Chapter 107 Provocation on the Pool Table
POV Luca:
This competition has to be a joke. If we weren’t in such desperate need of the money, I’d drop this shit altogether and smash the cue on the table just to see if I could wake some of these players up to life. There isn’t a single competitor here on our level. It might sound like my ego talking, but this time it isn’t. This is bad—taking these men’s money almost feels unfair.
We’re wiping the floor with them, and we haven’t played pool in years. We were supposed to be rusty. The last time I played was back when I was still in school and got invited to a party, which means one thing: either I’m really good, or these players are really bad.
We’re already finishing the second match, and apparently we drew the best players, which means the rest will be like playing against children. I hold back the urge to tell everyone to go fuck themselves… My eyes widen the moment I notice who’s approaching. I didn’t get the chance to have a real conversation with her when she was at the farm—nor did I want to. I’m not friendly, and I don’t need to pretend I like someone when in reality I can’t stand them. And for all intents and purposes, I don’t like the damn redhead one bit.
“I want to play,” Maya says, and I’m impressed by the audacity of saying that straight to the face of my competitive brother—the one who hates her.
“I don’t think this is a game for a lady like you,” Dominic says, and I fight the urge to laugh when I see her nostrils flare.
My brother doesn’t realize he’s dealing with the female version of himself, and it’s hilarious to watch the clashes from the front row—clashes that, to my amusement, started the day she was at the farm. I’m counting down the days until the two of them tear into each other, whether to fuck or to kill each other. And forgive me, brother, but I’m betting all my chips on her.
Maya is going to destroy him.
“Is that so?” she asks, grabbing a cue and not failing to sway her ass that’s practically on display in that micro dress. I’m hypnotized for a few seconds, but I quickly pull myself together. “So what game would you recommend to me?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. What do you think, Luca?” Dominic asks, catching me off guard. I look away as fast as I can from that perky ass.
“Crossword puzzles?” I suggest, and everyone bursts out laughing.
“Seriously?” Maya asks. I turn to her—she looks beautiful when she’s pissed. I nod without bothering to answer with words. “There’s just one problem,” she adds, chin lifted. I frown, not knowing what she means.
“And what is it?” I ask, hating the fact that I fell into her game, letting curiosity get the best of me.
“I don’t like crossword puzzles.” She replies, leaning over the table and doing what none of the other competitors managed to do. Maya sinks a few balls, and I’m impressed by her shot. “Now pool? Wow, I love it,” she declares, looking straight at me. My cock throbs in my pants, enjoying her provocative, seductive way. Still, I rein in my thoughts and glare at her.
I’m not going to fall for her seduction game. Not a chance. I’m not the kind of man who falls into a woman’s game. I like being in control, dominating her body and showing her the pleasure I can give. I like mounting her hard, hearing her moan, begging for orgasm—one I only grant with the crack of my whip against her ass while my cock sinks into her slick pussy.
“Who wants to be my partner?” Maya asks, causing a stir among the men around us. Of course they want to be more than just her partner at the pool table. And who could blame them?
Fucking tease.
“I don’t want to play in pairs,” Dominic states, and for some reason I don’t want to analyze right now, I like his decision. “If you want to play, it’ll be you against me. Just the two of us.”
“Just the two of us? Are you sure? I heard six is good too. But if that’s how you want it, who am I to argue?”
That fucking provocateur didn’t just imply that—
I’m not thinking about this shit right now. Fuck.
“Finish her, brother,” I say, not liking how much she’s getting to me. “No mercy,” I emphasize, and Maya winks at me, which has an immediate effect on my cock.
“Give it your best, Dominic, because you’re going to need it. I’m even,” she says, leaning over the table to make her shot.
This woman is insane. Who does she think she is, challenging Dominic in public? I don’t know whether I’m impressed or feel sorry for her. I cross my arms and watch the match, both of them playing as if their lives depend on it. Dominic hasn’t even had a chance to play yet. From my brother’s face, I can tell how badly he wants to strangle the redhead. Maya keeps sinking balls, completely unconcerned with the looks she’s getting from the men. She seems entirely focused on defeating my brother.
“Our brother’s about to explode,” Adrian whispers, and I hold back a laugh.
“Don’t let him hear you,” I advise.
I turn my attention back to the table and see the pout Maya makes the moment she misses a shot. Dominic smiles smugly and whispers something in her ear that makes her scowl instantly. Mikhail and Adrian whistle at our brother’s perfect shot as he sinks two balls at once. I stay serious, analyzing everything—because if there’s one thing I am, it’s cautious. And seeing Maya’s expression shift from irritated to calm tells me something is wrong.
“Wow, I’m impressed,” she says, drawing Dominic’s attention back to her. “How many more times tonight can you impress me?” She leans over the table, putting her breasts blatantly on display for my brother.
“Dominic,” I call out. I need to warn my brother—this woman is going to play dirty. “Dominic.” I try again, but it’s useless. He misses his shot.
“Oh, what a shame,” the shameless woman says. “I really thought you were going to sink them all.” Her smile gets under my skin. I want to use my whip on her ass and teach her that you don’t provoke a man like Dominic—or me.
She leans over for her shot, and I hurry to stand close to her. If she wants to provoke my brother, I’ll provoke her too. I bend down near her ear, take a deep breath, and in the same second she jumps in surprise at my closeness.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I whisper seductively. “You play very well.”
“Oh, thank you. I learned how to play during the week of generalized debauchery,” she replies. I frown, not understanding what week she’s talking about.