Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,49
want to lose my spot.”
She nods, pecking me on the cheek. I hand her my credit chip and give her ass a not-too-subtle squeeze as she turns around.
A moment later, she returns with a huge amount of chips. Probably 100,000 credits worth. I grin, pleased with her initiative, and put my arm around her waist, pulling her close.
“I’m going to win this hand, just you watch me,” I pretend to slur.
I don’t. In fact, I even manage to lose a full 15,000 credits. I pick up another 900 in the next game before going on a spectacular losing streak, dropping hand after hand until I’m down to my last 10,000 credits worth of chips. The entire time, I refuse to fold except when staying in the game would make it incredibly obvious that I’m trying to lose. I want the pit boss to notice how much money I’m losing, and how little I seem to care.
“More chips?” Kora offers sweetly as I bust out again.
“Thanks, doll,” I say, patting her butt. As usual, her cheeks go red, but I see a little smile reach her lips. I think she secretly likes the way I’m claiming her in public.
During my third round of burning through Djumba chips, I notice one of the casino workers watching me. Good. I pretend to sip my drink, acting as obliviously happy as I know how.
Finally, I bust out for the third time. I make a show of laughing over it, like it doesn’t matter to me at all, and then I take Kora’s hand and lead her away from the Djumba game to sit down at a nearby table.
“No more cards?” Kora asks as we sit down.
“I think we’ve done enough to get their attention,” I tell her. “Let’s just wait for a little while and see what happens.”
“You really know how to lose at cards,” she giggles.
“You should see me when I’m trying to win,” I laugh. “You’ve been playing your part perfectly, by the way.”
“It’s not exactly hard to buy Djumba chips and let a hot guy touch my butt,” she says with a wink. “You really like to mark your territory, don’t you? You know, I am still wearing your mark on my neck. It’s pretty clear I’m not available.”
“Not clear enough,” I growl, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “Although it helps to know that you’re still wearing me all over your cunt.”
She blushes brilliantly, saying nothing, and I feel my cock twitch with desire to bend her over the table right there. Something about this woman just makes every moment I’m not inside her unbearable.
Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I see a Dajorkan man in a suit approaching. The pit boss. I turn, lifting my drink, and Kora does the same.
“Excuse me, sir, ma’am,” says the Dajorkan. “I don’t mean to bother you. I represent casino management. I noticed that you both seemed to be having quite the time at our Djumba tables, and I wanted to extend you an offer to join the Tajiki Comet’s private game. It’s a special thing, only for our most valued guests.”
“Yeah!” I say, faking a drunken slur. “I was this close to winning, too. Did you see that last hand?”
“I did indeed,” the Dajorkan humors me. “You were very close.”
I pretend to drink. “A private game… hey, that sounds pretty fun! There’s not a betting limit, is there? If I’m playing with some big rollers, I want to be able to bet what I want to bet.”
The pit boss smiles politely, hiding his amusement at what I’m sure he thinks is a rich fool about to get cleaned out. “I think you’ll find the rules quite to your liking, sir. The kind of folks who play in our VIP room don’t like betting limits either.”
Kora
We stop briefly at the room to get cleaned up, and then head back out to find the private Djumba game. I have to say, it’s fun watching Turan work. He’s clearly at home in this kind of environment, as well as playing the role of the drunken playboy. It makes me wonder how many other missions like this he’s been a part of, how many other seedy mob-run casinos he’s had to infiltrate. I do have to admit, this whole place is pretty sketchy, despite its opulence. I might even be concerned for my safety were I not with Turan. A lot of the people around look like gangsters, and they seem pretty comfortable