Ruin Me: Vegas Knights

by Bella Love-Wins

  It wasn’t worth it.

  Gorging on salted caramel ice cream every night for a week straight after the wedding?

  That was worth it.

  This kiss was like that, just more voracious.

  He sank into me, tongue and teeth, and I whimpered as I gave into him, unable to do anything else.

  One of his sure hands freed my hair from the loose ponytail I’d twisted it into. I moaned when he combed the thick, heavy mess down, massaging my scalp as if he knew how much the weight of it got to me. His tongue licked at the roof of my mouth while the fingers of his hand slowly combed, then tangled in my hair, wrapping the long strands of it around his fingers until he had total control of my head.

  When he tilted his head to look down at me, my heart was already racing.

  “You sure you want this, pretty angel?”

  Something about the way he said it made me wonder if he was using my name or just an endearment. It didn’t matter. I didn’t want to be Angel Halliwell in that moment. I just wanted to be a woman in a dark, impersonal room in some Vegas hotel, alone with a man who was turning my blood to something hot, sweet and thick.

  “Damn sure,” I said, curling my arm around his neck and tugging his mouth back to mine. “Kiss me again, Mac. I really like it when you kiss me.”

  So, he did.

  Again, and again.

  His hands slid up to tug at my panties until I was naked under my dress. But he wasn’t stopping there. In between hot, wicked kisses and torrid, teasing caresses, he slipped the spaghetti straps of my dress down and freed me from the torment that was supposedly a comfort fit strapless bra.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, catching the stretchy material of the dress and dragging it away until I was completely bare.

  It seemed like only seconds had passed since we’d come inside and now I sat naked in front of him on the long, lavish dining room table in front of a bank of windows. He straightened and stared down at me.

  In the near darkness, I couldn’t fully make him out, but the glint of his eyes brought a prickle of awareness to my skin. I wanted the lights on, wondered if he’d think I was a freak if I asked. But I wanted to see him, wanted to study the high arch of his cheekbones, take in the shadows beneath.

  I had no chance to ask. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again.

  Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I shoved upward, desperate to feel skin. He accommodated me by pulling back and tearing the shirt away. When he came back to me, I groaned at the feel of his skin, hot and smooth against mine.

  One big hand grasped the curve of my ass and lifted me up. “I want to fuck you now. If you’re going to change your mind, Angel, now is the time.”

  “I’m not changing my mind.”

  In the darkness, he studied me.

  A moment later, he pushed away and knelt over me. I heard paper tearing—the box of rubbers being ripped open. Foil—the condom. It only took seconds, I know, but too much time passed before he came back to me and I whimpered at the feel of him pressing between my thighs. He was thick and full and so hard. And God, tears burned my eyes as he thrust in, filling me completely without hesitation.

  “Fuck!” he snarled out, bracing both of his hands next to my head on the table.

  I hissed in a breath, torn between recoiling and arching up to meet him.

  “Am I hurting you?” Mac demanded.

  “I…” A shudder rolled through me. At some point, I’d grabbed for his biceps, and now my nails bit into his flesh. “I don’t know.”

  He shuddered against me. “I…fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Angel, please tell me this isn’t your first time.”

  “It’s not.” Sucking in air desperately, I fought to adjust to the fullness of him. There was pleasure there, hot and bright, lingering just beyond the pain. I could feel it, and it was so, so sweet. Experimenting with my position, I lifted up a bit. The pain slashed at me again. I gasped this time. “I…it’s not. Just…maybe I need a minute…”

  Instead of answering, he laid a hand on my cheek.

  I didn’t realize I’d shed a couple of tears until he stroked away the wetness on my cheek.

  “I’d give you a thousand, but I feel like I’m going to come just being inside you,” he said, voice softer. “Let me…”

  He shifted, lifting his weight away and reaching down.

  Instinctively, I’d tensed. But that melted away as soon as he began to stroke me, callused and rough fingers circling around my clit with an expertise that could put any sex toy developer to shame.

  A moan escaped me.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, mouth rubbing against mine. “Pretty, sweet angel…”

  His voice, raw and low and hypnotic, carried me away as surely as his touch did and when he began to thrust inside me, it brought nothing but sheer, molten pleasure this time.

  I was the one who began to rock to meet him this time.

  I drove my heels into the table and moved harder, faster. Or I tried to. Mac bore my hips back to the table and tangled a hand in my hair. “Shhh…shhh…” he said against my lips. “No hurry, pretty Angel.”

  And something in his voice said he was talking to me now.

  It wasn’t just some off-the-cuff endearment.

  And that made it okay.

  Turning my mouth to his, I whispered, “Please…don’t make me wait.”

  Then I flicked my tongue against his lips.

  His body stiffened.

  A raw, low groan escaped him.

  I clung to him as he began to slam into me quicker, rougher.

  Pleasure battered me, consumed me.

  Until it exploded around us. Not just for me, but him too.

  We came. Together. And I felt him pulse inside me just as I clamped down around him. Hot, vivid bursts of color exploded behind my eyes. Unable to control it, I sank my teeth into the thick, dense pad of muscle atop his shoulder.

  He whispered my name.

  Over and over.

  Angel… Angel… Angel…

  4

  Mac

  “You’re no fucking angel,” I said, and that was one thing I was convinced of.

  She knelt over me, her mouth wrapped around my cock, wide blue eyes locked on mine as she slid lower, lower, lower…I groaned as the head bumped the back of her throat and still she kept going. Angel with her pale blonde hair and insanely sexy mouth was taking me so deep, I felt like I might just die from the pleasure of it.

  She scraped her nails over my balls and I shuddered, pushing my hand into her hair. The texture was fine, but it was thick and soft as silk as it brushed across my thighs. Everything about her was soft.

  She made a humming sound that sent a vibration rocking through me as she slowly pulled back up, her tongue pressing against the vein on the underside of my cock.

  The next downward stroke felt even better and without thinking, I wrapped her hair around my fist and began to thrust up into each stroke. When she pulled back, letting her go was somehow both torment and temptation, because as soon as her lips reached the head of my cock again, she’d give it a slow, dainty little lick, then start all over again.

  “I hope you don’t take this wrong,” I said, sucking in a breath when she paused and lifted up, licking her lips, her face flushed. “But you’re a fucking master at giving head.”

  A bright laugh burst out of her. “You tell me I’m good at this and you worry I might take it wrong?”

  “Well…” I dropped my head back onto the padded cushions of the couch, eyes barely open. “I like to give credit where credit is due.”

  “Ask me later. Maybe I’ll tell you my secret.” A smile played at her lips as she lowered her head back down.

  In under a minute, I was thrusting up to meet her again, visions taking me over, of rising up and standing over her as I fucked that sexy, gorgeous mouth. My cock pulsed in warning, chills racing down my spine as my balls drew tight. She paused as my cock bumped the back of her throat again—and she swallow
ed.

  “Fuck—”

  I pulled her up and grabbed her, twisting around and all but throwing her onto the couch.

  “Hey!” She gaped up at me in shock.

  “I’m going to explode like a rocket if you keep that up.” Kissing her savagely, I fumbled for the box of condoms on the side table and managed to somehow get one out.

  But I had to break away from her to tear it open. And my hands were shaking as I put it on.

  “What’s the problem with that?” She was wedged between me and the back of the couch while I had one knee on its edge, my other foot planted on the floor.

  “The problem is… I wasn’t wearing a rubber, Angel. Now I am.” I slid a hand under her ass and boosted her up. “We can explode together.”

  I thrust up and into her, shuddering as she closed around me like a snug, wet glove.

  She moaned, her hair falling back in a silken curtain. Her breasts, big and lush, pressed flat against my chest. I squeezed her ass with one hand as I pulled out, sliding the other up her side to palm a breast. “I love your tits, Angel.”

  She whimpered, her lashes partly shielding her eyes from me.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

  She did. And fuck, the look in that darkened blue gaze was like someone drugged her. It was a massive, heady thing to see it. Not that my ego needed a boost. I was an arrogant bastard already but knowing I made her tremble, knowing that the hungry pulse of her body was because of me, well that drove me wild.

  But then again, she’d brought me to my knees. The aching throb of my cock was because of her.

  Slowing my thrusts, I bent my head and caught her lower lip, biting it gently. After letting go, I sucked it into my mouth and drew it out before slowly releasing it. Her mouth parted and I took advantage of that, sweeping inside to gorge on the taste of pure, delectable Angel.

  Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her hips rocked against mine.

  Swearing, I shifted back and reached down, shoving my arms under her legs and hooking them over my elbows. She cried out as I drove deep inside.

  “Am I hurting you?” I asked.

  “No. Don’t stop.” Reaching for me, she tangled her fingers in my hair and tugged my mouth to hers. “Don’t stop, Mac.”

  It still wasn’t enough.

  The couch was too soft and rocking, swaying warningly. Growling, I rose, still clutching her to me. She gasped as I pressed her back against the window, the city lights of Las Vegas spreading out behind her in a glittering display.

  “People might see us,” she said, eyes going wide.

  “No. The glass has a privacy tint on it.” I rolled my hips against hers. “Nobody can see you but me.”

  A vulnerable, naked look flickered across her face.

  “We can go to the bedroom if you prefer.” Kissing her lips softly, I went to pull back.

  “No.” She tugged my mouth to hers. “Stay…”

  I studied her face for a moment, then shifting our positions, I guided her legs until she was gripping me around the hips. Once more, I palmed her ass with one hand. With the other, I curved my fingers into her hair and when she tried to kiss me again, I held her back.

  “I want to watch you.”

  And I did.

  As I pumped my hips.

  As she tightened around me.

  As she clamped and squeezed and milked my cock.

  As I fought back my climax until I felt the teasing tremors that precipitated hers.

  I watched her face.

  Even as she slammed her head back, bumping it into the window, her mouth parting on a cry as she came, I watched her. But when my own hit me, things got a little fuzzy—a lot fuzzy. My knees went weak. Blood roared in my ears like an angry dragon. Our hearts pounded together. When I could finally breathe again, every time I drew in air, it tasted and smelled of her.

  She was a damn drug, of that I was sure. One I could gorge on, feast on, and get utterly addicted to.

  “I love Las Vegas.”

  I stared at her back as she sat on the side of the bed, her long hair hanging in a sexy, twisted mess of curls behind her. “It looks pretty good right now,” I said agreeably, but it wasn’t the city beyond the windows I was looking at—and she knew it.

  She tossed me a quick grin. “You’re either thinking about my ass or my boobs—you’re not looking at the city.”

  Stretching out on my back, I propped up my head on my arm. “How do you know?”

  “Please.” The room was dim, but I’d developed excellent night sight over the years, and it was easy to see how she rolled her eyes in my direction, easy to see how that grin stretched into a wide smile. “No guy talks about a city that way. Unless he’s an architect. And you’re not an architect.”

  Right, because I’m with security—no. I had to correct myself. Management. I was with management. That was what Miss Angel with the mouth of a temptress thought.

  “Nope. Not an architect,” I responded, closing my eyes. I couldn’t decide how I felt about the fact that she still didn’t recognize me. It was…nice, in a way. Most of my life, I’d been recognized. First as the son of a wealthy, Southern, power family. Now as a guy in Las Vegas who was creating his own legend.

  Hardly anybody knew me for me.

  It wasn’t all that bad, having somebody want to be around me simply because they wanted to know me.

  Or…well, in Angel’s case, to fuck me.

  “You are sooooo talkative,” she said with a snort. She fell back onto the bed and rested her head on my belly. “I’ll tell you what I do. I don’t care if you tell me what you do or not. I like to talk.”

  I tugged on her hair. “I never noticed.”

  “I’m going to Mexico. Mexico City, more accurately. I’m about to start teaching at a school there—it’s a project of sorts. A group sets up schools like this in a lot of third world countries. The organization I work for focuses on opening schools for low-income families in neighborhoods that don’t have access to many schools.” She rolled onto her side and smiled up at me. “I probably sound like a bleeding heart. But I always wanted to be a teacher. I’m going to spend the next two years teaching English to these kids in Mexico. After that, I can decide if I want to come back home or go to another part of the world. They’ve got schools in Africa, Singapore, Chile…”

  “Sounds expensive,” I said automatically. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she did know me, and this was her pitch for money.

  Angel snorted. “Not for me.” Then she winced. “I’m sorry. I…well, I can afford it.” She didn’t say anything else but there was something in her eyes that I recognized.

  It said, “Don’t ask me, because I’m not telling you.”

  That guarded expression was something I knew all too well.

  5

  Angel

  It was morning.

  Early morning, yes, but morning just the same.

  When he rolled out of bed, I couldn’t help but wake up too. Light filtered in from the bathroom as he turned on the light. It silhouetted what had to be the best damn body I’d ever laid eyes on.

  I stayed quiet as he gathered up his clothes in the dim lighting, unfaltering. It was like the darkness didn’t faze him. He ducked into the bathroom but before he closed the door, I was there.

  He caught sight of me as I slipped inside with him.

  “I guess you have to leave soon.”

  “Yeah.” His gaze slid to the sheet I had grabbed from the bed and wrapped around me. “Did I wake you?”

  “Not really. I’m not a deep sleeper.” Moving forward, I placed a hand on his chest. His skin was a warm, rich, tanned color, and hot under my hand. I could feel his heartbeat, and as my hand rested there, the rhythm began to increase. “Are you in a hurry?”

  He reached out and grabbed my hips. As he tugged me toward him, my skin started to overheat.

  “I wasn’t. I am now.” He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to the curve of my neck. “Want to know what I’m
in a hurry for, Angel?”

  He didn’t even bother to wait for an answer.

  Boosting me up, Mac met my eyes. “Aren’t you going to take a guess?”

  “My educated guess would be that you’re in a hurry for the same thing I am.” I rocked my hips forward, then pressed something against his shoulder. It was the last condom I had in my suite. It was on the nightstand, and I made a point to grab it on my way in here.

  He took it with one hand, using the other to tug the sheet free of my grasp.

  “You make excellent educated guesses.”

  I kissed him instead of answering. A crazed sort of desperation was burning inside me and the thought of this being the last time with him made me feel a little panicked.

  It seemed like forever before he had the condom in place, even longer before he was inside me. But once he angled my hips up and toward him, I placed a hand on his chest and tightened my ankles at his back, gripping him snugly.

  “Don’t let it end too fast,” I said.

  A taunting smile curled his lips.

  “It sounds like you’re giving me permission to play there, Angel.” He caught my lower lip between his teeth and tugged. “You sure that’s smart?”

  “None of this is smart.” He rubbed his chest against mine, and my nipples drew in tight until they were pebbles. Breath light and panting, body aching from need, I could hardly wait. “And I don’t care.”

  He entered me, slow, taunting me with every inch, driving me insane. Last night, his hair was pulled back in a loose knot at his neck, but it fell free around his shoulders now. Dark, thick, curly waves rubbed against my skin with every move he made. Groaning, I tangled my hands into his hair and arched closer.

  “What you’re doing is only going to sap all of my control…I thought you didn’t want this to end too fast?” As he said it, he rubbed his stubbled cheek against my chin.

  “I can’t help it. You feel like…”

  Too many words filled my brain, words that were a jumbled mess. A one-night stand didn’t warrant any of those words, but each and every one of them were perfect. They fit what I instinctively felt. That he just felt…right. “Please, just…”