Chapter 35

Liam

7:45 PM WEDNESDAY

My eyes are glued to the black and red squares, going round and round with the little white ball rolling on the top edge before bouncing through different number squares and coming to land in one of the squares with a soft clunk.

I don’t really fucking care if I win or not. It’s just a bit of afternoon entertainment while nothing else is happening.

Of course, the dark-haired beauty with her lips wrapped around my throbbing fucking cock is an added bonus. It’s not every day this happens to me at the roulette table. But what the fuck could I do when she came up to me and dropped to her knees right in fucking front of me?

Introduced herself as a fucking princess from some quaint little country in Europe looking for a husband, too.

Not that I’m in the market for a bride—on the contrary, I love the single life. But she was very convincing with her mouth, and I’m not the type to keep a woman in wanting.

Her dark chocolate eyes are on mine the whole time as she unzips my pants and helps herself to my fucking cock. Once she wraps her lips around it, I go back to watching the little white fucking ball. Nothing more I need to do but enjoy the ride.

When my phone rings, I pull it out of the pocket and glance at the number. It’s not one I recognize.

“Liam Black,” I try and sound business-like and ignore the woman now sucking harder on that cock of mine. I play with her hair.

Maybe I’ll take her to my executive suite a little later for a good fuck. If her pussy was anything like her mouth, I’d be reasonably satisfied.

At first I only hear sobbing and can’t make out a single word the caller is saying. I’m not sure if it’s a prank call, a wrong number, or someone actually wanting to fucking speak to me. Half-tempted to hang up, I try to give them one last chance.

“Hello?” I say and thrust my pelvis toward the princess. My fucking cock is getting ready to explode. I want to see if she can swallow every last drop.

“Liam? Liam, it’s…uh. It’s Dan’s fiancée,” a pretty female voice sobs through the phone. “It’s Becky here. Um…Dan, your step-brother, right? Dan gave me your number. He said to call if it was an emergency…and, uh. It’s an emergency!” Her words are interrupted by continuous crying.

“Sorry?” It could be that my princess and her blowjob are befuddling my mind, but this Becky may as well have been speaking a different language. I can’t understand what the fuck she wants. “Becky, is it? Tell me what’s wrong, love.”

The princess looks up at me, obviously offended. I make a point of pushing her head back down—I want to see if I can’t finish before I have to go put out Dan’s latest fire.

“Please, Liam. Everything’s gone to shit, and I don’t know how to make it right. You’re the only one who can help—please? We’re in the Royale, up in my suite.”

“And it has to be now, love?”

“Yes. Absolutely. If you don’t come now…Liam, I’m gonna kill him.”

With a sigh and some swearing, I pull my complaining member out of the dark beauty. Trust my fucking stepbrother to be the root of all this. I should have never given him those rooms in my fucking casino, and I should have never agreed to host his silly little wedding here.

But even though I don’t know this Becky woman from a bar of soap, I feel sorry for her for agreeing to marry my asshole stepbrother. I better go and see what help, if any, I can be to this poor fucking girl.

“I’ll be right there, love. Don’t fret. I’m on my way.”

My left hand pushes my member back into my pants while my right hangs up the phone.

“Sorry, princess,” I smile at the pouting woman still kneeling on the floor. “Maybe later.”

I turn and walk toward the elevator, leaving her on her knees at the roulette table.

As soon I step out of the elevator, I can see a group of girls along the corridor. A leggy blonde, a curvy woman exchanging numbers with a masseuse from the Royale’s spa, and a bespectacled brunette nursing a bottle of tequila are all are wearing the Royale bathrobes. Obviously they’ve just come back from the spa downstairs.

“Are any of you Becky?” I ask.

They shake their heads no and point to the bridal suite instead.

I take a step inside, and unless my ears are fucking with me, I hear one of them shout the strangest thing as I go:

“Watch out! She’s armed!”

Unfortunately, the warning comes half a second too late.

It’s then that I see her: Becky Brooks, my brother’s bride-to-be, snarling like a lioness and wielding a fire poker longer than her arm.

It’s like the world drifts into slow motion. Every second, every breath, every heartbeat is slowed down into gorgeous lingering clarity.

A trio of lingerie-clad prostitutes pause mid-pillow fight and scatter just as one of the pillows rips, sending feathers flying every which way.

Dan’s groomsmen are trying to shove their respective cocks back into their pants while smoke from fat, reeking joints billows up around them, setting off the fire alarm and alerting the sprinkler system.

Dan, bare-ass naked and covered in cocaine, kneels at the feet of a gorgeous redhead, hands clasped in pleading agony.

And then, there’s her. The redhead.

Becky Brooks.

Her hair flows around her as she raises the fire poker up to strike my idiot step-brother down. She’s wearing a spa robe and a snarl, like a warrior goddess straight out of the bath and onto the battle field while feathers float down around her and the sprinkler system showers the scene in a protective rain.

Judging by the prostitutes, the drugs, and Dan’s nudity, I’d say he deserves it, too.

For a moment, I consider letting her take her vengeance.

But then again…I don’t want to see a woman this beautiful end up in jail for assault.

I catch her wrist before she can rain down her justice. She lets herself fall into me at my touch.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were going to kill him, were you?” I purr in her ear.

“No,” she admits. “But I was hoping that someone might stop me.”

I run my hand along her side, feeling Becky’s curves, having already decided this gorgeous fucking woman is way too good for that asshole Dan.

“What’s he done this time?”

This is not the first time I’ve got to bail Dan out of some fucking hole he’s dug for himself. Admittedly, over the last few years, these incidents have decreased, but in his teenage years, Dan was a fucking nightmare, stumbling from one fucking disaster into the next.

“What hasn’t he done would be a shorter conversation,” snarls Becky.

Women dressed in see-through bras, suspenders, and G-strings are still scattering around the suite.

White powder is piled on every flat surface. I’m assuming it’s cocaine. There are empty bottles of all kinds of alcohol scattered on the floor, together with clothes and other things I can’t identify at first glance.

I shudder.

Whoever was responsible for this was going to get a fucking huge bill, I’d see to that.

I can’t stand people who trash other people’s property.

The men, I find, huddled together now that Becky is disarmed. They make for a sorry fucking picture. It’s Dan the Man, his trusted sidekicks Connor, Chet, and Martin. Fucking losers, all of them.

This is all fucking Dan’s fault.

“I could still do it, you know,” Becky growls darkly.

“Sure, but I don’t want blood all over the carpet. It’s really hard to get out.”

To my delight, Becky laughs.

It’s the most gorgeous sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

“I want them gone,” Becky says, turning in my arms. She looks up at me with the most gorgeous, pleading green eyes I’ve ever seen. I could hardly deny her anything with eyes like that.

“You heard the lady,” I sneer down at Dan, who’s blubbering incoherently at our feet. “You better exit this suite before I give her back her weapon and let her finish the fucking job.”

“Becky,” Dan whimpers up to her. “It’s all a mistake, Becky-beans. It’s not what it looks like.”

I roll my eyes. Becky’s fingers twitch toward the fire poker once more.

“I would get going if I were you,” I suggest.

Dan the Man and his troop of idiots don’t have to be asked a third time. They gather their clothes and head for the elevator, a gaggle of prostitutes in tow.

As the party files out around us, Becky turns her face away from me. I can see a single tear bubble up over her lower lashes and stream down her cheek.

“No,” I whisper, wiping the tear away. “None of that.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers back. “It’s just…I had a lot riding on this. I thought he was a better man.”

“He’s not. If I would have met you before just now, I could have told you that.”

Becky looks up at me, green eyes glistening like emeralds.

“But he’s your brother,” she gasps.

“Step-brother,” I correct. “Bit of a wicked one, to tell the truth. Did he hurt you?”

She shakes her head no. “Just my pride.”

“Let me make this up to you,” I tell her, because she’s breaking my heart. And because she’s lovely, and she’s crying, and I’ve never seen a woman wield a fire poker quite like that before. “Anything you want in all of Las Vegas. Name it, and it’s yours.”

She sniffs, blinking away tears. “Anything?”

I take her hand in mine and kiss her fingers, just above the million-dollar engagement ring my idiot step-brother must have given her.

“Anything at all,” I promise.

“I just wanted a good night,” Becky says softly.

I grin. “Is that all? Darling, I’ll give you the best night of your life. The best you’ll ever remember.”

“I’d like that,” she grins back.

It’s good to see her smile. But the smile fades as her eyes land on the ring she’s still wearing.

“Just…one sec,” she says, twisting it off her finger and making for the door. “I’ve got one little thing left to do first.”