Page 44 of Casino King

My little rose is just as turned on as I am dancing for me. I know it’s for me.

That’s what sets her apart from every other dancer in this show. She lives what she’s dancing. It’s real, raw, and passionate. She gives herself over to the music, the beat, and the emotions she’s too afraid to tap into any other place than the safety of the stage. She can lose control while remaining untouchable.

Not for long, though.

I need this Tessa to come out and play with me.

I could see the innocence she was masking in her eyes, but I never would have guessed just how innocent she was until I entered her and felt it.

New. Unclaimed. So fucking tight.

My cock is the only one to ever know what it feels like when she comes – the way her inner muscles flutter and spasm, squeezing so hard it has a man seeing black spots in front of his eyes before succumbing to her.

I’ve never been so desperate for a woman in my entire life. She makes me want to forget everything and just spend every minute of every day exploring her. What makes her come harder than anything else, where on her body my kiss makes her give me that breathy sigh that has my blood rushing a little faster, and how many times she can come apart for me before her eyes roll back and she gives in to the bliss only I can give her.

When the song ends and Tessa is down in a split with her back bent so she’s looking back at me, she gives me a come-and-get-it smirk that has me on the verge of cutting the show short and taking what I want right fucking now.

But I reign in the urge, signaling the waitress assigned to my table for another drink.

The second the last curtain falls on the show, I stand and make my way to the back, not allowing Tessa any time to change or remove her makeup.

I need that Tessa, and I fully intend on having her finish her little show for me up in my place.

I wait for her against the wall, just out of sight from the fellow dancers leaving. The note I wrote for her after her solo that’s accompanying my flowers tonight had very specific instructions I know she won’t disobey. I know what she needs. And she needs this. Tessa won’t deny herself what she’s wanted since I first started coming to see her dance.

A second later, the back stage door opens and Tessa emerges, still in her costume and makeup, minus the feathered headpiece. She looks around, and when she spots me in the shadow of the light above, she walks towards me slowly, her hips swaying with every step. The chandelier necklace that hangs down her entire torso dances on her skin as she moves.

Her eyes burn into mine, and I know she’s still in the mindset of her show. Good. That’s exactly what I wanted.

When she’s close enough, I reach out and grip a handful of red crystal strands in my fist, pulling her towards me. In a little stumble, she lands against me and I grip the side of her neck possessively as my lips fuse to hers in a kiss that promises all the fantasies I have will become reality.

Her glittered lips feel rough against mine, and I fucking love it. I want to feel them wrapped around my cock – a little roughness to go with her hot, smooth tongue. It’ll be enough to bring me to my knees right along with her.

“Let’s go,” I say roughly, taking her bag from her and dragging her towards my private elevator. The clicking of her heels on the cement floor sends little shocks through me, and when we reach the elevator, I don’t even wait for the doors to close before I’m dropping her bag to the floor and pinning her against the wall, letting her feel how hard I am.

Tessa groans into my mouth as I kiss her, her hands gripping the lapels of my jacket like a lifeline, pulling me flush against her.

My hands run up her thighs, feeling the straps of her heels that wrap halfway up. Those shoes are so fucking sexy, and I fully intend on fucking her with them on.

Her red crystal encrusted panties don’t allow me easy access to the part of her I crave the most, so I cup her sex entirely, swallowing her moan like the crazed man I am. Everything she gives me is sustenance to live off of. To thrive off of.

As we ascend the entirety of my hotel, I kiss my way down her neck, my tongue running along the choker necklace that graces her delicate throat.

“Alec,” she breathes, her voice a mix of wonder and need that has my cock throbbing for her touch.

I take her mouth again, my finger finding a way to slip under the tight hem of her panties to find her soaking wet and ready for me.

“Did dancing for me make you need me, miabellarosa?”

“Yes.” Tessa pushes against my chest, her hips moving against my hand, trying to get me to give her more.

“Do you think as much as it made me need you? Crave you?”

“Yes,” she pants, her eyes dark and desperate.

“I wanted to fuck you right there on stage.” A little moan escapes her and I reward her with a stroke of my finger along her pussy. “Would you have let me?”

“Maybe,” she admits unabashedly, and I reward her again by pressing down on her clit. Her head falls back against the metal of the wall, but when her body starts to tremble, I pull my hand away and bring it to my lips, licking her sweetness off like the treat it is.

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