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  Table of Contents

  Epilogue - Ashley

  Epilogue As Told By Brittney

  Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney

  Epilogue - Fiona

  Description for Gambling The Virgin

  Also by Naughty Angel Publishing

  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

  Also by Naughty Angel Publishing

  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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  Description for Gambling The Virgin

  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.

&n
bsp; When she’s around me, she can’t control herself.

  But I want…more.

  It’s not enough to just own her body.

  No, I want something more. Something that she can’t sell. Something that she has to give.

  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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  Alexis

  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?

  So just be aware here, that the pages ahead are not going to be the happy go lucky sex romps that end in sweet love stories like you’ll find in other Naughty Angel Publishing books.

  Sure, there is a HEA and no cheating or cliffhangers. But there are some dark and mature themes here that have potential triggers and it’s good that you know. It’s definitely a lot more dark in it’s tone, but we enjoyed putting it together and hope you like it as well.

  Kisses!

  Alexis xoxox

  Lana xoxo

  Another Word From Alexis

  Hey babes!

  Amazon has a problem with Page Flip. If you’re hitting the end of this book, and it asks you to go back to the first page, then PLEASE DON’T. If you’re reading on Kindle Unlimited, none of the pages will get counted as a read.

  Even if it’s asking you to go to the beginning and review, please close the book at the page you end at after the story - there is a bonus book after this - and then review if you need to.

  The Page Flip issue seriously kills page reads for me, so I’m thanking you in advance!

  Love!

  Alexis xoxoxox

  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.