Page 34 of Casino King

I’ve never been with a man before.

I’ve been kissed by boys. I’ve been on dates with boys who only knew how to feel the shape of my body through my clothes as we frantically groped in the back of his car.

But I’ve never been with a man.

I’ve never let a man into my body.

I’ve never let one close enough to feel what I want them to. I keep it all to myself. Every day. My entire life. All I’ve done is live an existence that did just that – exist.

After my parents, it was just me and James, and he sure as hell wasn’t letting any boys near me. Then after he died, I was just an eighteen-year-old all alone in the world who had to figure out how I was going to survive on my own. I didn’t have time for the drama and all the uncertainties that come with a man. I couldn’t afford to be flighty and jeopardize my focus on getting through each day.

But now…

Now I want it all.

I’ve never been wanted like this. I’ve never been pursued like this. I’ve never so badly wanted someone who I knew would break me. Break me in every possible definition of the word, and then build me up to be the woman I want to be.

Tearing the cups of my bra down, his hot mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth.

A strangled groan is torn from my lips as my back arches against him, needing to be closer to him.

Alec slides his hands under me and unclasps my bra, desperately needing to free me of the offensive fabric.

He palms my breasts – kneading, squeezing, and pinching my nipples between his fingers.

I feel every stroke like a shot straight to my center, my clit throbbing, needing his touch there more than I’ve ever needing anything in my entire life.

My mouth stays open as my neck arches back, his eyes capturing mine in a look that says he promises to give me everything. He promises to give me what no one else can.

His hands and mouth are everywhere, marking me and carving into my skin so everyone else will know I’m his.

Alec kisses me deep into the mattress. Detaching my legs from around his waist, he grips the waistband of my yoga pants and peels them down the length of my legs, his eyes consuming the flesh he exposes as he goes.

He’s looking at me as if he’s never seen a woman before. As if this is his first time too.

But I know it isn’t. That’s an impossibility.

Alec is all man, and I’m just a girl who hasn’t felt the need to give herself to anyone before him. Before now.

This is what I’ve been waiting for. This all-consuming feeling.

I don’t know where we’ll end up when we’re done, but I want to go down in flames with him. I want the heat to be the last thing I feel before I’m fully engulfed in the flames that burn me alive.

Skimming his hands back up my bare legs, they fall open at his touch, his palms pressing me open into the bed.

His eyes take me in, never missing a single beat. He’s memorizing me. He’s learning how I react to him.

My hands fist in the blanket beside my hips as his mouth descends, capturing my nipple in a sharp bite before dragging his mouth down my torso – a trail of fire and ice left in his wake.

The cool air hits my skin after his mouth, and a shiver racks my body, needing more of him.

Swirling his tongue around my navel, Alec keeps moving south, the apex of my thighs his destination.

“Ho bisogno di assaggiarti. Ho bisogno di assaggiarti ovunque.”

Ripping my thong from my body in a single snap, he licks my folds open. His tongue brands me, searing me with a sensation I never knew possible.

Alec swirls my clit with the tip of his tongue, my hips flying off the bed and into his mouth further. He sucks my tight bundle of nerves as hard as he can before flattening his tongue to soothe the ache.

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