Page 53 of Casino King

I can think it, but it won’t form on my tongue, knowing that it’s never actually talked about if you’re in it.

He flashes me a wicked grin that isn’t a smile, but rather a baring of teeth like a wolf to its prey. “I’m not just in it. I am it. My family is it,” he emphasizes, running a finger down my jaw and across my bottom lip. “Does that change anything for you?” he asks, almost a threat – daring me to say it does so he can prove to me just how easily it would be for him show me why it shouldn’t. How he could make me stay even if I didn’t want to.

I’d like to think that him being a part of the mafia would make me run in the opposite direction, but I can’t. Doing that would tear me apart. I’d never be able to be the Tessa I am on stage ever again. I know that, and I can’t lose that.

“No,” I say finally, a little breathless. “It should…but–”

“But what?” he prompts, his eyes flaring with heat.

“I just want you. Anything else…it doesn’t matter.”

Just as I get the last word out, he slams his mouth down on mine, silencing me with the heat of his lips – searing me, possessing me, claiming me.

This kiss is deep, messy, and fueled by pure passion and need.

“Sei la cosa migliore che non avrei mai pensato di poter avere,” he rasps against my lips, then goes back to kissing me breathless – across my jaw, down my neck, back to my lips. None of it’s enough, though.

Tearing his lips away, I whine in protest until he drops to his knees to slide my leggings down my legs, kissing, licking and biting as he goes. Moaning, I sink back against the wall, needing it to hold me up.

Stepping out of them, Alec slides his large hands up the front of my legs and grips the red lace thong I have on and rips it from my body like it was nothing, the material giving way to his need to have me bared to him.

I look down at him, and seeing him on his knees in front of me, his dark eyes full of sinful promises burning up at me like an offering, is something that will always be imprinted in my mind.

Reaching down, I run my fingers through his hair and his eyes darken even more. I grip the dark silken ends and push him forward to where I need him to kiss me.

Taking my direction, Alec buries his face between my thighs and I fist his hair, crying out when he sucks my clit between his lips straight away, not gentle in the least. But that’s how I want it with him. I don’t want him gentle. I want him to give me the beast he has simmering just below the surface of his barely contained control.

Just as quickly as he took me in his mouth, Alec easily escapes the harsh grip of my fingers and stands. Towering over me, he captures my lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entrance so I can taste my arousal on his.

Moaning, I tear at his belt, and manage to unzip his pants so I can slide my hand inside to grip him. He groans into me, his cock jumping in my palm as I squeeze and stroke him, loving the feel of him. Long, thick, smooth, and heavy. A king’s dick that reigns over me, making me feel like a queen every time he enters me.

Pushing his pants down just far enough to free himself, Alec lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips. My head hits the wall with a gasp and a moan when he enters me in one swift motion.

“So fucking good,” he rasps into my neck, licking his way to my ear. “Sei così fottutamente perfetto.”

Taking me quick and hard, every thrust sends sparks through my body, my nerve endings alight as fire rages through me.

Alec sets me on fire.

He strokes the demons I carry with me like a pet, and I arch into him, wanting his affection, and loving that he likes my demons because I think they resemble his own.

Grabbing his face, I make him look at me, his eyes flaring each time he fills me so fully. I kiss him hard, biting his lower lip and then smoothing it out. His answered groan brings me higher, so I do it again, and the vibrations of his groan running through me is enough to push me over the edge.

My orgasm hits me like a bomb. So powerful, the scream coming from me is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. I shove my face into the crook of his neck, biting down hard, needing to give him some of what I’m feeling because I can’t hold it all to myself. It’s overflowing, and I need to release it all. I need him to feel it all with me.

Alec’s deep groan as he fills me with his release falls on deaf ears with all the blood rushing through my head. But I feel it against my skin, and it sends another wave through me.

Feeling him come inside of me, marking me as his in the most primal and raw of ways, makes me feel like even more of a queen. I make him lose control. I make him fuck with absolute abandon. I make him come like he’s putting out a fire.

Panting, we breathe each other in until our hearts calm down. Our chests are pressed so tightly together it’s as if our hearts were one.

Unlinking my legs, Alec lets me slide down the wall until my feet touch the floor, and then he lifts my chin so I’m looking at him.

Rubbing his thumb back and forth across my bottom lip, he doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Lost in his own thoughts, his eyes are swirling pools of darkness like a lake at midnight. I don’t know everything that lies beneath the surface, but I’m still willing to jump in. And even if I drown, it would be a death that comes after knowing the greatest euphoria.

“What’re you thinking?”

“Nothing,” I say with a shake of my head.

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