He bet another hundred, and the dealer looked at me. I was still deciding, weighing out the pros and cons when I just went for it and called. If the flutter of his eyes was any indicator, he didn’t think I would call and was surprised, but he quickly covered it up with a cocky smile as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for the next card. Did that mean he had a straight or not? Should I keep going in hopes for something better?
The next card came out, and it was a king of diamonds. Yes! I got two pairs, but that still wasn’t enough to combat a straight. I looked up to see his grin widen as he threw in a five-hundred-dollar chip in the pot. I could practically see his back molars with how big his smile was. And it was pointed at me.
Fucking shit.Should I risk it or not for the full house?
“Just give it up, sweetheart. I can tell you’re thinking really hard about your next move, but just save yourself some money and fold.” That cocksure voice traveled down the table, snaked down my arm and went straight for my pussy. It was a delectable voice.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips, even as his words started to work up a hot ball of wrath inside of me. They were so damn kissable that I wanted to launch across this table and show him how much of asweetheartI really was, but my need to win got the better of me.
At the last second, I threw in a five-hundred-dollar chip and said fuck it. YOLO, right? And if I won this in the end, it would be a bigfuck youto this delicious fucker.
I held my breath as the last card came out and it was a six of hearts. My heart stopped, and I looked at the cards in front of me, then back at my cards.
Wait…did I…?
Blue eyes threw down his cards like he already won. “Read ‘em and weep, girly.” His cocksure attitude and smugness was throwing me off, but when I confirmed what I was seeing, a smile of my own crept across my lips. I felt it grow on my face by the second. As he saw this, his own cocky attitude wavered.
“You read ‘em and weep, mother fucker.” I turned them over on the table, and everyone bent forward to look at my cards. I had a fucking flush. Ace, king, two, three and my lucky number, six, all in hearts.
He slammed his hands onto the table, clenching his strong jaw as he got up out of his chair, circling it as he looked down at my hand in disbelief.
“Winner,” the dealer called out and shoved the nice size pile of chips my way.
I rose slowly from my chair and bent over, scooping them up with my arms but making sure my tits were spilling onto the table as I looked up at him seductively.
“Wanna go again, blue eyes?”
The taunt in my voice had his body going still, his eyes flashed with power, power that seemed eerily familiar, which had my instincts screaming, but I caught his eyes devouring my body. I didn’t miss the heat in them as he watched me drag my chest off the table, back to my seat as I started to count my winnings loudly.
He snarled, yanking back his seat and sinking down slowly as he kept his drilling eyes on me, challenging me with just his body language.
“You’re on.”
Something about his threat made a shiver crawl up my body, and I felt myself start to get wet. I would need to keep an eye on this guy, see if he was like the others who had a similar type of odd power that I had never felt before. See if he was also going to try to get me over into Hell.
But as I looked up at him as he collected his next set of cards, I couldn’t help but feel excited to see how this would turn out and where we would end up. In Hell or in my bedroom? Let’s gamble it all.
Chapter 19
Goddamnthisfuckingfemale! I had been playing poker with her all night, and for the most part, we’d been tying, win for win, but for the past hour, she’d been on a hot streak.
At first, I’d thought she had beginner’s luck, since I was the professional and should be sweeping the floor with her, but then she’d kept winning, even against good cards. Then I’d thought she might be cheating with her demonic power, but I’d watched her for it, and she wasn’t. I hadn't even felt any vibrations of demonic magic that I would normally feel around a demon. The only thing I could feel was the magic that came from her drink, which she kept getting delivered to her, so I stopped trying to read magic and just focused on my cards and reading this little devil.
I even tried to use my future seeing power to tell what her decisions would be looking into her three-second future, but this damn woman kept changing her fucking mind. She thought one way for one second, then switched to something else the next second, which made reading her future impossible.
It was infuriating. She was making me so mad that I even contemplated asking some of the spirits hanging around to tell me what her cards were and then making my moves that way. But it wasn’t worth it.
If I let one know that I could see and hear it, the rest would come over. Then I’d be drowning in a sea of spirits that would require the dark witches’ intervention again. I really didn’t want to spend another night bathing in witch hazel, naked, with three women around me chanting from midnight to noon.
“So, blue eyes…” she cooed.
I hated when she called me that, but it also tented my pants. It was one of the most confusing things in my existence.
“Do you think the professional is going to win this round?”
I regretted that round when I’d boasted about being a professional poker player. It was now her main form of torment for me. Her teasing voice was grinding in my ears, while my eyes watched the curves of her breasts move as she set up her chip piles. I loathed myself for continuing to watch her body, for craving its creamy softness, for wishing that my rough hands were exploring every inch of her, marking her perfect skin with my filth.
I grunted in response as I couldn’t bring myself to speak to her when I would just say something nasty to get her to keep talking to me, keep sparring with me. Keep holding her interest, because she sure as fuck interested me and it should be even, right?
