Fighting Fate

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o the casino. We had eaten at the Palace Palm Hotel, a decadent feast whe

, arriving at the Gilded Falcon precisely on time. There was little ev

ng were all high-end. A huge, castle-like dark mahogany door with brushed silver handles was c

of me, curves jiggling in her red dress

hrough, calming and serene as my heels sunk into the luxurious red carpet. It was, for a casino, one of the nicest I'd ever been insi

reated out of different vintage whisky glasses, ice buckets and crates, all the bottles ra

e-skinned sex god was watching me. Once our eyes met, I quickly looked away and tried to talk to Jax. If he wa

s, dice and chatter rose, I lingered behind admiring the scotch centrepiece up close

the phone today. I hope

e right now my wolf screamed. Dark rich hair, just long enough for a few curls to tease his forehead, coffe

looking he was a double-edged sword. He was a shifter a

t never loo

y, sipping my drink and turning so I could watch my friends pl

one problem,

slow, he leaned towards into my ear, his hot breath just brushing my neck deliciously. A cur

. This is a…human

ely, he wouldn't! "You can't throw me out in front of all my collea

u are still a customer. But you cannot gamble. I don't know if you are

n. "You're afraid of me

r first name are terrifying,” looking around the room he ga

ith the slightest brush of hi

ly made me orgasm. My mind was running wild with thoughts, desires I’d kept back for so long. I

ye candy. I told myself that's all he was, he must do this with a different girl ev

yes. He just looked a bit, well tame now compared to the host. As our eyes met, he raised his scotch glass to

ver there," pointing to a large, well-built man with ice blond hair and blue eyes manning t

replied, "he's not my type

's type. God I'd let him do anything he wanted…" and as she

was now a sticky, syrupy mess. I dabbed at my chest

ar of a nearby female croupier. She nodded and gave him a wide smile, which even in my drenched state sent a little whirl of jealousy through

his hand towards a door. His voice was low but still rich a

me once as we weaved through the corridors, I still felt pulses of attraction crackling. Leading me through to a b

gorgeous designer black velvet j

e agreed with the croupie

r holding it and admiring the beauty of the

The velvet jacket fit perfectly but was a lot more revealing than I was used to. I

e appraised me up and down with his eyes. It felt as though the sheer intensity

my senses. Fuck he even smelt amazing. I instinctively clenched my thighs together, the risk of him sensin

he jacket, his hands delicately avoiding touching any other part of me. I gasped at his nerve but lo

ip. The buttons he had opened left a deep V of cleavage visible and a tin

oman in a room you know," he said after a moment

ll that raced through me. He's a player, I told myself, trying to cal

round. The way Greg's eyes lapped up every inch of my bare skin from a few pla

dollars in chips for everyone here to play with,

Of course he was called Rocco, a smooth, playboy name perfectly matching that confidence, I don’t know why but my ha