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Taken by Two Billionaires
(Jasmine Black)

You belong to us now.

One of the two Italian billionaires who'd won me in a poker game last week had said those exact words a few moments earlier when he'd shown up at my luxury Las Vegas hotel room to pick up his winnings. 

Me. 

The two men had given me a week to prepare myself. They'd given me a luxurious suite in a hotel that they owned. Heaven knew I'd needed the extra time alone to wrap my head around what had happened. 



I still hadn't fully processed the loss of my freedom and despite Franco's impatience, he'd been nice enough to take my luggage to the limo while I used my bathroom one final time so I could make sure my makeup and my hair were perfect. I stared at myself in the mirror. 



I looked...bedroomy breathy. I'd splashed a dash of bright red lipstick across my lips, put on the black leather lace slave collar with matching wrist cuffs, stepped into a pair of white sandals and wore a sheer flared frost-white dress with a gold top to bottom zipper down the front. The sandals, dress and naughty accessories had been laid out on my bed this morning by the maid who'd given me specific instructions that I was to wear no bra, no panties and no butt plug when I was picked up. 



Removing the plug had left me craving for my ass to be filled again. But I tried to ignore the emptiness as I looked in the mirror. I had to admit the dress hugged my figure like a glove. The material smoothed over the curves of my breasts. My nipples were hard points and the dark areoles shimmered through the fine material of the dress. It really looked sharp. Normally, I wouldn't wear something so provocative. But my life wasn't in my hands anymore. That's the way it was in the world of gambling. You lose some. You win some.



My fingers shook as I pressed a stray strand of my shoulder length brown hair back into place behind my ear. My cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and my blue eyes glittered with excitement, despite the circumstances.



I'd always been warned that my gambling habit would get me into trouble, I'd just never imagined it would get me into trouble. Why in the world had I ever agreed to put myself up as collateral if I lost the poker game?