The Heirs: A New Gamble

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Leo

Gilmore Island

January

Sophie's closing up the Reeve Club from tonight's event. Everyone has already gone home for the night. The money has been counted, and her people have been paid. I watch from the darkness on the upper level as she clears away the last table, organizing the chips in color-order.

No one else is here but us.

Sophie thinks she's alone. Nova is outside, patrolling the parking lot.

I pull my mask down over my face and make my way through the shadows towards the lower level of the club.

Sophie hums to herself. She checks her phone, a little frown on her face, probably wondering why I haven't texted her back yet.

I told her I'd pick her up tonight and relieve Nova so we could spend the night together.

Sophie's also been fucking sexting me all week.

If she thinks I won't give her exactly what she's asking for, and then some, she's sorely mistaken.

I purposefully step on the crack between two planks of woods, causing a loud creak.

Sophie stiffens, dropping her phone to the table.

She turns, looking towards the shadows where I wait.

She looks closer, but doesn't make a move.

I smile to myself beneath my mask.

"Hello?" she asks. "George? Are you still here?"

Silence in response. I watch her throat bob nervously.

"Fiadh?"

Sophie rubs her lips together and takes a step towards where I wait.

Only when she's within feet of me do I step out from the shadows, towering over her. Sophie gasps, falling back with wide eyes.

"Run, Lupa," I tell her.

"Leo!" she puts a hand over her heart.

"You have 5 seconds."

Sophie squeals and turns on her feet, darting towards the stairs. I follow slowly like a predator patiently stalking its prey. I love chasing her. I love getting her off like this. She gets so fucking wild and insane. Just like that first time. Completely uninhibited.

Don't get me wrong – I love fucking my girl sweet and slow, taking my time worshipping every inch of her.

But I know what she really craves. Same as me.

I take the stairs two at a time before reaching the landing. Sophie runs out of the corner, coming at me with all her might. She wrestles me to the ground, just like she did a few weeks ago at the gym.

I easily out-maneuver her because I can feel the buzz of excitement all over her warm skin.

"Do you remember your safe word?" I grunt as I pin her down.

"Yes."

"Good girl."

"Fuck you!" she shouts, shoving me. I let up, if only to continue the fun. Sophie scatters off the ground and runs around a poker table that has yet to be cleared off.