Page 64 of Casino King

“She was beautiful tonight,” I say without thought. “She handled it so beautifully. Half-naked, her hands covered in his blood and spitting mad. She’s the most beautiful fucking thing in the world.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Leo shakes his head and sips his whiskey. “I know you hesitated from killing him because of her, but I think you made the right choice. She wouldn’t forget that image in her head. She might eventually get over it and move on, but she would never forget it.”

He’s right. But Tessa needs to know that I’m dead serious when it comes to her. And if she’s going to hide shit from me, or decide she wants to let another man put his hands all over her, she needs to know there’ll be consequences.

I’d kill for her, and already have. But I’d also kill because of her.

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Wiping a towel across my chest and around my neck, I lie back on the bench and go for my tenth rep of weights.

I couldn’t sleep with my mind going crazy over Tessa, wondering if she’s alone, if she’s mad, or if I should go to her and just fuck the anger right out of the both of us.

With one last lift of the bar, I clink it back into place and sit up.

I take a quick shower, but my cock is still rock hard from the thought of fucking her angry and having her fight me before giving in. My hand isn’t an option. Only Tessa’s tight little silken pussy will satisfy me.

The next thing I know, I’m dressed and grabbing my keys as I storm out of my house. When I reach the garage, I have to step over Enzo’s blood stain on the cement to get to my car, and my anger flares once again.

I don’t know why I let Tessa make me this fucking crazy with shit I’ve never felt before or know how to handle. Obsession, possession, jealousy, a manic need that only grows the more I have her, and this crazed fucking feeling in my chest that makes it seem like that organ in there is pumping harder than usual.

Ignoring the stain, I climb in my Audi and peel out of there. I take the streets of AC at a speed that’s more than double the limit.

When I get to Tessa’s apartment building, I take the stairs two at a time, needing to get to her quicker. Leo has one of his men outside her door, and he gives me a curt nod at seeing me. For the life of me, I can’t remember his name right now, and I’m not in the mood to ask or care.

Knocking on her door, I wait a few seconds, listening for movement inside. When I don’t hear anything, I knock again, harder this time, and the door flies open to an angry Tessa.

“What the hell are you doing here? It’s four in the morning!” Her eyes are blazing.

“I don’t care what time it is.” I push my way inside and kick the door closed behind me.

“Get out!” she yells, holding her hand up to try and keep me away.

Pushing her hand aside, I lift her up by the waist and toss her over my shoulder, striding through her living room and into her bedroom.

Throwing her down on the bed, she crawls back up to the pillows. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to fuck the anger out of you,” I tell her as I grab the back of my shirt and take it off, tossing it to the floor.

“I doubt that’s possible,” she huffs.

“Is that a challenge, bella?” I ask cruelly. “Because you know I always win.”

“Not this time,” she pushes back.

Tessa goes to climb off the bed and I grab her ankles, dragging her down so her back is flat on the mattress, easily fending off her kicks.

When I release her to push down my sweat pants, she scurries to her knees at the end of the bed in front of me, her eyes revealing the battle she’s waging between desire and hate.

Good.

It’ll make fucking that hate right out of her all the more sweeter.

Chapter 22

Tessa

Staring up at Alec while he strips for me, my mind and body wage an internal war of both wanting him more than anything, and wanting to slap him for being so presumptuous in my need for him.

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