Page 97 of Casino King

I have no idea what time it is, or how long I’ve been asleep, but I’m starving. My appetite was barely existent for the past two weeks, but it’s back full-force now, and I really do feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks.

Climbing out of bed, I take a hot shower, mindful of my bandages, and then go into Alec’s closet, surprised to see that all of my clothes from my apartment have been moved in here.

When did he do this? How long have I been asleep?

Putting on a pair of leggings and an off-the-shoulder thin sweater, I decide to go in search of Alec to get some answers.

With each step, I feel the soreness between my thighs from Alec’s roughness, as well as the ache in my shoulders from having my hands tied behind my back for hours last night. Looking down at my wrists, I see red marks where the zip ties cut into my skin, and I rub them as I walk, hoping they’ll magically disappear by the time I find Alec.

He’s not in the kitchen, so I keep going through the dining area and around the corner into the next hallway that leads to his office. I don’t hear anything, so I knock on the door.

“Come in,” he says, and I turn the knob, stepping into his office. He’s sitting behind a large mahogany desk with a laptop open and a few papers laid out around him, the setup remarkably close to his office down in the casino.

“Do you need me, bella?”

“I woke up and you weren’t there. And when I went to steal something of yours to wear, I noticed I didn’t need to since your closet housed my entire wardrobe from my apartment. Care to explain?” I cross my arms over my chest and lean my hip against the doorjamb.

“I moved you in,” he says simply.

“When? You never asked me.”

“I had a couple of men do it after you fell asleep. And no, I didn’t ask. I wasn’t giving you the opportunity to say no or argue with me about it.”

“You let strangers into my apartment and touch my things?”

“They’re not strangers. They work for me. And now they work for you.”

“What? Alec, that’s not the point. You do realize that means you ordered men to touch my bras and underwear, right?”

“Tessa,” he warns, rubbing his forehead. “I do realize that now. But I was a little too preoccupied at the time to consider it an issue.”

“You still never asked me if I wanted to live with you.”

Standing, Alec walks around his desk and stands tall in front of me. “Are you telling me you don’t want to live with me? You don’t want to come home to me? You don’t want to sleep with me every night and wake up with my mouth all over you?”

“I never said that,” I say, breathless. “I just want you to ask me.”

“I see.” Lifting my chin with a singer finger, he stares deep into my eyes. “Will you live with me so I can keep you safe while fucking you every day and night until you pass out and I’m all that’s on your mind?”

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation or a single doubt that that’s what I want. I grip his shirt and bring him down to me, my lips telling him just how much I want that, and him.

Picking me up, he spins me around and walks me the few steps to his desk where he plants me on top. Alec undoes his belt and pushes his suit pants down just far enough to free himself, and then tears my leggings down my body, groaning when he finds me naked beneath.

“Fucking Christ,” is all he says before pushing me back against the hard wood and entering me to the hilt.

A strangled cry escapes my closing throat, and I desperately search for something to hold onto as Alec takes me hard and quick. He grips my hips at a bruising strength, and my one hand finds the edge of his desk to grasp.

Digging my heels into his ass, I keep up with his relentless and ruthless fucking. In a matter of seconds, my inner muscles are quivering and then clamping down around him.

Alec is right there with me. He grunts, and then stills, groaning long and low as he fills me with his hot seed. I know I took his release from him from how hard I squeezed him, and I take satisfaction in that I can have power over him too.

Pulling me up into a sitting position, he kisses me hard. “I get to do that whenever I want now.”

“So can I,” I say back, raising my chin haughtily.

“Oh, trust me, bella, whenever you want me, you can have me.”

“What if you’re in a meeting? Or on the phone?” I counter.

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