Table of Contents
Epilogue - Ashley
Epilogue As Told By Brittney
Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Epilogue - Fiona
Description for Gambling The Virgin
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Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis and Lana
Another Word From Alexis
Lucy
Gian
A Note From The Authors
Daddy Please
Tara
Marcus
Yay! You just finished Daddy, Please!
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Lance
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
Michael
A Goodbye From Lance
Scandalous is done! Now on to Client 5!
Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
Arsen
Ashley
Client 5 over, on to Man Chaser!
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Ethan
Brittney
Time For Some Cocks…Err I mean Cox
Fiona Vs. Football Player
Fiona
Danny
And Finally, More Gian and Lucy
Gian and Lucy - The Honeymoon
Gambling For the Virgin
A Dark Billionaire Romance
Alexis Angel
Naughty Angel Publishing
Contents
Description for Gambling The Virgin
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Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis and Lana
Another Word From Alexis
1. Lucy
2. Lucy
3. Gian
4. Gian
5. Gian
6. Gian
7. Lucy
8. Lucy
9. Lucy
10. Gian
11. Lucy
12. Gian
13. Lucy
14. Lucy
15. Lucy
A Note From The Authors
Daddy Please
16. Tara
17. Tara
18. Tara
19. Marcus
20. Tara
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Yay! You just finished Daddy, Please!
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
21. Lance
22. New York Daily Journal
23. Jocelyn
24. Lance
25. Jocelyn
26. Jocelyn
27. Lance
28. Jocelyn
29. Lance
30. Jocelyn
31. Lance
32. Lance
33. Jocelyn
34. Lance
35. Jocelyn
36. New York Daily Journal
37. Lance
38. Jocelyn
39. New York Daily Journal
40. Lance
41. Jocelyn
42. Lance
43. New York Daily Journal
44. Jocelyn
45. Jocelyn
46. Lance
47. New York Daily Journal
48. Jocelyn
49. Lance
50. Jocelyn
51. Lance
52. Jocelyn
53. Lance
54. New York Daily Journal
55. Jocelyn
56. Lance
57. Michael
58. Jocelyn
59. New York Daily Journal
60. Jocelyn
A Goodbye From Lance
Scandalous is done! Now on to Client 5!
Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
61. Arsen
62. Ashley
63. Ashley
64. Arsen
65. Ashley
66. Arsen
67. Ashley
68. Arsen
69. Ashley
70. Arsen
71. Ashley
72. Arsen
73. Ashley
74. Arsen
75. Ashley
76. Arsen
77. Ashley
78. Arsen
79. Ashley
80. Arsen
81. Ashley
82. Arsen
83. Ashley
84. Arsen
85. Ashley
86. Arsen
87. Ashley
88. Epilogue - Ashley
Client 5 over, on to Man Chaser!
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
89. Ethan
90. Brittney
91. Ethan
92. Brittney
93. Ethan
94. Brittney
95. Ethan
96. Brittney
97. Ethan
98. Brittney
99. Brittney
100. Ethan
101. Brittney
102. Ethan
103. Brittney
104. Ethan
105. Brittney
106. Ethan
107. Brittney
108. Brittney
109. Ethan
110. Brittney
111. Ethan
112. Brittney
113. Ethan
114. Brittney
115. Ethan
116. Brittney
117. Ethan
118. Brittney
119. Brittney
120. Epilogue As Told By Brittney
121. Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Time For Some Cocks…Err I mean Cox
Fiona Vs. Football Player
122. Fiona
123. Danny
124. Fiona
125. Danny
126. Fiona
127. Danny
128. Fiona
129. Danny
130. Fiona
131. Danny
132. Fiona
133. Fiona
134. Fiona
135. Danny
136. Fiona
137. Danny
138. Fiona
139. Danny
140. Fiona
141. Epilogue - Fiona
And Finally, More Gian and Lucy
142. Gian and Lucy - The Honeymoon
Gambling For The Virgin
A Dark Billionaire Romance
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Her body’s for sale. But I want her soul…
She wants to sell her body to me for cash. Says I’m the only one with enough power and money to help her. And how can I resist saying yes? With my wealth, I can buy any fucking thing I want.
And God, the things I want to do that body...
I can’t tell you out here how I’m going to squeeze that heart-shaped ass and run my cock between her cheeks as we look out the window at the city I own.
Or how I’m gonna shoot her into orbit five or six times as a warm up before I fuck her so good that she can’t walk the next day.
But I will tell you this…
She’ll be coming back for more.
Because she wants it. She says she doesn’t. But I know she does.
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bsp; When she’s around me, she can’t control herself.
But I want…more.
It’s not enough to just own her body.
I want her heart.
All of her. Everything. Every damn word, deed, and thought.
Till death do us part…
Dedicated to Lara
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A Note From Alexis and Lana
Well hello there, ladies!
If you’ve read any Alexis Angel, Mona Cox, or some other titles from Naughty Angel Publishing, then you know that we’re all about fun and the sexy sexy.
But there is a part of us that likes sexy sexy and still wants to be dark. Like pink and fluffy is only fun when we also explore the cold and dark parts of us, ya know?
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Another Word From Alexis
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1
Lucy
My small apartment feels safe to me now because I don’t want to leave the four tiny walls of my bedroom.
Not dressed the way I am. The scent of freshly laundered clothes clings to my nostrils, and sets me further on edge, rather than comfort me. I can’t feel at ease leaving home with what I'm about to do.
I can't possibly do this. I won't. That’s what I try and tell myself, because accepting this is hard to do. I grew up without role models. Without parents, for much of my life. No one tried to instill a sense of self-worth in me because no one was around to do it. The remaining members of my family all died in a family reunion house fire, but I'm still fighting the battle to have dignity and to maintain it despite any challenges that life throws my way. And if I do this thing for which I’m preparing, I lose any thread of that integrity I’d hoped to retain.
But I have to think about why I’m doing this. Why it matters more that I give up my self-worth. I'm doing this for my brother. He’s spiraled down as far as I can stand to see him go. The truth is, his drug and alcohol and gambling problems are already so out of control, I don’t know if there’s any further down he can fall. Me? I have almost nothing. In fact, all I have is him. So this is the sacrifice I make because my integrity matters less to me than my brother’s life. If I don’t save him, he'll die. And because I'm poor, and I have nothing but a dead-end diner job, and because I’m not sure what the hell else I want from life, I'm in the unique position of having just one thing to give.
I’m a virgin. I can give my virginity to one of the most notoriously ruthless, cutthroat casino owners that my brother owes the most money to. Giancarlo Sandoval is a notorious womanizer if the rumors are to be believed. I hope they are, because I’m hanging all my hope on it. The tang of fear is sliding down my throat with the chemical sweetness of lipstick further turning my stomach.
Rapping my fingernails nervously on the old wood of my vanity table one last time, I take a final look at myself in the mirror's reflection. I hope that I’ve done a good enough job with this makeup, and with this outfit, to catch his eye and make him consider my offer.
If I knew better what men wanted, I might not still be a virgin. The truth is I’ve never taken a real interest in men, in sex, or even in makeup or looking all that attractive.
Trying to help my brother has consumed the last seven years of my life, and now it has come to this. I’m staring at my too-pale face in the mirror, eyes ringed with more eyeliner and eyeshadow than it has seen in all the previous years of my life combined. A blazing red lipstick coats my lips with a luster that says ‘pay attention to me’ when all I’ve been content to do in the past was to go unnoticed. I smack my lips together, then make a kissy pout to the mirror.
I think I look exactly like someone trying to look desirable. I hope that reads well when Giancarlo sees me. I want to look the right amount of desperate, so that he’ll know I’m really willing to go this far. Hopefully, he’ll keep his word if I get him to entertain my offer.
I run my fingers through my hair one more time, tousling it so that I know it looks as good as it possibly can. I have my hair down in cascading auburn waves, the ringlets actually framing my face instead of being in their usual ponytail.
Looking over my reflection as if I’m looking at someone else, the hollow smile I spread over my face is as empty as I feel. Standing, I think about how I need to be strong. The time to be disgusted by my plan is ending now. Now I’m walking out of my apartment, and into Giancarlo Sandoval’s casino. Now, I’m the girl who’s going to try as hard as she can to strike a deal. I can’t be focusing on how badly I don’t want to do this.
The truth is that I don’t want to do this, but I also don’t want to suffer any of the consequences of not trying. I have nothing else to consider.
When I discovered my brother’s ledger, I was horrified by the story the numbers told. I saw the names, and after Googling for confirmation, I saw that all of these men owned casinos. I knew Tommy gambled. Tommy gambled, drank, slept with a ton of girls, and did whatever drugs came along for the ride. And he’d stopped working a long time ago. When he was doing well, he had tried to shower me with gifts. He bought me this vanity, telling me in one sober moment that he remembered our mother having one like it. But when things weren’t going well, he was scribbling in that ledger he kept in a small memo pad in his coat. His hair was too greasy and unkempt, and he stayed drunk, or high, or both. When he passed out in my bathroom, that ledger had fallen out of his pocket.
Circled so many times there was a hole in some parts of the pages where the tooth of the paper against the pen couldn't hold, and there was the name, Giancarlo Sandoval, and a number so large I gasped.
The numbers told me that he needed money. Well, that’s what they told me at first.
But the reality is that I need to prevent what the note written next to Giancarlo Sandoval’s name is forecasting.
‘Collecting or grave.’
Grave could only mean death. I have to do something about that. I can't let my brother get killed by some scummy whoring casino owner.
I have to stop the collection, which I know isn't going to be through an
gry phone calls or letters. It's going to be mobster shit, frankly, and I have to make some kind of deal.
My brother is my only family. I'll do anything for him. That's why I feel so conflicted. I know I'm going to do this. It's wrong, but because I need to save my brother—I'm the only one who can—I'm going to do something so wrong. For the right reasons.
Intention hardly matters. What matters is what I become. I'm going to offer my body to Giancarlo Sandoval. I'm a virgin, but I know brutish men look at women as a battle they get to conquer. I don't want to be a prize, a price, a payment.
I can't acquire money for my brother, but I can stop the collections. At least on this one major debt—a debt that can have such horrific consequences for my brother.
I walk out of my apartment, and when I hear the door close behind me, it isn’t like every other time I've left my apartment. It isn’t just the click of my heels on the tile outside of my unit. It's the metaphor in the sound of a slamming door that resonates with me.
People say that when life closes one door, another one opens. Well, I have no reason to believe that’s true unless I’m the one opening the doors. When my brother couldn’t take care of me, I used that chance to get a job at a diner. I used to think it would just be to afford school supplies, and clothes as I was still growing. But I’ve worked at J City’s Diner for the past five years now, and that’s just how it has to be.
Now I have to save my brother from getting his limbs chopped off by some mobster … and then I’ll figure out what to do next after that.
It's scary. I want to have a better plan. I do. But I have no idea what that plan is yet.
Those thoughts make me stop walking right here on the stairs, and I can’t breathe for a second.
But I think of my brother, and I know that if he's ruining his life, unable to stop making these terrible decisions, or get a hold of his addiction, then I'll get him free of at least his debts with the only currency I have. I work hard to be an independent woman, but in the end, it comes down to the fact that I'm still a woman. I need to use that rather than ignore it, because if Giancarlo accepts my virginity in exchange for my brother's debts at Giancarlo’s Wicked Paradise Casino, then I can turn this awful reality into something good. It just takes one vile act.