His Kingdom (Owning Vegas Book 1)

Louie takes me up to his penthouse and straight back into his office. “Do you have work to do? I can leave you alone,” I tell him. Although, judging by the way his hand tightens around mine, I don’t think he wants me to leave.

“Are you tired?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Good, because I promised you we’d continue where we left off before. I’m a man of my word, Charlotte.” He reaches behind my neck and tugs on the straps of my swimsuit. He then slides the wet fabric down my body until I’m standing in front of him completely naked. And one hundred percent onboard with whatever he’s cooking up in that sexy head of his. “Fuck me, you’re fuckably gorgeous,” he growls. There is no other way to describe the noise he makes. Louie spins me around so my front is facing the desk. “I’m going to take my time exploring every single inch of you,” he says into my ear as his lips trail up my neck.

“Mmm… that sounds like a good plan.”

“Best plan I’ve ever had.” His hand lands on my upper back and pushes down until my front is pressed against the top of his desk.

“Ah… you might want to move all these papers,” I suggest. I have no idea what they are—reports of some kind from what I can see.

“Fuck the papers. They can be reprinted.” The heat of Louie’s body leaves my back and then I feel his grip on my thighs, spreading my legs wider apart.

A moan slips out of my mouth when he drags his fingers through my wet folds, right from my clit to my ass, before he circles my puckered hole.

What the hell is he doing? I start to lift my head when Louie presses one palm on my back, keeping me in place.

“You ever been fucked here before?” he asks, his finger still exploring that forbidden hole.

“N… no…” My voice shakes. Surely, he isn’t going to…

“Good. I’ll be the first,” he says, his tone lifted by a hint of… joy?

“Ah, Louie, I don’t think…” My words trail off when his tongue slides up the length of my pussy. From top to bottom.

“Trust me, Charlotte, you’re going to love every filthy, forbidden thing I do to this body of yours. I guarantee it,” he says.

“Oh shit! Oh god!” I moan when his tongue starts lapping at my back hole. This isn’t right. But damn, it’s good.

Am I this kind of girl?

Three days ago, I would have said absolutely not. Now? I think Louie might be right. I’m going to love everything he does, and I’m going to let him use my body in ways it’s never been used before.

His finger pushes in, replacing his tongue. And I freeze, until his mouth moves to my clit. “Oh my god, I think you’re trying to kill me.” I cry out as a tsunami of pleasure crashes right through my every nerve ending.

“Not kill you. But devour you, yes.” Louie stands, my body left limp over the desk before he picks me up from around the waist and flips me over so I’m now lying on my back, looking up at his smiling face. “I’m going to own every fucking part of you, Charlotte. There won’t be an inch of your skin or soul I won’t consume.”

“I think I might let you,” I whisper. I’m pretty sure it’s not a wise thing to do. Let someone own me the way this man wants to. And the moment his cock lines up with my entrance, I freeze again. “Condom,” I remind him. I’m not making another trip to the clinic.

“Right, sorry,” Louie grumbles and fusses around in the drawer next to him, until he finds what he’s looking for. Much to my relief. At first.

Why does he have those in here?Oh god, does he bring other women in here? Of course he does. A man like Louie isn’t the settling down type. I’m more than likely one of a million vaginas that have sat on this desk. My nose scrunches up in disgust.

“What are you thinking right now?” Louie asks as he sheaths his cock.

“How many vaginas have sat on this desk before me?” I blurt out.

Louie’s eyebrows rise. “None.” He chuckles. “I don’t make a habit of bringing people into my home.”

“If you don’t bring them here, where do you take them?” I question, curiosity getting the better of me. I really don’t think I want to know. But I also do at the same time.

“I own three hotels on the strip, Charlotte,” Louie says in way of explanation.

“So, you just take women to hotel rooms? Why am I here then?”

“You’re different,” he tells me while lining himself up again. Only to pause and look at me.

“How?” I ask him. “How am I different?”

“I haven’t figured that part out yet. I just know that you are.” He slowly slides into me until he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he hisses. “You good?”

I wrap my legs around his waist, clearing my mind of all thoughts of anyone who quite literally came before me. “I’m good.”

Louie pulls out and shoves back inside me. “Good. You might want to hold on to something. This is about to get rough,” he warns, slamming into me again. Harder than before.

My body aches, but I’m not surprised. I expected it after the night Louie gave me. I woke up alone again. I can’t tell if I’m annoyed or relieved. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. I like his company. I like talking to him. I also know he has his own life and isn’t my full-time therapist. Which is why I’m currently tiptoeing towards the front door of his penthouse. I’m not sneaking out. More like… being considerate. I don’t want to bother him if he’s still here.

“Going somewhere?” The deep voice laced with humor has me jumping out of my skin.

Spinning around with a hand on my chest, I gape at Sammie, who is standing just a few feet away from me. “Where the hell did you even come from? And don’t do that,” I tell him.

“Do what?” he asks.

“Just, poof, appear out of thin air.” I snap my fingers to emphasize my point.

“Okay, first, I didn’t just appear. I’ve been here for an hour. Second… well, I don’t have a second,” he says, shaking his head. “Actually, I do. Where are you sneaking off to?”

“Where’s Louie?” I ask, instead of answering him.

“Had an errand to run,” Sammie tells me.

“And you’re here to babysit me?” I guess.

“Not babysit. Nope, I’m here to keep you company until he comes back.”

“Babysit. No thanks. Tell Louie he can call me when he’s back. Or not. It doesn’t really matter.” I shrug, making my way to the door.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but what exactly are your intentions with him?” Sammie asks while following me out of the penthouse.

“My intentions?” I stop at the next suite and swipe my entrance card.

“Yeah, what are your plans with him? Because I gotta be honest, I’ve never seen him like this and if you’re not as into it as he is, then…” Sammie’s words trail off. But he’s still right behind me when I step into the room I’ve been staying in—kind of.

“Why are you following me? And what do you mean you haven’t seen him like this? What is this?” I wave my hands around.

“This is him liking you more than I’ve ever seen him like anyone. Don’t break his heart, Charlotte, because I don’t think the city will survive that,” Sammie tells me.

“I’m not looking to break anyone’s heart. He’s known me for days, not years. It’s not that serious.” I lift a questioning brow. “Are you following me into the shower too?”

“Nope, I like my heart in my chest,” he says before making his way over to the sofa. “I’ll wait here.”

“Suit yourself.” I shake my head and walk into the bedroom. I don’t think there’s much point in trying to get rid of him. I tried that last time and he was relentless.

After spending an hour in the shower—yes, an hour—I decided I needed to go shopping if I’m going to stay in Vegas a bit longer. I need clothes and supplies.

Shit, I’m actually staying.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and send a message to the girls, ignoring the missed calls and texts from everyone else.

Me:

I’m going to stay in Vegas for a bit. Am I crazy? I’m crazy, right?

Rachel:

Not crazy. You deserve to choose you for once.noveldrama

Evie:

What she said. Also, I’m booking a flight. You’re not having all the fun without us.

Me:

I’m okay. Honestly, you don’t need to come here.

I turn my phone back off. It’s the only way I can cope with all the messages and calls. By ignoring them.

I’m not surprised to find Sammie still in the living room when I walk out. “I need to go shopping. You want to come?” I ask him. If I pretend that he’s just here to hang out and be a new friend—and not my babysitter—I can handle his presence a whole lot better.

“Sure. What are we shopping for?”

“Clothes,” I tell him. “I came here with nothing. And if I’m staying, I need more than, well, what I have.” I have a little bit of savings in my account. I was planning on using it for baby stuff when Owen and I did start a family. I shudder, thinking about the bullet I literally dodged.

The thought of being married to Owen, of having his kids, being stuck… Yeah, I know I was making the right decision when I went to his room that night. Doesn’t mean what he and my sister did hurts any less, though.