Page 33 of Casino King

And I’m all too willing to give him that. To let him be that. I don’t have the will to fight him on it.

Alec’s offering to take me down to the dark depths where he lives, and I don’t know a sweeter place to find bliss.

How could I possibly deny myself the chance to be free?

I’ve lived in my own darkness for so long, and I don’t want to walk that path alone anymore. I want to give in to the girl I am on stage. Alec can give me her. And maybe he’ll find a way to help me keep her without letting myself get destroyed along the way.

“I…” I whisper, my voice not my own.

Alec’s hand slides up my chest to around the side of my neck. His entire hand is large enough to cover half the circumference.

“I need you,” I rasp. “Give me everything. Free me. Please,” I beg, leaning into him.

“Ti darò tutto e di più. Ti lascerò sbocciare, mia bella rosa.”

Slamming his mouth down on mine, I give in to him. I give in to his beautiful words that I can only assume were an agreement, with his lips now sealing the deal.

Fire races down my spine when his tongue plunges into my mouth. There’s nothing sweet in this kiss.

It’s all-consuming.

It’s primal.

It’s instinctive.

It’s wild in a way that can never be duplicated.

Alec groans into me and I feel it travel through my body like an electric current, sparking alive every nerve ending.

Everywhere he touches me feels like flames licking at my skin.

His hands travel down my back to grip my ass, pulling me closer to him, letting me feel his hard body against mine.

He lifts me up swiftly and I wrap my legs around his hips as he stalks down the hall to his room.

Throwing us both onto the bed, my back hits the soft bedding, and it feels like too harsh a contrast to him.

He’s the farthest thing from soft, but I welcome every hard plane he has for me to explore before I go completely insane.

I feel him between my thighs, his hard length pressing against my center a welcome relief. Moaning, he swallows it like it’s his next meal, taking it from me like it’s his to keep. His to consume.

His hands are all over me. So much so, that I don’t even know how they can be. Sliding the zipper of the blouse down, he tears his lips away to watch as he pulls the top open, exposing my torso to him.

As if by miracle, I chose to wear my favorite bra today. It’s a nude pushup with black lace overlay and leather trim, with a little leather bow between my breasts.

Alec takes a moment to let his eyes roam over me, his hand sliding down the middle of my chest. I arch up into his touch, loving the feel of his hands on me. Against my bare skin like this, it feels like making a deal with the devil – the deepest pleasure I’ll ever know in exchange for my soul. And I’m all too willing to make the deal.

I’ll sign in blood if I have to.

If I spend eternity in hell with Alec for it, then at least I’ll know the fire racing through me is real. At least I’ll always have this.

I haven’t felt anything in what seems like an eternity. The only time I do, is when I’m on stage or when I’m with Alec.

He makes me feel.

He makes me want something more from life than just surviving each day.

“Così fottutamente bella. Anche meglio di quanto avrei potuto immaginare.” His hot tongue tastes my skin, traveling over the mounds of my breasts, following the cups of my bra.

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