aren’t you? Where’d you learn to throw a punch like that?”
“None of your business. Now put me down.” She’s got a slight accent that goes straight to my dick, and all I can think about is how it’s going to sound when she moans my name.
“No can do, kitty cat. You and I have some business to discuss. And as luck has it, my hotel is just around the block. Feels like a nice night for an evening stroll, don’t you think?”
I start walking in the direction of my hotel, making sure to keep a hand on her ass to keep any drunk assholes from getting a good look at my woman. I should probably make her stop and change, but I don’t want to take the chance of her getting away.
“I’ll give you your stuff back. Just let me go.”
“That’s not what I’m after, Nika.”
She tenses when she hears me say her name but then quickly goes limp. I’m guessing she knows why I’m here. But I know damn well she has no idea I don’t plan on giving her back.
Chapter 3
Samuel
W hen I walk through the lobby of the Blue Diamond, no one bats an eye. Thank God this is Vegas and shit like this seems to happen all the time.
I took her shoes off as we walked, and I wave them at the desk clerk as we pass. It gives the impression my drunk wife has sore feet from the ridiculously high heels. Wife . Hmm, I like the sound of that.
Getting to my room, I don’t stop and listen outside of Mary and Anthony's door. I live with them, and that’s enough to deal with. Thankfully, we got separate rooms, and mine is just across the hall from theirs. I put in the key card and walk through, turning to lock and bolt the door behind us.
I walk over to the bed and toss Nika on it, watching her bounce a little. Immediately, she’s on her feet, having gained some leverage without the heels on. She’s soon in a fighting stance on top of the bed.
Holding my hands up in a defensive gesture, I try to reason with her. “Listen, Nika. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.”
“You can talk while I kick your ass, pretty boy.” She opens her hands and curls them into fists again, inviting me to tussle. It’s laughable really, but if this is the way she wants it…
“All right, kitten. Let’s play.” I take off my leather jacket slowly, careful to remove the gun with it at the same time so she doesn’t see it. No need to make her any more scared than she already is, and I really don’t want her going for it.
I lean down, still keeping my eyes on her as I remove my boots and the knife strapped to my ankle. Once those are off, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt up and off. I see her eyes trail over my big body. I’ve full tattoo sleeves on both arms, and I work out. A lot. I can see her eyes open a little in shock, and then I see her lick her lips. My cock is hard just thinking about getting to touch her again, and I’m sure she’s not missing that either.
When I hold my hands up and get in a fighting stance she shakes her head and does the same. I have no intentions of fighting her, but if this is what she wants, then I’ll play along. She’s still standing on the bed, and I’m waiting for her to make a move. I start to bait her and tell her to hurry up, but before I can blink, her little foot comes out and is across my face. I take a step back in shock.
“What the—”
Before I can finish the sentence, she’s in front of me, flipping me over her shoulder onto the bed. I don’t know how it’s physically possible, but I’m lying on the bed with her on top of me, and she’s got one of my arms bent back, putting enough pressure on it to immobilize me. I recover after a split second, and I realize I can take her in this position. But why bother?
I lie there, stunned, and more turned on then I have ever been in my life.
“Now you listen to me—”
“Samuel,” I say, cutting her off. I give her a big smile, and she looks down at me. She’s clearly annoyed and bends my thumb back more.
I let out a
“None of your business. Now put me down.” She’s got a slight accent that goes straight to my dick, and all I can think about is how it’s going to sound when she moans my name.
“No can do, kitty cat. You and I have some business to discuss. And as luck has it, my hotel is just around the block. Feels like a nice night for an evening stroll, don’t you think?”
I start walking in the direction of my hotel, making sure to keep a hand on her ass to keep any drunk assholes from getting a good look at my woman. I should probably make her stop and change, but I don’t want to take the chance of her getting away.
“I’ll give you your stuff back. Just let me go.”
“That’s not what I’m after, Nika.”
She tenses when she hears me say her name but then quickly goes limp. I’m guessing she knows why I’m here. But I know damn well she has no idea I don’t plan on giving her back.
Chapter 3
Samuel
W hen I walk through the lobby of the Blue Diamond, no one bats an eye. Thank God this is Vegas and shit like this seems to happen all the time.
I took her shoes off as we walked, and I wave them at the desk clerk as we pass. It gives the impression my drunk wife has sore feet from the ridiculously high heels. Wife . Hmm, I like the sound of that.
Getting to my room, I don’t stop and listen outside of Mary and Anthony's door. I live with them, and that’s enough to deal with. Thankfully, we got separate rooms, and mine is just across the hall from theirs. I put in the key card and walk through, turning to lock and bolt the door behind us.
I walk over to the bed and toss Nika on it, watching her bounce a little. Immediately, she’s on her feet, having gained some leverage without the heels on. She’s soon in a fighting stance on top of the bed.
Holding my hands up in a defensive gesture, I try to reason with her. “Listen, Nika. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.”
“You can talk while I kick your ass, pretty boy.” She opens her hands and curls them into fists again, inviting me to tussle. It’s laughable really, but if this is the way she wants it…
“All right, kitten. Let’s play.” I take off my leather jacket slowly, careful to remove the gun with it at the same time so she doesn’t see it. No need to make her any more scared than she already is, and I really don’t want her going for it.
I lean down, still keeping my eyes on her as I remove my boots and the knife strapped to my ankle. Once those are off, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt up and off. I see her eyes trail over my big body. I’ve full tattoo sleeves on both arms, and I work out. A lot. I can see her eyes open a little in shock, and then I see her lick her lips. My cock is hard just thinking about getting to touch her again, and I’m sure she’s not missing that either.
When I hold my hands up and get in a fighting stance she shakes her head and does the same. I have no intentions of fighting her, but if this is what she wants, then I’ll play along. She’s still standing on the bed, and I’m waiting for her to make a move. I start to bait her and tell her to hurry up, but before I can blink, her little foot comes out and is across my face. I take a step back in shock.
“What the—”
Before I can finish the sentence, she’s in front of me, flipping me over her shoulder onto the bed. I don’t know how it’s physically possible, but I’m lying on the bed with her on top of me, and she’s got one of my arms bent back, putting enough pressure on it to immobilize me. I recover after a split second, and I realize I can take her in this position. But why bother?
I lie there, stunned, and more turned on then I have ever been in my life.
“Now you listen to me—”
“Samuel,” I say, cutting her off. I give her a big smile, and she looks down at me. She’s clearly annoyed and bends my thumb back more.
I let out a
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