way to the end of the hallway and turn the knob slowly, gently pushing open the door enough to look inside the master bedroom.
Emilee lies on her back in the center of the bed. Titan lies on his stomach, his hands on her thighs, keeping them spread open with his face between them, fucking her pussy with his tongue. My brother straddles her face. He holds her arms down to the bed above her head. Her hips buck as Titan holds her down as best as he can while she moans around my brother’s cock.
I watch her body fight their restraints as she comes from both of them pleasuring her.
Bones is the first to move, releasing her wrists and getting off her. She’s gasping for air with her eyes closed. Titan then removes himself from between her thighs, and she closes her shaking legs and rolls onto her side.
“I’m not done, baby,” Titan tells her, gripping her hips and flipping her over onto her stomach. Her hands grip the sheets, and she buries her face into them. “Bones?” He nods to the corner of the room.
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