His Playground (Owning Vegas #2)

by Kylie Kent

I’m frozen to the spot. Who said I’m what now?

Louie turns around and glares at me before he looks to Jazzy. His face softens. “For the love of god, tell me you did not steal someone’s kid.”

Well, that went better than I thought. I’m not bleeding.

“Well, I, for one, think it’s romantic. And I called it. I knew he’d never let you go marry anyone else. He loves you,” Luna hums.

“What are you getting out of this?” I ask him. “Out of what?” he says. “This whole marriage deal? What are you getting out of my father?” “You,” he tells me. I laugh. “You did not agree to an arranged marriage for nothing, Carlo. What is the deal?” “We’re creating an alliance between two organizations. But you didn’t ask that. You asked what I get, and what I get is you,” he says it like it’s something he actually wants. “And you expect me to believe that you want me?” I almost giggle at the thought. “I don’t give a fuck if you believe it or not, Antonia. It’s the truth.”

“Oh, good. Hopefully, he breaks his neck and I become the world’s fastest widow.” The thought makes me smile as I visualize Carlo falling down the steps at the altar. “You don’t mean that.” Luna sighs. “No, I don’t. Because knowing my father, he’d sell me off to someone else anyway. What’s the saying? Better the devil you know and all that bullshit.” I shrug.

Once I have the dress on, I stare at myself in the mirror. I know I told the girls I wanted a big dress for the extra layers, but that’s not the total truth. I always dreamed of a dress just like this. It’s strapless, rhinestones covering a corset before it balloons out into a huge hoop skirt draped in delicate tulle and lace.

“Keep your eyes open, Antonia. I want you to watch. You can call out Superman all you like, but even he couldn’t keep me from you.” Carlo smirks. “If you close those eyes, I stop,” he says before his tongue is back on me.

“Eyes on me,” he says. “Argh, either finish what you started or leave me alone so I can finish myself!” I yell at him. “Thought you’d never ask.” The asshole grins before he dives in.

“You are mine. This pussy is mine. Till death do us part,” he says.

“Shut up and make me come,” I tell him. Carlo smirks. “With pleasure.”

“Tell me you want this,” I whisper against her ear. “I want it,” she moans again. “Good girl.”

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I say, stepping out of my panties. I bend to pick them up. Carlo beats me to it, though. “You don’t need these,” he tells me as he pockets them. I lift a shoulder and walk towards the bathroom. “Suit yourself. If you want all your men getting a glimpse of my vajayjay when I get in and out of your car, because this skirt is pretty short, that’s totally your choice.” “Wait! I take it back. Put these on,” he says.