Page 69 of Casino King

Slamming my mouth down on hers, I silence her from any protests she planned on yelling at me. I know she doesn’t want this to be over.

She’s mad now, but she’ll get over it.

Tessa bites down on my lip hard enough that I taste metal, and I growl, pulling back a fraction.

“Get off of me,” she says angrily. “You can’t just–”

I silence her again with my lips, the taste of my blood mixed with her anger making me want her even more.

“I can do whatever I want, bella.”

Her chest heaves against mine with every breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes go through a slide show of emotions before settling on one. Desire.

Tessa digs her nails into the nape of my neck as she fuses her lips to mine.

I know her better than she thinks. I know she can’t resist this – us. We’re more than our fleeting anger and words spoken as a result of it.

“You’re going to have to try harder to fuck the anger out of me this time,” she challenges, and I immediately lift her up and grip her tight, round ass. She wraps her legs around me and I storm down the short hall to her bedroom.

Tossing her down on her bed, she looks up at me with slits for eyes and rips her t-shirt over her head defiantly, as if she hates herself for doing it.

She may think she can stand her ground, but I watch her eyes follow my fingers as I undo the buttons of my shirt. Each one I slip free from the loop makes her eyes flare, and by the time I reach the last one, she has her bottom lip between her teeth, scanning the sliver of torso she can see.

The side of my mouth kicks up in the slightest of smirks, making her look back up at me. She purses her lips in what is supposed to be defiance, but it only makes me want to bite them and then kiss them back into the precious pillows that make me believe in something more than life itself.

Seeing my smirk, Tessa purses her lips tighter. That is until I shrug my shirt off and she releases a sigh, as if the sight of me relaxes her. Not for long, though. I plan to work her up into a tight coil before letting her spring free.

“I always win,” I taunt, wanting her to get angry again.

“That note made me want to slap you.”

“You could try, mia bella rosa. But then I’d just tie you up and fuck you.” Her breathing quickens, and my cock jerks. “I can see you’d like that. But right now, I want you to have a fair fight.”

Tilting her head, Tessa studies me as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, freeing her perfect tits, her nipples already tightly pebbled and begging to be tasted.

“I always win, too,” she practically purrs, the little devil disguised as an angel that she is.

Shedding my pants and boxers, I take my swollen cock in my hand and look down at Tessa splayed out on the bed, sliding my hand down my length. She licks her lips and I hold back a groan.

“You win because I let you. And by the look in your eyes, I can tell you’re dripping for me. Spread your legs for me, bella. Let me see.”

Running her hands down her thighs, Tessa pries her knees open and gives me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. My cock swells even more and I can’t hold back the groan that rumbles from my chest. She’s so fucking sexy. She doesn’t even realize how beautiful I find her. She’ll never fully realize.

“Touch yourself. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

Biting her lip, Tessa’s delicate fingers trail down her inner thighs and then runs two up the seam of her pussy, catching her sweet cream and spreading it up to her clit. Rubbing circles around herself, her neck arches back and she moans. I feel it as a straight shot to my aching cock.

Yes, I always win, but not before she renders me so completely out of my mind that I take and take and take from her until she has no choice but to give in to me.

Pouncing on her like a fucking lion, I align myself at her core and press into her at an agonizingly slow pace. I want her to beg me to fuck her harder – faster. I want her to be so fucking blind to anything but me that she’ll forever and always only see me.

“Alec,” she chokes into my ear, and I pull out just as slowly, only my tip left inside of her. Her pussy squeezes me, begging me to stay inside of her.

I repeat the same slow push in and out of her, using every ounce of control I possess to hold back.

She looks up at me with glassy eyes, and I know I’ve got her.

“Just fuck me already!” she grits, breathing hard.

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