My brother walks over and picks up a pair of jeans thrown over a chair, knowing what Titan wanted. He rips the belt from the loops and tosses it to Titan, who catches it midair.
He grabs her arms and pulls them behind her back, securing her wrists with the belt. He grips the extra and wraps it around his fist, pulling on it.
She whimpers while my brother stands off to the side, stroking his cock as it grows hard once again.
Titan spreads her legs with his knees and slides into her as she cries out. My brother walks over to the bed, grips her hair in his hand, and pulls her face up off the sheets and starts fucking her mouth again.
I close the door and make my way back to the spare bedroom. Lying down, I undo my pants and jack off, listening to them tag-team her.
CHAPTER TWO
GRAVE
YOU KNOW THAT saying what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Everyone knows it’s not true. Sin City is the biggest adult playground in the US. It never closes. People come from all around to spend every penny they have in hopes to hit it big. But me? I’ve lived here all my life. We were born and raised here. We, the Kings, don’t talk about it, but we all had plans that didn’t include Kingdom. Titan, Cross, Bones, and I didn’t ask for this life or this empire. Kingdom was started by our fathers—the Three Wisemen. Along with that, we inherited clients and enemies. Just like anything else that involves money, you’re going to have those who are jealous of what you have and those who want to take it. Then you have the ones who want to intertwine their business with ours. The Mason brothers have always been my friends. We grew up with them. They own the Airport. It’s not what you think. Well, it used to be an actual airport back in the seventies, but it was shut down and turned into the most elite illegal gambling ring in Nevada. You can bet on anything at any time—day or night. Just like anything else here, it never closes.
Everyone knows about it—Judges, the Mayor, and the DA. What it’s about. They haven’t shut it down because they depend on their cut. It’s just another source of income for them that they don’t have to pay taxes on. Money in their pocket seems to have a blinding affect.
After my fight at Glass last night, I wanted to get out tonight. Get some fresh air. Do what I do best. Race.
The night air is stuffy, making it hard to breathe. It’s humid, causing my sweat-covered shirt to stick to my body. The woman standing before me digs her nails into the fabric, yanking on it.
She shoves her face into mine, and I bite her bottom lip. She growls like a fucking bitch in heat and then her hands connect with my chest, pushing me. The back of my knees hit the front end of my car, and the force of her shove has me falling back. My back lies on the hood as she climbs on top of me.
“I don’t have time …”
“I’ll make it quick,” she rushes out, placing both hands on my face and kissing me. My hands go to her jean shorts that have ridden up, and I dig my fingers into her bare ass cheeks. She moans. Her hips begin to grind against my hard cock.
Fuck! I don’t have time for this. “Lucy, I need to go,” I say but make no move to push her off or stop her in any way. My cock is fucking hard, and she is willing. What kind of motherfucker would turn pussy down? Not me.
“Just let me suck it real quick.” She crawls off me and stands in her high heels. I peel my sweaty back off the already hot hood of my Dodge Demon.
I look over her as she stands before me panting. Her bleach blond hair is a fucking mess. Her roots have grown out longer than they should. She wears a pair of Daisy Dukes that barely cover her fucking pussy, and she has the top of them undone and rolled down once. Her white T-shirt has a black skull on it with a matching black crown. It sits uneven, tilting to the right, and blood runs down it, coating the skull. She has the shirt tied in a knot underneath her large tits with no bra. Her navel has a yellow and red sun tattooed around it with a string of diamonds that hangs down from the piercing. She’s my number one cheerleader. My go-to fuck. The bitch can suck start a fucking Harley.
Before I can speak, she goes to my jeans. I raise my hands while her fingers fumble with my black studded belt. Once she gets it undone, she rips the buttons open and shoves my pants to my ankles along with my boxers. My hard dick springs to action, staring up at her.