Page 15 of King of Desire (Kings of Las Vegas #2)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Triston

I take Honeyeh to my next meeting as well, at least the first part of it. Here, I’m meeting with the board of trustees for Dimitri’s casino, Shimmer.

This meeting, held in the dining room, is far larger, and there is a lot more schmoozing.

She stays by my side, her hip brushing mine as she charms every man she meets.

Even I was shocked by how much Matteo Andriani warmed to her.

The man is ice. But I watched him melt, the ice leaving his eyes his gaze drank her in, dancing with fire.

I barely controlled the jealousy, especially when he suggested she ought to marry her way out of her financial hardships. It was an offer, I’m sure of it.

I’m glad to do business with Matteo, now head of the Italian Mafia here in Vegas. But if he tries to touch Honeyeh…

A fresh wave of possessive anger pulses through me, and I push it back down.

This meeting is easier though. Charmed as they all are, not one of these blowhards has what it takes to woo Honeyeh out of my house and into theirs.

By the time we get to signing contracts, I send Honeyeh not back to the party, which is winding down, but upstairs to change. “This won’t take long and then I can drive you home.”

Killian is next to me, and he lifts his hand. “We’re driving back into the city if you’d like me?—”

I glare until he shuts the fuck up.

No one else is driving Honeyeh. First, I want a few quiet moments with her and as much time in her company as I can get.

Second, I’m still debating where I’m taking things with Honeyeh next.

She’s been perfect tonight. An asset in every way. Charming, beautiful, always sweet, I have found her company beyond enjoyable this evening in addition to being damn helpful.

For the first time in my adult life, I actually see the appeal of marriage.

I’m sure my father saw it too, though. I’m sure my mother was nothing but an asset in the beginning. Polished, attractive, she gave him six sons. All while he fucked his way through England and beyond.

Not that I’d do that…but still…it doesn’t make a man trust in matrimony to see such a deplorable example.

Honeyeh slips from my side and starts for the door, catching my eye over her shoulder before she disappears.

It takes everything in me not to chase after her.

But this hostile takeover, coupled with the deal that we just made with the Italians, are the nails in the coffin that are going to close down the Russians in their casino business.

They’ve neglected their casinos. Mostly, I’d guess they use them to wash money for their other businesses, which is why they don’t care.

But that doesn’t keep the board happy. And their casino is in the way of me connecting two more of mine to Mason’s tunnel.

So as the papers are signed—saying that the board will vote out Dimitri and allow me to assume control—it’s a big moment. One I’ve been waiting for and working toward for the past few years at least.

And yet, all I can think of is Honeyeh upstairs taking off her clothes.

We all sign, and it takes everything in me not to race out of the room. Instead, whisky is poured, and I pretend to drink, far more interested in using my energy for other pursuits.

When I can finally leave, I’m sprinting up the stairs, pulling off my tie and undoing the top button as I shrug off the jacket and knock on the guest room door.

“Come in,” Honeyeh calls.

Something inside me unwinds to hear her voice. I push open the door to find her still in her dress, sitting on the end of the bed. “You didn’t change.”

She looks over her shoulder again and my breath stalls in my lungs, she’s so incredible. “I can’t reach the zipper.” And then she points over her shoulder.

A laugh rumbles from my lips.

Her shoes are off, sitting next to her on the floor. I cross the room, and she stands, presenting her back.

Without a word, I reach for her, undoing the hook above the zipper, my fingers brushing her skin, before I grasp the zipper and slide it down her back, exposing the clasp of the bra underneath, and then lower, revealing the smooth skin of her back.

The zipper keeps going all the way down to her ass, and so do I, her thong coming into view.

She holds the dress in the front so it doesn’t fall off her body, but it opens some. I’ve got a raging hard on, the one I’ve been trying to control all night.

But when one of the dimples above her ass comes into view, I start to leak cum.

I want Honeyeh so badly, my balls are on fire. My hand shakes the slightest bit as I reach the bottom of the zipper, and then I trail my fingers back up the exposed skin of her back.

She sucks in her breath, her skin breaking out in little bumps. With a rumble, I trace her waist, moving my hand deeper into the dress until my palm is pressed to her bare stomach.

And then I pull her against my front, settling my cock into the plump curve of her ass.

She gasps and it only makes me hotter as I nip at the curve of her neck, my hand now sliding down, tracing the top of the thong. I want to dive my hand underneath the lacy fabric. The one I picked out in the store, picturing it on Honeyeh’s skin.

Her breath is coming out in short little puffs as she reaches a hand back, settling it on my hip.

I look down to see her delicate fingers on my black pants and I know I want to see more of her hands on my skin.

“Honeyeh,” I growl out, as I slip past the top of the thong, my hand skimming down the silky skin of her lower belly.

And that’s when I realize that her pussy is shaved clean. “Fuck me.” I press my fingertips into her mound. “Are you bare for me, sweetheart?”

“She gave me a Brazilian today,” Honeyeh whispers even as I sink my fingers lower, running my middle finger along her soaking wet seam.

My breath is ragged now as I part her lips, the wet folds of her pussy drenching my hand. I’m about to completely fucking lose all control when her head falls back on my shoulder. “Triston?”

My answer is to grasp her chin with my other hand and turn her face so that I can devour her mouth, giving her a fierce kiss before I part her lips and dive in with my tongue.

My finger slides up higher and hits her sensitive clit. She cries into my mouth as her entire body shakes and I know she wants me as badly as I want her.

I let go of her jaw, still kissing her like I’m claiming her with my tongue as I tug the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the dress falling into a heap on the floor.

Now I get to see my hand down her underwear and between her legs. I want her naked.

No. I want her in nothing but the thigh-high stockings, on her hands and knees on the bed as I hold her hips in my hands and watch my cock sink into her pussy that I’ve messed up so good.

I’m leaking more cum, so ready for release, I step back just enough to get my hand on her back and unhook the bra with a quick jerk, sending the contraption across the room.

Then she’s back against my body, my mouth slanting over hers as I circle her clit with one hand and grab one of her perfect fucking tits in my other hand. Apple-sized and pert, with gorgeous nipples already standing at attention for me.

I tweak one and she cries out again, bucking into my hand. “Triston,” she gasps into my mouth.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I’m already moving us toward the bed. I just need to fucking cum, and then I can think again.

Honeyeh’s got me crazy and if I could just gain some control back, I wouldn’t be thinking wild thoughts of marriage and killing men who even dare to look at her.

“I…” She pauses as I kiss her again, her lips meeting mine with enough hunger that I forget she wanted to talk. Her quads hit the bed, even as I switch my attention to the other breast. I want to lick them, taste every inch of her.

Maybe next time. But then I catch myself. Why am I already thinking of a next time? There are no promises here.

So instead, I let go of her breast, to place my hand on her back, even as I keep circling her clit. She’s drenched now, her juices covering my hand and running down her thighs. She’s going to feel so good.

I can’t remember a time that I was this amped.

I push and she goes without question, bending over for me.

Honeyeh is so responsive to my every touch it only stokes the fire burning in my balls.

I’d love to hold both her wrists above her head, pound into her while she wrapped her legs around my waist and whimpered and begged for me to make her cum.

I nearly lose it, my vision blurring. Fuck. I’m already not sure once is going to be enough. But that’s a worry for tomorrow. For after I’ve cleared my fucking balls of the cum that’s been collecting for days.

I start ripping the thong down her thighs, her ass bare to me, her pussy too.

I haven’t taken off a single article of my own clothing and with a rumble of frustration I back up, ripping the buttons off my shirt to yank it off and then I’m tugging my T-shirt over my head.

She looks beyond incredible in her thigh-highs and thong halfway down her legs. I’m this close to blowing my load in my pants.

I’ve only just reached for the clasp on my trousers when Honeyeh looks over her shoulder with large gray eyes filled with, not lust, but worry.

My hand stills. “Triston?”

“Yeah?”

The round curve of her ass is so gorgeous, her pussy and thighs slick from her own juices.

“I’ve never…” She licks her lips and draws in a shuddering breath. “I’ve never done this before.”

My cock is straining against my trousers, demanding to be set free. “Done what?” Fucked her boss? Had a one-night stand? Been paid as a date and then had sex?

“I’m…I’m a virgin and I…”

The word virgin makes me freeze. I’ve got a fucking virgin bent over the bed in thigh-highs with a thong around her knees.

Fuck. Me.