Lose & Get Fucked

I shook the dice in the leather cup, the familiar rattle sending that electric thrill through my veins.

I was ready to let them fly, ending this night on a high when Rowland’s hand closed over mine, warm and firm, stopping me cold.

His thumb brushed my knuckles as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear.

“Just a reminder, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear. “If it’s not a multiple of three, you strip bare, bend over, touch those pretty toes… and I fuck you just like that. Understood?”

Rowland Moretti, one of Baltimore’s most ruthless mafia lords, forty two and built like he could break a man in half without trying knew exactly what he was doing to me.

His dark eyes held mine, daring me to back out.

I’m Beth Voss. Twenty one. The girl every man in this city wants and every woman wants to be. Long black hair, curves that stop traffic, legs that go on forever. They call me the prettiest bitch in Baltimore for a reason.<