Master of Control (Gods of Vegas Book 5)

by Sienna Snow

  I’d been so angry with him that day in the bar when he’d tried to get me to see what I wanted, and now all I cared about was getting to experience everything, at least this one time.

  “Yes, I understand,” I whispered.

  “Now open my slacks and take me out.”

  I swallowed, released my hold on his cock, and worked open the button and zipper. He didn’t help me, just continued to hold himself over me. I pushed his pants past his hips and down his perfect ass. His cock sprang free, hitting his stomach. A bead of precum dripped from the tip.

  Holy fuck.

  I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

  “Frightened?” The way he said it told me he knew damn well he was hung, with both girth and length.

  “No. I want this. I want to feel you with every step I take.”

  A feral gleam entered his eyes.

  “Then I better make sure I deliver. Now finish undressing me.”

  But instead of listening, I reached down and collected the precum from the head of his beautiful cock. Bringing it to my lips, I licked and then hummed.

  “As much as I’d love to have you climb over me and suck my cock until I come, I want to sink inside your tight pussy. Take off my clothes, Isa.”

  “I’m at a bit of a disadvantage to accomplish your instructions with you caging me.”

  “You can figure it out.”

  I lifted my legs, letting my toes hook his belt loops and pull the fabric down to his knees.

  A slight curve of his lips told me he hadn’t expected my approach.

  “You never cease to surprise me.” He pushed his pants the rest of the way off. “You’re like no other woman I’ve ever met. I really hope you won’t hate me in the future.”

  Why would I hate him? For making me want him? Never.

  I cupped his face. “Just you and me here. Nothing else.”

  “Isa,” he moaned and covered my lips again.

  His hard body came down over mine. The light dusting of hair on his chest grazed my nipples, making them strain tighter and ache. Lifting my hips, I rubbed my clit against the hard ridge of his length.

  His tongue slid and rolled against mine, filling me with his intoxicating taste. I clutched his hair as my other hand held on to his shoulder.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched against him, reveling in the sensation of his cock pressed along my soaked opening. He rolled his pelvis, torturing me with need.

  Breaking the kiss, I gasped in air and said, “I want you in me. Please.”

  “Only you would beg and demand at the same time.”

  “Bazzz,” I whined.

  He lifted up and grabbed a condom sitting on the side table.

  When had he put that there?

  He tore the foil package and sheathed his cock. I watched him stroke up and down, making my mouth water for a taste.

  “I’m making you mine, Isa. No man will ever give you what I will.”

  I reached for him and he climbed between my spread legs. But instead of aligning his cock and driving in, he bent down, covering my clit with his mouth and pushing two fingers into my pussy.

  “Oh God,” I cried out as my back bowed.

  He worked my pussy with his fingers, tongue and mouth, bringing me to the cusp of release before easing back.

  He repeated the sadistic torture two more times.

  “No more, Baz. I beg you. Let me come.”

  “Soon.” He slid up my body but kept his fingers buried deep in me, continuing to pump in and out.

  When I was about to scream, he pulled free, bringing his fingers to my mouth.

  “Suck.”

  I stared at his hand for a brief moment and then opened my lips, sucking my essence from him.

  He reached down, grabbing hold of his thick cock and sliding it up and down my dripping slit. My heart beat into my ears and my need grew.

  “Please.”

  “You’re mine, Isa. No matter what happens, you’re mine.”

  The truth of what he was saying hit me. I’d never belonged to any other man the way I belonged to him. He was mine too.

  “Say it, Isa.” The bulbous head of his cock breached the opening of my pussy. “Give me the words.”

  Sweat beaded his forehead, revealing the restraint he was holding on to.

  “I’m yours. I belong to you. No one else.”

  “Forever.” He pushed in farther. “Say it.”

  “Forever,” I moaned at the same moment he slammed all the way in.

  We both cried out together.

  I felt full, nothing like I’d experienced before. He throbbed inside me, unmoving even though I knew he wanted to. He was so big, almost too big.

  “Breathe, baby. Relax.”

  The soft crooning of his deep voice calmed something in me and caused my muscles to relax.

  “I’m okay.” Threading my fingers into his hair, I brought him down for a kiss and then murmured, “I need you to move now.”

  “I’m happy to oblige.”

  He began with shallow thrusts, letting me become accustomed to his size. My body responded, growing slicker, easing his glide in and out. The second I squirmed under him, his movements grew harder and more forceful.

  “Yes. Like that.” I was lost in the cascade of sensation; my pussy quickened and clamped around his pistoning cock.

  “Baz. Oh God. Baz.”

  “That’s it, Prinzessin. Let go.”

  My fingernails scored down his back as the first pulse of my orgasm hit me.

  I heard Baz hiss and then his cock grew harder, if that was possible.

  He grabbed hold of my arms, pinning them above my head. He dropped his forehead to mine and stared into my eyes.

  “If you keep doing that, I’ll come and I’m not ready for that. I need to feel you shatter at least twice before that happens.”

  The only thing I could say in response was, “Okay.”

  We spoke no more words, just let our bodies take over. I was lost in him, lost in his kiss, the feel of him on me and in me.

  He held on to my arms, controlling my response, and when I shattered, it was like falling over a cliff, exhilaration and fear. My pussy spasmed and clenched around him, and my mind clouded with a level of pleasure I knew I’d only ever experience in this man’s arms.

  “That’s it, love. Now give me one more.”

  He continued to pound into me, not letting me come down from my high. My body continued to glide until I erupted again, but this time bringing him with me.

  He came as hard as I did, calling out, “Mine, mine, mine.”

  I closed my eyes at the emotion his declaration brought out and knew I’d never be the same again.

  Chapter Nine

  I woke to the feel of lips on my shoulder.

  “Baz,” I moaned, curling into his heat.

  “Sleep, baby. I’m going to make a few calls and then we need to talk.”

  “What time is it?”

  “A little after four.”

  It had only been about an hour since we’d fallen asleep following a marathon sex session.

  “You work in the middle of the night?”

  “I work at all hours of the night.” He kissed my shoulder and then ran his fingers down my spine. “When I get back, I plan to bury myself deep in you again. I promised to make you feel me with every step you take.”

  That was definitely a given. I ached, but in the best way.

  “I’m holding you to it.” I yawned into my pillow.

  Baz chuckled, leaving me in his bed.

  Last night had been so much more than I expected. I’d never had a man make me come as hard as Baz had or do any of the things he’d done to me.

  I’d let him bind me, spank me, fuck me.

  I hadn’t expected to wake after our first round of sex with my hands tied to the top of the bed.

  “You’re bound, baby. I’m about to show you what it means to give up complete control.”

  Those
heated words he’d said even now had my heartbeat accelerating and my core contracting.

  He’d definitely done as he’d promised. Now dawn was almost upon us.

  Every time I thought about the daylight ending my time with Baz, sadness filled my heart.

  In a few hours, I’d leave for my family’s home on the coast and a wedding to a man I barely knew anything about, and my night with Baz would be a cherished memory.

  Might as well get up and spend every moment I had left with him. I slipped from the bed, grabbing Baz’s shirt from a chair in a corner. I slipped it on and knotted my hair into a loose bun.

  I opened the door to find the hallway empty. Padding my way toward the living room, I found myself pausing outside a closed door. I heard a loud discussion. Baz sounded annoyed.

  Just as I was about to walk away, I heard, “Are you fucking kidding me, Weber? Just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean you don’t finish your paperwork. I have enough shit to deal with after losing your partner to matrimony. Do you know how hard it’s going to be to train another American the way we run things?”

  Weber?

  “Stop bitching, old man. It’s already filed. I took care of it. Besides, I have my own problems.”

  “I heard. How are you going to break it to your bride that you’ve spent the last few months lying to her?”

  “Fuck off. I was planning to come clean, but your ass wants a report.”

  All the blood drained from my face and a wave of nausea hit me.

  Baz was a Weber. As in, Sebastian Weber.

  No, this couldn’t be. He wouldn’t do this to me. I’d been honest with him from the beginning.

  “Look, once we close this, you can spend the next few months groveling.” The voice on the other line laughed. “I wish I had a camera to record the infallible Sebastian Weber grovel.”

  It was him.

  He’d tricked me. He’d used me.

  I braced my hand on the wall trying to understand why he’d do this.

  It made no sense.

  Was this some sick way to make me fall for him? God, who had I fallen for?

  A tear spilled down my cheek.

  How could I have let this happen? I should have known something was up when he’d shown up at the bar that day in my parents’ neighborhood. I remembered Oma saying my fiancé had just left.

  That was the business he had.

  God, I was such an idiot.

  I’d let him use me.

  He was exactly like his father.

  Turning, I went into Baz’s…Sebastian’s bedroom. The room smelled of us, our lovemaking, of him.

  How could he do this to me?

  I grabbed my clothes piled on the floor and put them on. By the time I was dressed, hurt and anger pulsed inside me.

  I had no choice but to go through with this, but I’d never give him again what he’d stolen from me.

  I wiped away my tears as I made my way into the living room and to the front door, making sure to keep my steps quiet.

  I was no longer Baz’s lover. Starting from this point on, I was the prize bought by the Webers.

  Present Day

  Sebastian

  “You’re so fucked,” I heard my best man, Lucas Flynn, whisper as the music shifted into the wedding march.

  I ignored him and stared at Isa. She was beyond gorgeous, beyond anything I deserved. She wore a fitted gown of ivory without a veil. It fitted her personality: modern, simple, and stylish, no trace of what one would expect of the daughter of one of the richest men in Germany.

  I was about to bring her into a world that could destroy not only my family, but hers. But I was a bastard, and instead of telling Jonas to fuck himself, I was taking the empire and the woman that came with it.

  The passion and joy I’d seen every time Isa looked at me was gone, replaced by anger and hurt.

  The hard edge to Russo Benz’s face said he wasn’t any happier about this wedding than his daughter was.

  The moment he placed Isa’s hand in mine, he said, “I don’t care who you are or what you do. If you hurt my baby, I will tear you limb from limb.”

  I didn’t respond, just led Isa to the altar.

  The ceremony went by in a blur of vows, rings, and prayers. The latter being something I felt was sacrilegious considering the business both families engaged in.

  “You may kiss your bride.”

  Isa and I gazed at each other before I cupped her face and drew her to me. The kiss was gentle and soft, but cold, with none of the passion we’d shared a week ago.

  “Isa,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

  She said nothing, only gave me a slight smile, meant for the photographer who hovered near us.

  She turned to face the church as did I when the crowd stood and clapped.

  We moved down the aisle and toward the holding room. We would wait there until security had cleared the church and my driver arrived with the car. I knew Isa had been briefed about protocol.

  The second we entered the secured room, Isa shoved me back.

  Fury blazed on her face. “How could you? You made me… You let me believe… I’ll never forgive you.”

  “Please, Isa, let me explain.” I reached for her, but she stepped back.

  “No, you had your chance. You had plenty of chances. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t going to marry you.” The tears glazing her eyes were like a stab in the heart. “I don’t even know if everything that happened between us was real or if it was all a game. What I do know is that I will never give you again what you stole.”

  Before she could move farther away from me, I grabbed her arm, stopping her escape from me.

  “What you saw was the real me, not Jonas Weber’s son or the man the public believes I am. Everything I shared with you was the truth.”

  “Bullshit.” She clenched her jaw and tugged her wrist, but my grip was too strong for her to free herself.

  “It’s not bullshit. You know more about me than anyone else.”

  “If that’s true, then why is your name Sebastian? You told me it was Baz Klein.”

  Her blue eyes blazed with anger, and her breath was uneven from struggling to pull free of my hold.

  She was so damn beautiful, and all I wanted to do was haul her to me and kiss her senseless.

  “No answers,” she bit out.

  “It is Baz. Baz was the nickname my mother gave me when I was a kid. No one has called me by that name since she died. And Klein was her maiden name.”

  Surprise flashed in her cobalt gaze then disappeared. “It doesn’t matter what your name is. You lied to me.”

  “I didn’t lie to you. I just kept things from you.”

  My answer sounded lame even to my own ears.

  “Not telling me the truth of who you are is just like lying.”

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “I’m not your baby. I’m the prize my mother sold to yours.”

  “You’re more than that. I swear I was going to tell you.”

  “When? After you spent the night fucking me and pretending to be another man?”

  “I was going to tell you in the morning, but when I came back to the bedroom, you were gone.”

  “What did you expect? I overheard your conversation.”

  Fuck. I ran a hand through my hair. She wasn’t supposed to know anything about that aspect of my life. No one in my world as Sebastian Weber knew.

  I was just building up all the lies.

  Before I could respond, the doors opened and I released Isa.

  Drew, my driver, peeked his head in. His gaze went between Isa and me. There was no doubt we were in a heated argument, but he kept his reaction schooled.

  “Mr. Weber, the car is out front and ready to take you to the Benz house.”

  “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  The door closed.

  “We’ll settle this once we get to the penthouse. Until then, you can hate me all you want. Just pretend to be accepting, i
f not happy. Your family needs to see you aren’t angry.”

  “Why do you care how they feel? As of tomorrow morning, you’re the heir to everything Papa built, and your father will get a big fat inheritance.”

  “Despite what you believe, I’m nothing like my father. He’s a bastard who would have ruined my family if Opa hadn’t ordered him to let me step in. I’m a victim of this mess as much as you are. I can only hope one day you’ll see it.”

  I offered her my elbow. “Let’s go. Our families are waiting.”

  Chapter Ten

  Isa

  Around one in the morning, Sebastian and I entered his penthouse in silence. Unlike the last time, I wasn’t the idiot who’d fallen for a man who didn’t exist.

  The reception was a somber affair, with everyone on their best behavior. Well, with the exception of Jonas Weber. He’d sat at his table all smug and making jokes.

  Sebastian hadn’t looked at him twice. I hadn’t realized how much Sebastian disliked Jonas. Maybe Sebastian was a victim of Jonas’s scheming as I was. That still didn’t give him the excuse to lie to me, to pretend to be just an ordinary man.

  Who was I kidding? The Baz I’d met was never an ordinary man. I wouldn’t have been so interested if he had been.

  “Do you want something to drink?” Sebastian asked as he shrugged off his tuxedo jacket, threw it on a sofa, and moved to the giant bar area that made up one wall of the room.

  “No.” I stepped down into the very modern sunken living room with straight lines and dark colors.

  I hadn’t paid attention to the room the last time I was here. I’d been too focused on the night ahead with Baz.

  As I approached the windows overlooking the Berlin night sky, I heard the clinking of a bottle and the splash of liquid pouring into a glass.

  After a few moments, Sebastian said, “Isa, I want this to work.”

  I almost laughed. “It’s not like we can walk away if it doesn’t work.”

  I couldn’t hide the bitterness in my tone. Bitterness not for the marriage, but for feeling like a fool by falling for him.