy, sent a thrill coursing through his veins.

“Good work. Take me to them,” Matt said.

Eddie led the way, and as they neared the interrogation room, Matt could hear raised voices—one of them unmistakably Andy’s. A surge of anticipation rippled through him, his steps quickening.

“You think gambling is going to solve this? Are you completely insane?”

Matt heard an apology from Sean, and he opened the door to see Andy had Sean cornered against the wall, his fist cocked back, ready to strike.

Matt reacted with lightning speed. In a blur of movement, he had Andy pinned against the opposite wall, his larger frame pressing against the young man’s slender body.

Andy’s eyes widened in surprise, but the fire within them didn’t dim. If anything, the proximity seemed to fan the flames, igniting a spark that danced between them like electricity.

Andy struggled against his grip for a moment before locking eyes with Matt.

The young man’s beauty hit Matt like a punch to the gut.

His ebony hair was tousled, a few strands falling across his forehead in a way that made Matt’s fingers itch to brush them aside.

His eyes, a mesmerizing blend of light brown and glittering gold, were alight with defiance.

Matt’s gaze traced the straight line of Andy’s nose, the soft angles of his jaw, and finally settled on those full, lush lips that seemed to beckon Matt’s kiss.

Matt didn’t release his grip, his hand wrapping around Andy’s neck as he drank in every detail of the young man’s face.

In that moment, every inch of Andy’s lithe, lean form called out to Matt like a siren’s song.

He could almost taste the young man’s scent—a tantalizing blend of musk and something sweetly alluring, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to his core.

Matt knew with absolute certainty that he couldn’t let Andy slip through his fingers.

This beautiful, defiant creature belonged to him—a prize to be claimed, a treasure to be savored.

The thought of possessing Andy, of making him his own, consumed Matt’s every sense, leaving him utterly intoxicated.