VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 19[🔞+]

VEGAS POV

I breathed heavily, my head hanging forward, my balls still pulsating from my orgasm. This had been... fuck. A wild ride. Fucking Pete's mouth, that was something I'd never forget. It wasn't what I wanted, not nearly enough, but it was all I could have. Pete was taken, and I had to deal with it.

I opened my eyes. Pete was still in the bathroom. he was probably pissed for whatever reason. I stared at the door. I felt the irresistible urge to go to he. I wanted he close. With other men, I'd wanted to get away from them as fast as possible once the sex was over.

But I still longed for Pete, for more than what we'd just had, and not just on a physical level. I was a moron. Pete saw me as he plaything, as a nice way to entertain herself until he had to enter he marriage with Marco. I was a comfortable choice. I was always available and as an added bonus he could blackmail me. And I sure as hell was a better lay than Maurice, that was for sure.

I shook my head and dragged my eyes away from the door. I wouldn't run after Pete no matter how much I wanted he close. I wouldn't turn myself into more of a fool than I had already done. I had to draw a line somewhere.

I reached for a tissue to wipe my fingers and cock clean and paused when the white came away pink. I stared at my fingers and immediately my gaze darted to the bathroom door.

"Fuck," I groaned. Pete had played me well, had made me believe in he little charade.

Damn it. I'd fingerfucked he so hard I'd taken he virginity.

I ran a hand through my hair. I should say something. I stepped closer to the bathroom. "Pete?" I called. Damn it. I hadn't just fingerfucked he. I'd practically fucked he mouth too.

I was going to hell. Not that that was news but today I'd cemented a cozy place in hell for good.

Pete didn't react.

"Pete, we need to talk!" I jerked up my pants and closed them, but didn't bother pushing my shirt back in. "Pete, come on."

The door opened and Pete stepped out in he nightgown. he wasn't wearing makeup and if I wasn't mistaken, he eyes were slightly red. My heart plummeted. I stared at he, searching for something to say. Pete had played me so often, but I knew the tears he'd cried in the bathroom weren't fake.

I racked my brain for something gentle to say, maybe even apologize even if Pete had wanted what we'd done, had practically seduced me. Still, I felt like I had done something wrong.

I cleared my throat, making my voice as gentle as I was capable of, which still wasn't much. Being gentle wasn't my strong suit. "We should talk."

Pete shoved past me. "I'm not in the mood to talk. You gave me what I wanted, now I want sleep."

he breezed away and into he room before I had the chance to say another word, then he closed the door audibly.

I stayed where I was for a while. Part of me wanted to follow he, but what was I supposed to say?

And maybe it was better if I didn't seek he out now because I was angry too. Angry because he'd pretended to be something he wasn't. If I'd known he hadn't done the deed with Maurice, I may have been able to hold on to my meager control.

Fuck, who was I kidding? I would have given in eventually.

I decided to wait until the morning to confront Pete again. We both needed time to clear our heads.

Of course, I couldn't fall asleep that night. All I could think about was Pete lying in he bed and possibly crying. I wanted to protect he. Over the years my duty had become a deep urge. I wanted to keep he safe, even if he managed to make me want to kill he half the time.