Unspoken Obsession (Casino King #4)

8. Dante

DANTE

I 've just dropped Frankie back off at La Muse Casino where she left her car. There's a stupid grin on my face that I can't seem to get rid of. This girl is doing something to me. She has awakened something deep inside me, and I do not want it to stop.

I admit, I took her to the furthest restaurant hoping no one would recognize me out there. And I've invited her to my penthouse for the same reason - to spend time with her without anyone giving away my true identity.

I'm not sure why I want to keep it hidden from her; usually, I flash who I am if I'm trying to impress a lady. I think it is because I know nothing about her - and the way she reminds me of the mysterious woman from years ago.

She's a card counter, a cheater and I know she is not a florist -- red flags waving in my face! They do nothing to deter me; I need to know who Frankie is.

I want to spend more time with her.

I pull away from La Muse thinking about her eyes, and how familiar they are.

She was very insistent on being home by midnight. Perhaps she was just trying to make it clear to me that she had no intention of coming home with me. Who knows?

I'll find out her secrets. Whatever is hiding behind that flirtatious smile of hers, I will find out what the sly cheater is hiding.

All of Saturday I can't stop thinking about her and by Sunday afternoon I am driving myself crazy.

I've already gone out, trying to distract myself, and bought all the ingredients I need to make dinner - as well as two bottles of wine and flowers for the table, so I can prove she's not a florist. My chef made creme brulée, for dessert, which is in the fridge, ready and waiting. I'm not that good in the kitchen.

Now I am pacing up and down the tidy penthouse, anxious, like a man waiting for his first date, worried she might not show up.

I could call her. I've got her number. I could text her to confirm our dinner plans, but I won't.

I'll be patient.

The problems in the tunnels are testing my patience and I'm worried that they are going to do something stupid down there and I'll have to clean up the damage. Even one of those tunnels closing will impact my cash flow by slowing down my deliveries. I trust my team is on it, and they will handle it because that is what I pay them to do.

Frankie is arriving at seven and when I glance at my watch and see it is six fifty-five, I sigh in relief.

Pouring a whisky to calm my shattered nerves, I stand out on the balcony of the penthouse, overlooking the city lights. It's like a Christmas tree flashing non-stop, shiny and tempting.

The front desk buzzes. She is on her way up. I wait until there is a soft knock on the door.

I pull it open and gesture for her to come in.

She steps forward, stands on her tiptoes, and kisses my cheek, giving me an awkward hug.

The closeness sets my pulse racing.

Her perfume is intoxicating. It washes over me as she steps back and smiles, then walks into the penthouse. Sweet magnolia and wild orchids. It smells incredible. My eyes trace over her back, the long cream-colored dress she is wearing looks fresh and summery on her. White sneakers are a cute touch that keeps her outfit chic and casual while still making her look incredible.

"Wow, this place really has a spectacular view." She says, looking out towards the balcony.

"That's why I love it. Make yourself at home, I am about to cook. Can I get you a drink?"

She drops her purse onto the sofa and turns to smile at me. "I'd love a whiskey if you've got any?"

"I do." I tilted my head, smiling too, because I just remembered that it was what the beautiful fox girl liked to drink as well. What is it that makes them so similar?

Once I've poured her a drink, she follows me into the kitchen. It's strange how certain people can come into your space, and you just feel comfortable. That's how it is with her.

"What are you making for dinner?" She asks. "Not food poisoning I hope." She's cheeky.

"I'm going to try my hand at making pork chow mein. I hope you like Chinese food - I mean - if you don't or if this a total failure there are a lot of excellent restaurants, we can order from downstairs."

She laughs.

Frankie has a calm confidence about her. An alluring magnetism.

She teases me and jokes with me while I cook. Picking up a knife and sliding the wooden chopping board over she's helping cut vegetables and herbs. She fits in, as though she has been here a hundred times.

There isn't a single moment with her where I'm awkward or tense.

"I don't believe that this is the first time you are making this," she says, her brows raised. "Be honest. Did you practice three times already to make sure you looked good tonight?"

"If I said yes, would you still be impressed?" I chuckle, stepping closer to her and holding out a spoon with a little sauce on it for her to taste.

She opens her mouth, and I slip the spoon between her lips, then drag it out of her mouth. "Mm. That's really amazing." She nods, then brushes her fingertips over her lips. I keep my eyes fixed on her.

"More salt?"

"No, that's perfect as it is."

I can't stop staring at her mouth.

"Is there something on my face?" She giggles, touching her cheek.

I reach up and cup her face in my hand. "You are exquisite, Frankie," I say softly. Her eyes lock with mine and my heart thumps when I brush my thumb over her mouth, then lean forward, pulling her face towards mine and pressing my lips against hers.

The kiss is like a lost dream, one that I can remember only by the taste of her. I slide my arm around her waist and pull her body up against mine. A soft moan escapes her mouth, and it stirs lust in me.

My pulse gets quicker, and my cock is getting harder.

I step away from her.

The sound of the pan sizzling on the stove behind me forces me back into reality.

"I don't want to burn the place down." I chuckle, lifting the pan and setting it aside.

She picks up her drink, taking a slow sip, her eyes closed for a moment. Then she says, "I'll set the table. It looks like you are almost ready?"

"Yes, the plates are in that cabinet." I point towards the one in the corner. She sets the table while I finish cooking. I'm thinking about the kiss and how quickly it escalated. Her lips felt incredible against mine.

I want to kiss her again.

I want to do so much more than kiss her.

Sitting on the balcony next to her we're enjoying our chow mein. She doesn't seem bothered that our legs are touching under the table.

In fact, she leans into it.

I drop my hand beneath the table and run my fingers over her thigh.

She looks at me, a flirty smile on her lips.

"Thank you for coming tonight," I say.

"I'm really enjoying myself." She replies.

I shift, turning to face her. I can't resist her anymore. I can't hold back.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her towards me again. This time when I kiss her it's with passion because I know what I want - and I can sense she wants it too.

She slides her hand around my neck and moves off her chair, onto my lap -- her legs wrapping around my waist. A low growl rumbles from my chest as she pushes her hips forward, riding against my rock-hard cock. She's trying to kill me, I'm sure.

I grip her waist and hold her still against me, pushing up against her. My fingers dig into her flesh. I want to bruise her. I want to leave a mark, so she knows who she belongs to after this.

Fuck, she is so sexy. The way she moves, the way she kisses me - I can't get enough of her.

I slide my hands up her legs, dragging her dress up over her hips and then pulling it over her head; but before she frees her hands, I lock her wrists together and twist the dress around them. Tying her up and leaving her vulnerable to whatever it is I've been fantasizing about doing to her.

She seems to hesitate for a moment, but her eyes darken with desire when I smile at her.

"I am just making sure you behave," I say.

All she is wearing is a black lace thong. Her perfect, round, full breasts catch the moonlight as they are thrust forward. Her arms are locked behind her.

I rub my thumb over her nipple, then grab a handful of her breast and wrap my lips over it, teasing her with my tongue. She moans, leaning back.

My cock throbs, aching to be inside her.

I lift her off my lap and unbutton my shirt while she watches me with demure eyes. I shrug it off my shoulders and then tug my pants open, shoving them to the floor.

She stares at my cock, biting her lower lip. The flick of her tongue makes my cock throb, the veins along the shaft pulsing.

I grip her throat, pull her back towards me, and then lift her back onto my lap. She is my toy and I'm feeling playful tonight. I grab my cock in my hand, holding it so she can sit down on me.

She smirks, cheeky and coy as she lowers herself onto my cock. I groan at the pure pleasure of it sliding into her tight pink pussy. She gasps as I fill her up and stretch her pussy open.

Steadying her with my hand twisted in her long hair, she bounces up and down on my lap.

I grip her hips, wanting to slam into her, bury myself inside her and then fuck her until she screams.

But every time I move to thrust into her, she grins and takes control, not letting me.

She is teasing me - and enjoying it.

It turns me on, how she thinks she is the one in charge.

She rocks over me, dancing on my cock, her gorgeous body captivating me.

I cannot take it anymore.

I stand up, lifting her with me. Sliding out of her I spin her around and bend her over the table. Guiding her restrained wrists to the table, I slip the tip of my cock to tease her wet pussy. Two can play this game.

Her moans turn into desperate, breathless pleas as she whispers, "Fuck me already," the need in her voice pushing me past the point of control.

She squeals when I thrust into her from behind, my cock slamming into her pussy and jolting her forward. Her fingers dig into my hand as I fuck her the way I want to fuck her. Hard, deep, and aggressive. As I shove my cock into her, she moans louder and louder, and I lock my other hand over her waist to keep her in place.

Soon her legs shake, and she arches her ass high towards me.

Her moans are more drawn out and her pussy is tightening over my cock.

"Come all over my cock, Frankie," I growl against her ear as I grab a handful of her hair and pull her back against my chest.

Her body shudders against mine and she stiffens, then quivers as she tilts her head back against me. Her eyes close and her lips apart as the orgasm steals her away. I grab her breast and thrust into her again, exploding inside her.

Waves of pleasure convulsed through me.

I tug her dress loose from her wrists. It falls to the floor, and she bends down to pick it up, looking around her.

"Do you think anyone saw?" She asks, trying to see if the balcony is visible to my neighbors.

"Not unless they had binoculars - and if they did - they should consider themselves fortunate to have seen that show."

I grab her around the waist and drag her towards me, kissing her. Even now, after I've just been satisfied by her, her naked body is incredible against mine. I could take her again.

"Dessert?" I ask, smiling down at her, wrapped in my arms.

"I thought that was dessert." She grins, scrunching her nose.

"Well, we can have more of this dessert after the dessert in the fridge."

"Mmm. I like the sound of that."

Frankie stays in my bed, laughing and cuddling until just before midnight. Then she gathers her things, kisses me goodbye, and slips out.

Leaving me with this weird emptiness, wishing she could've stayed the night. Wondering why she couldn't. What was so important?

The way she touched me, she lingers on my skin. I can smell her and taste her and it's like a drug - I crave more. Like an addict, I'm not satisfied, it wasn't enough.

It wasn't only the sex, but also her infectious laugh and her mischievous, playful attitude -- the way she spoke about life and how her smile lit up her entire face.

I need more of her. I want all of her.

After lying in bed for an hour, staring at the ceiling, unable to get her out of my mind - I pick up my phone and text her.

Me: Are you home safe? Lunch tomorrow? I will pick you up.

This way I can find out where she lives - and see her again.

Frankie: I'm home safe. Thank you for an amazing night. I can have lunch with you tomorrow. I'll meet you in the main lobby of Russo River Casino at twelve.

So, she is not allowing me to pick her up or see where she lives. Not yet. I will find out, eventually.

I'll be ready and waiting at the entrance tomorrow before she gets inside - again - I really don't want anyone giving away who I am.

I'll take her somewhere outside the casino for lunch.