"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius...
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When we arrived home, we walked up the driveway. Guards opened the front doors to Saint's lovely mansion just so we could enter. The moment we were inside, the guards shut and locked the door.
"So, what's the surprise?" I asked, my voice huskier than normal.
I was ready to throw off my heels and slip out of my dress. There was nothing I wanted more than to get lustfully lost in a world of Saint.
"Where's the chess game?" he asked me. His voice replicated my own, deeper than normal.
I couldn't help but smile as I led the way to my room, making sure to sway my hips a little more than normal. I wanted-no, needed-him to desire me as much as I desired him.
The moment we arrived in front of my door, Saint pushed me in and locked the door behind us. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of him on top of me, taking every bit of me again. I loved having him inside of me, cumming, and moaning in pleasure. Just thinking about it was making my core throb.
He saw the chess game on my bed and didn't hesitate to open it, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I only watched him as he sat the board down on my bed and began to put the pieces into their appropriate places.
"You want to play chess right now?" I asked him, walking over to the bed.
"Have you ever played strip chess, Angel?" he raised a brow.
I sat down on the bed to remove my heels from my sore feet.
"You might want to keep those on." he smirked.
I ignored him. "Strip chess?"
"For every Knight, Bishop, or Rook being captured, that person has to take off one article of clothing. If a pawn happens to capture one of those pieces, the person with the pawn will get to choose what kind of pleasure they want for five minutes, are you up for that?" Saint asked, his gaze dropping down to my breasts with almost every sentence.
"What happens when I win?" I asked.
"If you win, it's your choice what we do for as long as you want. Mi divertirò in entrambi i casi," he said.
"Fine. I'm in. However, it is unfair that you are wearing far more clothes than me. I'm not even wearing panties," I told him honestly.
"Proof?" he raised a brow. I leaned back onto the bed and pulled my knees apart, giving him the perfect view of my shaved pussy. He pulled his bottom lip into mouth, letting his tongue glide across it.
