When a drunken night out leads to Rose Delacour meeting the mysterious American Mafia Boss, Clecentine Huxley, she can't help but give in to her beauty and charms.
Young and carefree Rose Delacour didn't expect her night out at the bar to result in...
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All I could determine right now was that I was losing, very well.
I had lost most of my pawns, my queen, one bishop and both my rooks. While Clecentine still had her crucial pieces left; bishops, rooks and most importantly her queen.
''Check.'' She placed her rook two blocks in front of the king, then retreated her hand, intertwining her fingers and resting her chin on them.
My eyes froze on that spot. I was so engaged in trying to capture her king that I forget about my own. My eyes took in the scene. Surrounded by all four sides was the king. There was nothing I could do to save him, but it was my move. Clecentine shifted her eyes from the chessboard to look at me with a raised eyebrow.
With a sigh of acceptance, I moved my king one block ahead, in front of the rook. The moment I took my hand back Clecentine shoved my king out of the way with her rook.
My eyes rolled in frustration. She looked at me with a mischievous twist of her lips.
Ah shit. Our bet.
''Remember our bet, Rose?'' She asked innocently, as if her intentions were going to be pure.
As pure as last night. Heavenly.
We had a bet regarding the winner. If she won, she would have her way with me. And if I won - which she had challenged me with confidence wasn't gonna happen - I could have my way with her.
I had felt excited and determined to defeat her, not wanting to miss a golden opportunity to dominate her. Well, no chance of that now.
I nodded at her question, excitement pitting deep inside my stomach. She slowly lifted the chess board and placed it on the stool in front of the mirror.
Her eyes trailed down the length of my body, leaving a sensation of burning desire behind. Hands fixed on my hips, she lifted me and made me sit on the bed. My breath became slightly heavy with excitement. The look in her eyes was different. It wasn't gonna be casual fingering. She really wanted me.
Her hands slowly unbuckled her belt in a way that could make me fall on all fours. Bringing her hands towards me she pinned my arms down and secured them in place by looping it around and buckling it.
I was so soaked. ''Madam please.'' A desperate whimper left my lips.
Her eyes darkened and she held my chin in her fingers, ''Spread your legs wide open doll. Show me how wet my pretty whore is for me.''
That. That is what I fucking loved about it. How she called me her little pet, her whore, her property to fuck. How she would degrade me every time she got a chance to fuck me. Responding immediately, I spread my legs a bit, but not too much. I wanted to enjoy every bit of it, as slowly and sensually as possible.
Her hand moved up my thigh at a slow speed, squeezing the flesh before it moved up. She lowered her head and placed a small kiss right on my throbbing clit, my panty being the only thing separating us.
