Free The Billionaire's Bet #3: A Risky Raise (Erotic Romance with alpha male) by Clarissa Wild

 
    Chapter 1
     
    The three cards lay spread out on the table, showing only the backside. The ones in my hand were all that I needed to know I’d win this time. Each time Dominic flipped one around, he glanced at me, his predatory eyes slipping down my ever decreasing amount of clothes.
    If you could call these clothes.
    Dominic had insisted I wore a skimpy skirt with a latex top underneath my shirt, so that he’d be able to peel it all off, one by one. The shirt was already gone, and from time to time I spotted him eyeing my breasts that almost spilled out of the latex.
    He was still in his white button-up tee and smooth black pants. Some of the buttons were loose, showing a bit of bulky chest that enticed me. I hadn’t been able to make him take any of it off, except for his tie which hung loose from his neck. He’d won all the hands thus far.
    He flipped another card. “I raise you twenty,” he said. He licked his lips as he chucked the chips toward the pile in the middle.
    I rolled my eyes. Fine, I’ll go along with your petty bluff.
    With pursed lips and a cold hard face I pushed my chips forward. “Fifty.”
    His lips quirked up into a smile. “I like a challenge.” He nudged a few more chips forward and then flipped the last card.
    Yes! Full house.
    I guess I was unable to withhold a smile from turning up on my face, because Dominic let out a small chuckle. “You first,” he said.
    I opened my cards and put them on the table, biting my lip because I knew I had to win this one. Now it was finally my time to strip him of his clothes, which looked yummy on him, by the way.
    I already stood up to claim my victory, but he held up his hand and put his cards down on the table for me to see. “Sit down,” he said.
    “What?” I yelled. “Four of a kind? Are you kidding me? I had this!”
    He laughed , and brushed his fingers through his thick honey blond hair. “Tough luck, Julie.”
    I slumped back down and sighed. “Fine … you win.”
    “I always win,” he said with a gruff voice.
    Looking at him, I couldn’t help notice he checked which piece of my outfit to remove next. He bit his lip and took in a sharp breath. “Take off your top.”
    I pursed my lips and slowly unhooked the straps of my top, teasing him by buying time.
    “Rip it off,” he said with a growl.
    I rolled my eyes and chuckled, but did what he asked anyway. In one go I tore away the top, my nipples hardening from the fabric that made rough contact with them. I threw it on the floor as my boobs bounced from my movement. His bright blue eyes narrowed gawking at my exposed flesh.
    “Hmm…” he hummed.
    He placed his palms on the table and spread his arms wide, pushing himself up from his chair.
    “What are you doing, Dom? We’re not finished yet. I want to get a chance to beat you , and I’m not fully naked yet, so this strip poker session of ours isn’t over yet.”
    “I decide when it’s over , and I say it’s over now.”
    His firm hands clenched around the table edges, his broad muscles tensed up , and with one big push he shoved the table aside. With a menacing stride he came toward me, his hands reaching for my body.
    “ I won and you’re mine now,” he growled.
    I squealed when he lifted me up from the chair and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it. I moaned when he squeezed my boobs, biting down softly on my sensitive spot.
    He left my nipples puckered up, and then lifted me further, putting me over his shoulder.
    “Hey, what are you doing?” I yelped.
    Smack! Smack! His hand came down on my butt cheeks twice.
    “Ah!” I hissed from the sudden burn.
    “Claiming my prize,” he said.
    H e went up the stairs with me dangling from his shoulder. After he reached the playroom, he put me down on a chair and breathed heavily, while taking off his tie. He made a noose and wrapped it around my chest, securing me to the chair from behind. He was so close now; I could almost touch the stubble on his jaw. I could