Page 47 of Casino King

Doing as I say, she braces herself on my chest and kicks her leg up. I grip it in a flash and hook it over my shoulder as I lift her up and press her against the glass, entering her again in a swift push. She screams out at this new position, that sexy mouth of hers no longer trying to defy me, but instead giving me my favorite music that has my control breaking, and I fuck her like the beast I am. The beast she coaxes out of me every time I’m inside of her.

The clinking of her crystals against the glass to the tempo of my thrusts creates a rhythm that mirrors my heartbeat.

It’s too fucking good to end, but I can’t slow down. Hooking her other leg around my hip, Tessa uses the leverage to pull me in tighter with every thrust. Growling, I pick up the tempo until her cries and pleas fill my ears at a deafening level.

She starts to flutter around me, and just when I know she’s about to explode, I press my thumb to her clit and capture one of her nipples between my lips, sucking hard before biting down. Spasming, Tessa screams out her release as her body clenches around my cock like a fucking vice, pulling my release from me with a shot of fire down my spine.

Filling her, I coat her inner walls with my seed, her pussy greedily taking it all. So much so, I feel our combined juices leaking out when I slip out of her.

I slide her leg from my shoulder to around my hip with the other and carry her down the hall to my bed.

I find the clasp to the necklace at the nape of her neck and release her from it as I lay her down. She groans at the feel of the soft bed, making my cock twitch back to life, but I tell myself she needs a break. Her eyes fight to stay open, then give up and close. I’ll wake her in an hour with my mouth between her legs, lapping at her sweet center.

Standing back, I place her necklace on my dresser and look down at her. She’s so fucking beautiful it almost hurts. But I can’t not look.

Undoing the knot ties of her heels around her thighs, I unwrap the straps from around her legs like the gift that they are. Then I cover her with the comforter and leave her to rest before coming back for more. If I join her now, I know I won’t keep my hands to myself.

Putting my clothes back on, I bring her uniform back to my room and then head to my office to check in with my captains on the progress of locating the Triads new gambling dens. I know they’ve set up shop somewhere new already, hoping to fly under my radar. But that will never happen.

I know everyone in this city, and I control everyone in it. No one does anything without asking my permission and paying their dues if I agree. And none of my people would dare keep anything from me if they valued their life.

Leo is setting up a meeting with their leader, but I know that I still have to crush them down with my heel until things are civilly worked out. Or uncivilly if necessary. I’m not partial to either tactic.

Chapter 15

Tessa

Waking up, I roll over to find myself alone in Alec’s bed while last night floods my memory. Biting my lip, I roll my face into the pillow.

He wanted the Tessa I am on stage, and I let myself be her past the final curtain closing.

I let myself be free. I let myself be the Tessa he needed me to be. He craves her just as much as I crave being her every Friday night, and that makes me feel way more than I’m willing to admit.

He can see the difference between us, and he wants both of us. The sweet and innocent Tessa that walks in the light and the seductive and wicked Tessa that has needs beyond her control. Until now. Alec has the power to control, use, and fulfill my every desire that lives both in the bright light of day and the shadows cast in its counterpart.

When I had gone back to my dressing station last night and found my usual bouquet of black roses and black velvet box with a note, I didn’t even open the box to see my gift because after reading his note, I packed my bag quickly and walked right out the back door, needing him desperately.

Last night felt different while I danced. I gave in to the music more. I gave into the feelings swirling through my veins more. I gave in to the desires I felt pooling in my core as I took every chance I could to look at Alec in the shadows.

Even his eyes on me were different. More heated. More possessive. More needy.

My entire solo performance was foreplay for the both of us, and while I’ve seduced an audience with the way I give myself over to the music before, I’ve never seduced myself. But last night I did.

Suddenly feeling hot and needy, I climb out of bed and walk straight into the massive bathroom and into the black marbled shower. I let the hot water beat down on my sore muscles, and when I wash the sensitive flesh between my thighs, a shiver racks my body. Alec is relentless in his need for me, and while I feel spent and used every morning, it’s in the most delicious of ways knowing that it’s because he can’t get enough of me.

I spent this past week with Alec in his penthouse, but since I was able to pack a bag for myself, I made sure to include all the essentials, plus a few outfits that are actually mine that I can wear.

I pull out a pair of high-waisted cutoff jean shorts that are frayed around the hem and hit me right below my ass cheeks. Tucking in a white t-shirt, I leave my hair to air-dry and apply a little mascara and blush to give myself the illusion of makeup.

I go to close my dance bag where my makeup was, but the jewelry box I never got to open last night sits on top of a spare t-shirt, and I pull it out, the velvet soft beneath my fingers.

Opening it slowly, I cover my mouth in surprise. Nestled inside is a bracelet to match the earrings he gave me. Deep red rubies are strung together on a gold chain inside of gold settings with little diamonds at the point of each prong that holds the gems. I run my fingers over the rubies, turning it this way and that so I can see the morning light catch the facets and cast flashes of red around the room.

He doesn’t have to give me gifts like this. It’s too much. I don’t need them to know that he likes watching me dance.

Closing the box, I tuck it back in my bag and make my way into the kitchen. I pour myself a cup of coffee and lean against the counter, closing my eyes as the hot liquid slides down my throat and wakes me up.

I don’t have to work at the diner today, and I haven’t since Alec stormed into Lucy’s last Saturday. I went in to explain things to my boss a few days ago, telling him that I was going to be focusing more on my dance classes, and he was so happy for me, knowing that’s what I truly love to do. After working there for six years, I owed him more than just a walkout from my shift with a quick, “I have to go. I have a personal emergency.” I wasn’t going to tell him that the emergency was Alec’s burning anger at my uniform and my sudden need to have that fiery rage blanket me in a passion that would have my anger at him simmer in its wake.

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