Page 65 of Casino King

With his broad, naked chest on full display, my hands itch to reach out and touch him, to feel his warm, taut skin.

My eyes roam down his toned abs that are calling to me to run my tongue between all the defined ridges, and then settle on the monstrously erect cock that’s swollen and in desperate need of my touch.

“You can’t just think that coming here and stripping so I can see what I’m giving up will make me crumble like some weak woman you’re used to controlling.”

“Oh, I know you’re not weak, bella. That’s why I know you’ll fight me.” Gripping my oversized t-shirt in his fist, Alec pulls me towards him and crushes his lips to mine, silencing me from further argument.

My body comes alive with his touch, and I have no choice in whether or not I respond to him. It’s like breathing. It happens without me even knowing.

But I don’t want to want him this much. It’s not going to end well.

Remembering what happened tonight, I push him away, but fall back onto the bed in the process, and Alec flashes me a predatory grin that both sends a chill down my spine and makes my body flood with need.

I’m only wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties, and when Alec climbs up on the bed, he easily opens my legs and occupies the space between them with his large frame.

“I know you’re wet for me,” he taunts, leaning in close so I feel his breath on my neck. Licking his way to my ear, he bites down on my lobe, and I bite down on my lip to keep from groaning. I will not let him have that satisfaction. “I’ll bet you anything you want that your panties are soaking wet. For me,” he growls, biting down on my neck.

Arching off the bed, my chest collides with his as he snakes a hand between us and runs a knuckle down the seam of my sex through my panties.

An animalistic groan vibrates from his lips into my neck, and I bite down harder on mine to keep from making a sound.

I hate that he can render me utterly powerless with a single touch. He could brush my arm as he walked by and my body would burn for more.

I hate how much I’ve already fallen for him, and I don’t see my need for him lessening. But I can’t do this with him if he’s going to control every aspect of my life and kill whoever dares to defy him because of me.

Gripping the waist of my panties, Alec literally tears them from my body, the simple black cotton biting into my hips as it rips.

“You won’t win, mia bella rosa. I know everything you love done to you. I know how to make you come so hard you won’t even remember why you’re mad at me. Should we test how strong you think you can be against me?” he whispers harshly in my ear, his voice like gravel on my insides – rubbing me raw.

“Making me come doesn’t mean you win,” I tell him, and he chuckles darkly.

“That’s exactly what that means.” Entering me in a single thrust, my mouth hangs open in a silent scream as my body adjusts to his size without warning.

Sliding his hands under my t-shirt to palm my breasts, Alec pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers and I close my eyes to the sensations rippling through me.

“Look at me when I’m inside of you,” he demands, but I shake my head, keeping my eyes squeezed closed. Rolling his hips, Alec pulls out almost completely before slamming back inside of me full force.

A little whimper leaves my lips and I can sense the victorious gleam in his eyes without even seeing it, so I use every ounce of strength I have to push him off of me and roll him over, using the element of surprise to execute the maneuver.

I rip my shirt off over my head and sink down on him before he can stop me.

I’m taking back the control.

Alec’s deep grunt at my sudden impalement makes me smile condescendingly down at him. “I thought you were going to win.”

His dark eyes turn molten black as I splay my hands over his chest and roll my hips, my clit rubbing perfectly against him. I bite my lip and toss my head back as I suppress the moan threatening to explode from inside of me.

Alec’s deep snarl, followed by a head-rushing switch of positions, has the breath leaving my lungs in a rush. On my back again, he grips me behind my knees and spreads me open, thrusting into me furiously.

His brows are drawn together as he takes me with a hardened need to fuck the anger out of me.

He doesn’t let me move and he doesn’t let me challenge him anymore. He just takes what he wants from me, using me for his pleasure in the most brutal and raw of ways.

I want to hate it.

I want to hate how much my body loves it.

I want to hate that the fire running through my veins is because of his unbridled passion.

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