Page 66 of Casino King

But I can’t hate any of that.

I fucking love all of it.

And I fucking love him.

Even when I hate him, I love him.

“You can’t win when it comes to me, Tessa,” he says as he thunders into me at an unrelenting pace that I know will have me sore and bruised in the morning. “I fucking ownyou. I own this body. I own this pussy. I own your mind. I own your everything.” Each ownership claim is punctuated with a thrust that drives me higher and higher, feeling his words bone deep. They seep into my marrow and take root.

My orgasm comes in a rush and hits me hard and fast, my body shattering off into a million little pieces that scatter into the wind as I ride wave after wave flooding through me.

I had no choice.

I never have a choice when it comes to Alec. He can take and take and take from me and I wouldn’t have a choice because he replaces what he takes with himself. And with him comes the most euphoric feelings I’ve ever experienced, and probably ever will.

Pushing my legs down against me as far as they’ll go, Alec somehow finds the ability to go even harder and faster, and the pressure in me builds again in a matter of seconds.

“Again,” he growls, and my body detonates at his command. A scream is torn from my lips as I shatter further.

I’m drowning as the waves crash over me and pull me under. I can’t ride them anymore. I’m too worn and weak to hold my own, so I sink beneath the strength and power of the waves, subsequently guaranteeing Alec’s victory.

Coming to, I roll onto my side and cringe at the soreness between my thighs.

I blink my eyes open in my darkened room, already knowing he’s no longer here. I can always feel when he’s near, but I’m coming up empty.

He left me here after that…that…I don’t know what to even call what we, or rather he, did.

Groaning, I get out of bed and drag my feet to the bathroom and straight into the shower, the hot water beating down on my skin a welcome relief from the tightness I feel all over.

I’m so tired.

Last night bled into this morning without any recovery.

Leaning against the tile wall of my shower, I close my eyes and drift off until I start to feel myself slide to the side, and I catch myself before I fall. Turning the water off, I wrap myself in a towel and crawl back into bed, not caring that my hair is sopping wet or that I’ll ruin my pillows.

The next time I wake up, the sun is bright in my room and I shove my face into my wet pillow. It’s a drastic contradiction to how I’m feeling.

So, Alec thinks he can just act like a complete asshole, then come and fuck me like he’ll never see me again, and then leave?

My core is still throbbing from how rough he was with me, and he just left me without a word?

My anger from last night flares when my brain catches up with all of the events that lead to me lying here alone.

Shuddering, I hug the towel I’m still wrapped in tighter, and my eyes catch on a piece of white paper on my nightstand next to my phone that he must have gotten back for me.

I always win.

-A

His beautiful script doesn’t make my heart beat faster because I’m swooning like after my shows, but instead beats faster because I’m fuming. I feel used. And not used in a sexy way. Used in a cheap whore way that has me questioning everything that’s happened this past month with him.

Was any of it real?

Does he even like me?

Is he just infatuated with the girl I am on stage and thinks because he gave me gifts, he can fuck me like he bought me too?

Grabbing my phone for a distraction from these thoughts that will only cause me to spiral out of control, I scroll through to find Leo’s number he said he would have put in.

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