His Kingdom (Owning Vegas Book 1)

You know when something is really delicious and so tempting that it goes without question that it’s not good for you? Like an ice cream sundae, or a big bar of chocolate. Sure, it tastes good in the moment. But then you wake up and have to force yourself on that treadmill at the gym. And the regret hits you and you wish you didn’t cave into temptation.

That’s what Louie is. Temptation. A fine, tall, sexy, firm piece of temptation. He’s also something I shouldn’t want. That’s the thing about wants, though. You don’t need them. You just want them. And right now, I really want this man.

“It’s been a very long time since I orgasmed.” As soon as the words are out, I realize my internal thought just became an external one. My hand comes up, covering my mouth’s betrayal, and my eyes widen.

Maybe he didn’t hear me. There’s a chance he didn’t hear me, right?

“That’s… How long exactly?” Louie asks, his eyes searing into mine.

“Forget I said that. I wasn’t supposed to say that,” I blurt out.

“How long?” he presses.

“Long enough that I don’t even remember how good it was. I mean, I know it was good… I think…” I let my thoughts trail off. This is why I usually don’t drink. I have no filter when I do.

“You think? Charlotte, if you think it was good, then you’ve never really orgasmed at all. Because if it were me, if I was the one getting you off, you’d remember that I shattered your entire fucking world. I wouldn’t stop until I made sure of it.” Louie’s voice drops an octave. His hand on my waist tightens, and I swear I melt. Like I’m nothing but a puddle at this man’s feet right now.

Then the doors to the elevator open. And without a word, Louie guides me into what has to be the penthouse. I’m doing my best to ignore what he just said, and when I walk farther into the room and spot the pool through a set of glass doors, I head that way. Maybe I can drown myself and never have to relive this embarrassment.

“Where are you going?” Louie asks when I tug my arm free from his grasp.

“Swimming,” I tell him.

“You’re not swimming, Charlotte. You’re drunk,” he says, his heavy footsteps right behind me.

Why does the sound of my name coming out of his mouth send shivers down my spine?

“That’s why we came up here. You promised.” I turn around and give him my best pout.

“I didn’t promise. And you can swim when you’re not drunk,” he tells me.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not my dad, or my boyfriend, or my fiancé, or… Well, the point is, you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. And right now, I’m jumping in that pool.” Sliding the door open, I get one step outside before I feel Louie’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me back up against his chest.

“No, you’re not. You’ll drown,” he says.

I shrug a shoulder. “It’s not like anyone would miss me,” I tell him, shaking out of his hold. I lift my top over my head, not caring that I don’t have a bra on.

“Fuck,” Louie hisses.

My shorts are next. They flutter to the ground as I eye Louie over a shoulder. “I guess if you don’t want me to drown, you’re going to have to come in with me.” I smile at him and then jump into the water.

“Are you fucking serious? Get out of the pool, Charlotte,” Louie growls.

“Make me.” I cup some water in my hand and splash it in his direction. “Oh, look, you’re wet now. You might as well get in.”

Louie stares at me as he silently removes his jacket, then his tie and his shirt.

Holy mother of god, I did not think this through clearly. What on earth have I done?

Louie toes off his shoes, and then bends down and grabs his socks. When his hands land on his belt, I swallow. This is too much. He is too much. That chest, those abs. I’ve only ever seen pictures of men like him in Calvin Klein ads. His arms and chest are covered in black-and-white tattoos. Intricate lines and curves. I’m frozen to the spot. Thankfully, my feet can touch the bottom, otherwise I would have sunk for sure.

Louie is down to a pair of black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the outline of his cock. That can’t be real. It’s huge. Then he lowers himself to the edge of the pool and slides in. I don’t move as he makes his way towards me.

“You should have gotten out, Charlotte,” he says in a low growl.

“Why?” I ask him.

“Because now I have you practically naked in front of me,” he says. He hasn’t reached out to touch me, and I do nothing to cover my naked breasts from his view.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“What do you want me to do?” Louie takes a step closer.

What do I want him to do? I can still feel the effects of the alcohol. There is no way I’d be naked in front of him if I were completely sober. There are a lot of things I wouldn’t do if I weren’t a little tipsy. “I want you to show me,” I tell him.

“Show you what?”

“Show me how you’d shatter my entire world,” I whisper. I can’t believe I’m asking a stranger to give me an orgasm. This isn’t me. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. But this is Vegas. What happens in Vegas and all that.

“You’re drunk.” Louie’s eyes darken as he hooks an arm around my waist.

“Not that drunk.” My legs wrap around his hips at the same time my arms hook over his neck. “Make me forget,” I plead with him, silently praying he doesn’t turn me down.

“You’ll regret this when you sober up,” he says.

“I won’t. Unless you can’t put your money where your mouth is. You could just be all talk.” I doubt it, but I don’t know him. He might be a dud in the bedroom.

The corners of his lips tilt up. “You really want this?”

I nod a little too enthusiastically. “I really want this.” And I do.

“You were engaged to another man just two days ago, Charlotte,” Louie reminds me.

“I was going to his room to call off the wedding. I’d already decided I couldn’t go through with it. I’m not sad because my fiancé cheated on me,” I explain.noveldrama

Louie’s fingertips run down my cheek. “Then why are you sad?”

“Because he stole my sister from me,” I say. “I only have one of those. I can’t replace her.” I take a deep breath. “And I’ve spent the last two years of my life having mediocre sex and faking orgasms. I want good sex.”

Louie smiles. “That’s a long time to tolerate bad sex.” He walks towards the edge of the pool. My back presses against the cold tiles and his cock presses against my core, lighting up something I thought was long dead inside me.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what?” Louie asks, brushing his cock against my core again.

“Shatter my entire world.” My voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

“Remember, you asked for it,” Louie tells me, and then I’m being lifted out of the water. My butt lands on the edge of the pool. “Lie back.”

I do what he says without hesitation, and then his fingers are hooking into the sides of my panties.

“I’m not asking again, Charlotte. You want me to rock your world? I’m going to rock you into another atmosphere.” He drags the fabric down my legs before tossing it to the side of the pool. Louie’s hands land on each side of my thighs, and my legs slowly spread open. “Mine,” he says before I feel his tongue on my most sensitive parts.

My thighs try to close. I don’t know why, but this is more intimate than I thought this would be. Owen never went down on me. He didn’t like it.

“Keep them open,” Louie grunts as his tongue slides up. His mouth closes around my clit and then he sucks.

“Oh god.” My hands ball into fists at my sides. “Shit!” I scream out as he holds my legs open, his fingers digging into my upper thighs.

Louie isn’t just going down on me. He’s eating me out like I’m his last meal. And holy freaking shit, my stomach tightens. I can feel the cress of an orgasm building.

“Don’t stop!” I cry out.

“I’m not stopping,” Louie says, and continues to lick, suck, and nibble on me. Within seconds, I’m flying over the edge into the abyss. My entire body shakes with the orgasm that tears through me.

When this man said he’d shatter my world, he wasn’t lying.