All Bets Are Off

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5.00 · 1 ratings · Published: Jan 24th, 2014 {{ book.ratingTitle }}
High Rollers Series – All In #1


Livvy Adams needs three hundred thousand dollars to pay off the mob, and billionaire playboy Jackson Brice is all that stands between her and freedom.


“Lucky” Livvy earns her place at a high-stakes poker game in Vegas, but the odds favor the irresistible Jackson. The cards flip, and Livvy loses everything in a single hand—her savings, her only chance to escape her crippling debt, and her inhibitions. With her life in pieces, Livvy knows Jackson won more than just a game. He’s won her.
And now he’ll claim his prize.


**This explicit 9400 word short story features rough sex and light D/s themes**


Excerpt:


We didn’t make it past the elevator. The doors closed and Jackson leapt on me, tossing me back into the decadent cabin and seizing the kiss I longed to give and he demanded I offer. His arms didn’t wrap around me. Instead he pushed them against the mirror to my sides, pinning me under him, claiming what little bits of me resisted his kiss. I gripped at him, my hands tangling in the t-shirt separating me from the muscle underneath. He was strong. I could feel it in every rasped breath he took over me and in the bounded, tensed shoulders preventing my escape.


“There are cameras in here.” I whispered as he broke his kiss to ravage my neck with hard nips.


“The amount of money I bring into this place?” His breath felt as hot as my coiling insides. “Let them try and stop me.”


Security would need to peel me off him first. I met his lips with equal intensity, accepting his tongue with an encouraging groan. I fell against him, light-headed, like a half-starved animal greedily latched onto its first meal in a week. His scent, the feel of his lips, the tickling brush of his hair against my face. I wanted everything he offered. Every taste of him I could possess. I had nothing else waiting for me. No safe home to return to. No family willing to emerge from hiding long enough to welcome me. Jackson was all I had, and, in that moment, he was all I wanted.


The elevator dinged, and he grabbed me once more. I wondered if he’d rather toss me over his shoulder. He acted like the medieval tournament winner. A champion with me as his prize. He took my money. Now he’d claim my body. Run though me with the same ease he won the game. I was warned gambling was a sin. This game would have me lose more than my jackpot.

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