Page 115 of Old Money Roulette: Complete Trilogy

He lurched down and smothered my mouth with his, biting down on my lower lip and caressing my tongue.

“Your pussy is heaven.” He pulled back, groaning.

Bracing himself with one arm, he leaned down again and kissed the side of my neck.

“Do you want to know who you are, anjo?” he asked, his warmth breath skimming over my sensitive flesh.

Unable to vocalize a coherent response, I tried to nod my head.

“You’re mine. Even when the last breath has left this beautiful body, you’ll still be mine,” he rasped, picking up his pace.

I came with a silent scream, flooding his cock with my come, bunching up his suit jacket in my hands. He continued to fuck me, strands of his silky hair falling onto his sweaty forehead.

I felt him twitch inside me, thrusting one last time with a small grunt, finding his own release. We stayed together for only a minute, taking the time to catch our breath.

When he pulled out, he wiped the remnants of us off on my lips before pulling my pants back up, leaving our come between my legs.

I wordlessly readjusted my shirt and fixed my hair as he got himself back together. When he was done, he took out his cellphone and tapped away at the screen.

“Gather whatever you don’t want to leave and let’s go,” he said, speaking so calmly it was almost like he hadn’t just released himself inside me.

He began walking towards the door without seeing if I would listen. Him just casually strolling away bothered me for varying reasons. I didn’t want to fall into him any deeper than I already was—not when I didn’t have a single fucking answer as to what the hell was going on.

“What about the dead guy?”

“It will be taken care of.”

“Okay, and Eva? Who hurt…who killed her? And Raine’s dead. She and her family had nothing to do with any of this, but they were executed in cold blood. And the men who showed up…you have to tell me something!”

“Elena, the wisest thing for you to do is get the fuck up and follow me,” he shot back, not so much as giving me another glance.

And here we went again, with the elusive answers followed up by a large dose of mind-fuck. I had to remind myself that this was about a game, a game that was rigged with no clear picture of the outcome.

Chapter Eight

The rain was coming down in sheets.

I sat beside Mateo in the backseat of his Tahoe, watching the windshield wipers whip back and forth.

We’d hardly spoken to one another since leaving the crappy motel. For once, I didn’t mind the silence.

My body ached with the reminder of what we’d done. I was fighting the urge to curl up on the leather seat and go to sleep.

Leaning my head against the cool glass, I let out what had to be my fifth sigh.

I strummed my fingertips on top of my little white box of ashes, watching my engagement ring glimmer in the window’s reflection.

I never took it off because I truly had planned on going back to Mateo; only, I thought I’d be doing so after I had some semblance of a plan.

I’d been so confident being away from him would help me regroup. All I managed to do was hit the same roadblock I always did. Every question answered led to another question I didn’t know where to begin finding an answer for.

Space didn’t help me at all. If anything, this all clarified what common sense already told me.

The answers all lay with the infuriating kingpin sitting beside me.

He placed a hand on my thigh and lightly squeezed.

“Your thoughts are loud, anjo.”

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