Chapter 60: 60 ~ Jace
There was something about the way she boldly took me on that suggested something deeper than the surface. She could not be that horny.
She was either trying to distract me from her brother’s mess up or there was something else.
"What do you mean?" She asked me, sounding innocent.
"It’s nothing. Go clean up. I’ll join you soon."
She turned and I was tempted to smack her ass.
I waited until she was out of sight before picking up my phone.
"I need you to keep an eye on Roberto Valente."
"On it boss." The person on the other end said. I hung up immediately after and joined her in the bathroom afterwards.
She seemed to be so lost in thought she did realize when I walked in.
A part of me wanted to ask her what was going on in her head but I did not need her thinking I was developing too much of a soft spot for her. She would take it for granted. I had already broken enough rules for her. I even let myself kiss her like my life depended on it.
When she noticed my presence, she was so startled she almost slipped. I caught her.
I felt my cock stir again.
I thought about the pain in my arm and thought ahh fuck it. I had been through worse.
I pinned her to the wall as the water from the shower drenched us. Raising one of her legs, I slid a finger in.
I loved seeing her shut her eyes and throw her head back as I pleasured it her. It was so sexy to watch.
Her raised leg went around my hip pulling me closer. I bent down and took her nipples in my mouth. Her moans were like music to my ears. Every sigh, every gasp and every plea for more felt like a melody.
I pulled back and choked her as I slid into her wet pussy. She tightened around me and I groaned, enjoying the feel of her walls around my cock.
I moved slowly trying to torture her so she would beg for it.
"Say my name."
"Daddy-"
"Look at me."
Dazed, she looked into my eyes as she whimpered.
I pulled out almost totally and slammed into her hard.
"Jace!" She screamed.
"It’s daddy to you." I growled in her ears, going as fast as I could.
I hit it as hard as I could until her moans escalated to screaming.
I was panting too as I held her face in my hands until I spilled all my seeds in her yet again.
There were no words said she cleaned up, stepped out of the bathroom and eventually left my office.
I looked at the door long after she left. Whatever it was that was troubling her, I would find out sooner or later.
For now, I had more pressing matters at hand.
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I adjusted my cufflinks and stepped out of the black McLaren as a valet opened the passenger door for Mira. She came out ofthe vehicle, dressed in black silk that hugged her like sin. I didn’t say a word, but my hand found her lower back. A part of me was tempted to pull her aside and do nasty things to her in that dress.
She looked around nervously. It was obvious she still didn’t know what this place truly was. Not yet.
"Smile," I said under my breath, watching as the cameras caught us stepping through the golden entrance. "You’re on Romano ground now."
And indeed it was buzzing.
Low jazz notes were playing in the background, blending into the rhythmic sound of slot machines as well the sound of calculated laughter from the patrons.
From the outside, it looked like a luxury hotel, discreet and prestigious. But inside, it was all power. Mine.
Her eyes darted around, wide but trying to stay composed. Good. I needed her nervous. I needed everyone to know she was mine.
My injured arm was hidden well under my jacket as I walked into the casino tonight. No one needed to know that I was injured.
Inside, the floor was glittering under soft golden lights. Dealers in white shirts and vests ran games at every turn. Wealthy men with fat cigars and showy cufflinks laughed over poker. Women draped in diamonds leaned over tables like felines waiting to strike. Waitresses weaved through the crowd, trays balanced, hips swaying. No one looked innocent here. Not even Mira.
We passed the blackjack tables and I felt all eyes on us. Her especially. But I paid them no mind as we headed to the upper floor—VIP only. The guards there didn’t need to ask. They stepped aside as soon as they saw me.
"I thought you said this was just a casino," Mira whispered, eyeing the private rooms behind smoked-glass doors.
I slowly glanced at her before responding.
"It is," I replied. "Mostly."
I could feel her shiver at the word. Good. Let her wonder.
Inside my private suite, it was quiet. Velvet walls, polished dark wood, crystal glasses already set. The surveillance feed blinked silently on the wall behind the bar.
"Have a seat." I poured her a drink, then one for myself. "No guards in here. Just us."
She perched on the edge of the couch, too aware of her surroundings. Her eyes moved toward the wall of monitors. She was trying to understand the layers. She always did.
"You own all this?" she asked.
I nodded. "Every table. Every coin. Every debt collected."
Her lips parted like she wanted to ask something, but didn’t. Smart girl.
I walked to her slowly, letting the weight of the room press in on her.
"You’re not just here for the view, Mira. Tonight, they see you with me. That means something."
"Like what?"
"That you belong to the man who owns the shadows in this city."
Her eyes narrowed. She hated when I talked like that.
"Don’t look at me like I’m a monster," I said, brushing a strand of hair off her face. "I brought you here so you know exactly who’s protecting you. And who you belong to.
It was a subtle warning to whomever she was plotting with to gain her freedom. I ran the show and if I said she was not going anywhere. I meant it.
She didn’t reply. But I felt her pulse quickened under my fingers.
Somewhere downstairs, someone cheered over a jackpot win.
In here, silence reigned. Tension thick enough to wrap around us.
I tilted her chin toward me.
"Don’t ever forget where you stand, Mira. This isn’t just a casino. It’s a war zone —and you’re sitting beside the general."
I needed her to remember that.