Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
I still can’t believe I only met her a year ago, though I’d heard about her for years. Most of the powerful men in Vegas know who she is. It wasn’t until last year that I met her at an event. A man I’d been working a deal with at the time was the reason for my being there. Every now and then I was forced to do a little elbow rubbing. He’d seen me following her around with my eyes as she worked the room.
She was magnificent. Something inside me that I didn’t even know was there came alive. I’d lived a dull life. Father, a Sheriff. Mother, a Sunday school teacher. I did everything I was supposed to. Went to college and graduated while I worked the whole time in construction, saving every penny I had. I took the only two things I knew, business and construction, and mixed them. And that’s all I ever really did. Worked, slept, and ate. I didn’t crave much other than that. Until I saw her. I didn’t want dull anymore. I wanted her. I liked the things she made me feel.
Then he told me who she was. Samantha Levine, the woman who ran the Mistress Auctions. I’d also heard she wasn’t one to be crossed. That there wasn’t a person she didn’t have in her pocket. She was untouchable.
I didn’t give a shit. I planned on touching. Even though she skirted the law…hell, who am I kidding? I’m sure she broke it when she saw fit. I’d spent my years making sure I played by the rules. I didn’t get mixed up in Vegas politics or the power games like everyone else. I didn’t have to worry about getting tangled in it. I’d built my business so I wouldn’t have to. I bought land and sold it. Sometimes I sat on it and sometimes I built on it and sold it. I’d made a killing and had done it with clean hands. Not many could say the same in a town like this. Not even the woman lying in my bed. I’d break every rule I ever lived by to keep her.
She had me the moment I saw her, but she sealed her fate after that night. She’d given me her card and asked me to come to her office the next day. I was sure she was going to ask if I wanted to come to one of the Mistress Auctions.
It wasn’t until I went into her office and she was on me that I knew what she wanted. I was more than happy to give her that. She’d taken me by surprise, but I think I surprised her when I picked her up, placed her on her desk, ripped her clothes from her body, and fucked her right there.
I spilled all those feeling deep inside her, the ones I had felt that very first night. I don’t know how men treated her before, but she seemed to like me taking control in bed. My reaction to her in her office that day was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was almost like I wasn’t me. That she’d uncovered my baser instincts.
When she’d finally come to, she tried to pull herself from me. I only held her tighter. That seems to be our game now. She tries to pull away, and I grab hold and pull her back to me.
What’s holding her back from me, I have no idea. I know she has her issues. She needs control, and I let her have it when we’re not in the heat of passion. I think that’s why she keeps letting me get closer and closer, a little bit at a time. She knows I won’t make her choose. I want her to choose me. To let that life go, but I want her to choose it on her own, and I think she needs that, too.
When she told me the story of growing up with a ruthless father, a notorious mob boss, I got her. Things started making a little more sense. I also know I’m the only person who knows she was his daughter. I got the inkling she might have killed him. It was easy to read between the lines of her story. I got what she didn’t fill in, and I wouldn’t make her say anything she didn’t want to. She would if she wanted to, or maybe it wasn’t something she wanted to relive. I have no doubt in my mind my Samantha would take down any man who laid a hand on a woman. Anyone could see that with the way she treated her girls.
I just knew her father ran a whorehouse and treated everyone in his life like shit, and she was not excluded from that list. I have a feeling she took the money he’d left behind and started the Mistress Auctions, a place where women can sell themselves if they want, but would always be safe.
She keeps giving me all these little pieces of her, and I just keep collecting them. I’m hoping that one day I’ll have them all, and I don’t care how long it takes me to get them. A tight grip took hold of me last night when I saw her holding back from me a little. There’s something she’s not telling me.
I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips. One hand comes up, sliding her fingers into my hair as she sleepily deepens the kiss.
“You wore me out,” she says, pulling her lips from mine.
“Stay in bed, love. You don’t have to be up for a few more hours.” I rub my hand across her stomach, loving the silky feel of her skin against my rough hands. Everything about us is such a contrast.
Her breath catches for a moment. “Okay, cowboy.” She grabs the blanket, pulling it over her head and burying herself deeper into the bed.
I still feel something is wrong. It’s coating the air. Others may not be able to read her, but I can. I notice every breath she takes, and they’re off.